IS THERE A PLACE FOR SPIRITUALITY IN A WORLD GONE MAD?

Of course there is, or at least there ought to be. But of late, I have allowed the world around me to consume my spirit! Pestilence. War. Stupidity. Authoritarianism. Religion gone rampant! I have had no time for spirituality. And while I feel I should apologize, I just don’t have it in me. No matter what our spiritual beliefs are, we live in this world right now, and the world has gone stark raving mad. This I do apologize for, even though it is out of my control.

What is in my control is me. And I have neglected that most important part of me, probably to my own spiritual loss. So what can I do about it? What can anyone truly do about their spirits, providing they even believe they have one. I believe, not like a Chistian believes there is a God, or a Buddhist believes Nirvana is possible, or a scientist believes the sun will rise tomorrow–for a few billion more years. Then kaboom! Nova or supernova. The sun will still be there, of course, but the earth won’t be. (The rising sun is just an optical delusion.) The earth will just be fuel for the fire in the sun.

And I guess that is what I need, what we all need, is fuel for the fire within us. We have been ground down by populism. We have been ground down by Covid. We, especially those of us in North America, living on Turtle Island, have been ground down by gun violence, by racism, by bigotry. And everyone in the world is being ground down by climate calamities, no matter what they believe the cause to be. Mother Nature is one angry mother!

But, we are still here! You are still here. I am still here. There is more disaster to come, more stupidity to overcome, more pestilence to combat, and more war to defeat. And death looms everywhere. We, all of us, each and every one of us, is going to die. But that is not a bad thing.

Death holds no fear for me. Despite my belief, I know that death will bring relief. All those questions that have beguiled us all through our lives, all based on one thing and one thing alone: Is there a purpose to life? And it will not matter what we spent our lives believing. All our religions or lack thereof, all our philosophies, all our hopes, all our dreams, all our useless fears. Death will answer all of those questions, whether we are there to receive those answers or not. The last book of the New Testament is called Revelations, except, it reveals nothing. If you need to worship, why not worship Death. Not as in a death cult, or in actively seeking to die, but as The Great Revealer.

There are only two possibilities that can be revealed. Our deaths will open a door to a new plane of existemce, or it will close that door permanently. If the door closes permanently, we will be none the wiser, and nothing will matter. If the door opens on a new plane of existence, we will see how useless all our wondering was. It will be what it will be!

Reading a religious book every day, praying to a super being that may be there but probably is not, debating whether life begins at conception or at birth, none of this matters! What is is. What isn’t isn’t. And none of us knows. And all of us will know, or not!

I have said this elsewhere, but it bears repeating. I choose to live my life as if it matters. Not to please some imaginary god, even if one actually exists. Not to please the authorities in my life here on earth, because the only author of my life is me (and you for you)! If you authorize yourself to believe in something, good for you. If you authorize yourself to believe in nothing, good for you too! It is your choice, and your choice alone. The thing is, whatever your choice, it is yours. No one else can choose for you. So, remember, you cannot choose for anyone else either.

Live happy! Die happier!

SPIRITUAL ATHEISM con’t. Part Two: What’s the Point?

A reader asked, “What is the point of this transcendence, this oneness which for a short time is us?” How to answer this question? On what level of awareness is this being asked?

I guess, to begin, I never think of anything as transcendence, per se. I think of life as being a many-leveled form of existence. But then, I am now used to living in three realms, if I may call them that. I live in the body, I live in the mind, and I, at least, live in the spirit. That is what makes a whole life, for me.

But, I can remember when I had no idea I had a spirit. Because I did not know it was there, I had no idea anything was missing. So, on this level of being, my physical realm, I guess there isn’t much point in knowing about spirit. I went about my daily life in my own way. I think I can say we all do that, however we each do that, some of us leading full happy lives, and with many of us suffering in some way, often struggling to make ends meet. In many cultures that means not knowing where the next meal will come from. Possibly not even knowing where there is a a safe place to sleep. In our Western culture, we are privileged, to a point. We pretty much know where we will sleep, though in these days of stray bullets from seemingly random gunfights, we never know how truly safe we are. But at least, we feel safe, and that is a big step up from not having a safe place to sleep. We also know, more often than not, that we are going to have another meal, to the point of expecting the cultural norm of three meals a day, for most people. Not for all, but for most, relatvely speaking. That describes our physical realms.

Then there are our mental realms. We really only get to visit our mental realms once our physical needs are taken care of. In our culture, with most of us being born into safety, we don’t even realize there are people who do not have what we take for granted having. Now, with full bellies, and safe beds, we can look for more. For me, right now, my mental world centers mostly around my computer device, presently a handheld tablet. I can sit anywhere I want in my home, and reach out into the world though the internet, meeting all kinds of people I could never even think to have met under old, pre-internet conditions. And, when I put my tablet down, I can let my imagination run wild. I can think of many different things on many different levels. Philosophy, religion, non-religion, science, nature, conditions of life, other people, even sex and pleasure. The world of imagination is boundless. But, having said that, it can also be lonely, cold, heartless, conniving, and cruel. Not everyone has it great. Still, our culture gives us so many opportunities, opportunities that people living in some other cultures cannot even imagine. We are free to do whatever we want to do, not just what we need to do. Read a book. Watch TV. Play golf. Go for a walk. Almost anything. Life is good for a lot of us. Again, not for all. But a lot of us. And for many of us, that is all we need. All these this happen in the mental world, where we can think, consider, feel feelings, and use our imaginations.

And we can communicate. With the advent of the internet, we can communicate as we have never communicated before. We can talk to people all over the world. People like us. People unlike us. People we would never meet in real life. People we will probably never meet in real life. People with different thoughts. People with different ways of doing things. People with different goals in life. People with no goals in life. And people with different dreams! For as much as we are alike, being human beings, we are also unlike. And for as much as we are unlike, we can (usually) find common ground. Because we are human. We are all connected, in some way.

But not everyone feels those connections the same way. Some barely feel any connection at all. Family connections, most of us feel, at least to some extent. Friendship connections, if we have friends. People connections, if we want to be connected to other people. But for a lot of people, that is where connections stop. I am not saying for all people, I try to never say anything for all people. But humans are just one species of living beings amongst millions of species of living beings. And while some people feel connections to other living beings, like pets, wildlife, houseplants, even some tree huggers, there are billions of us who don’t even think we can have connections to any non-human living beings, generally speaking.

(I apologize for seeming to be off on a tangent here, but hopefully down the line I will make the connections clear. For now, it is time to address the third realm I live in.

As I said, when I was younger, I knew about the physical realm, and I knew about the realm of mind, but I was always looking for something more. Many people found their more in learning, religion, in science, even in politics or community affairs, or whatever. But I was looking for something on a more individual level, something that spoke to me about meaning, I guess you could call it. I asked myself the big question, “Does my life have meaning? Does my life have purpose?” In the words of the reader I quoted above, I asked myself, “What’s the point?”

Sometimes I worded it differently, as in “Does life have meaning?”, but I didn’t know if that questioning pertained to others. When I tried to talk to others, I either got blank stares, or answers that were meaningless to me, like “God gives life meaning.” or even, “There is no meaning to life!” But those answers were not helpful. Somewhere, deep, deep, inside of me, I felt my life had a meaning of some kind, so I went in search of it… And, for me, I found something that gave my life meaning. And, as time went on, I came to call that something spiritual atheism.

But to be clear, spiritual atheism is not a thing. It is a only symbol to describe how I feel deep down inside of me. That is where I discovered my spirit, that part of me that, while connected to the being that is me here on the physical (body) and metaphysical (mind) realms, exists in its own realm, the realm I call spirit. How to describe that realm? You cannot experience it with your senses. Nor can you truly experience it with your thoughts and imagination. But you can experience it through the connections you feel for others, if you allow yourselves to do so. I have learned how to do so.

A number of years ago, a university group did a study on spirit, and they declared it to exist, though even they could not define it very well. They found it in such things as team spirit, or workplace spirit, or school spirit. Anywhere people strove together to reach a singular goal. If the goal was achieved, or even just approached, all the teammates or workers or students felt uplifted in some way. They shared a feeling of success, and all were happy. However, if the team could not reach its goals, if the workers did not achieve creating whatever they were spending all their energy to create, they felt sad, bordering on or even crossing into depression. Their spirit sagged.

In some groups, religious congregations for example, where people often worshipped together (the type of religion did not matter), they found that fewer members of the group suffered from serious diseases, including mental diseases. It did not matter what they worshipped, it only mattered that they did it together. That they connected with each other.

Now, this type of spirit probably does not directly speak to the kind of spirit I am trying to describe to you, but yet I think it operates on a similar level. When you are with the group you feel the spirit. When you are away from the group you feel apart from it, you feel somehow diminished. A level of this happens to me too.

When I am living only in my body, concentrating on survival, I feel alone and neglected, like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. But, when I am living in my mind, generally I am feeling good about myself. And, when I am living with all three, including my spirit, I have a joy inside me, like my life is worth living. And when I first discovered this feeling in me, it changed my life. I didn’t yet know what the point would be, but at least I knew I had a point, a purpose, a meaning.

SPIRITUAL ATHEISM con’t. Part Two: What’s the Point?

A reader asked, “What is the point of this transcendence, this oneness which for a short time is us?” How to answer this question? On what level of awareness is this being asked?

I guess, to begin, I never think of anything as transcendence, per se. I think of life as being a many-leveled form of existence. But then, I am now used to living in three realms, if I may call them that. I live in the body, I live in the mind, and I, at least, live in the spirit. That is what makes a whole life, for me.

But, I can remember when I had no idea I had a spirit. Because I did not know it was there, I had no idea anything was missing. So, on this level of being, my physical realm, I guess there isn’t much point in knowing about spirit. I went about my daily life in my own way. I think I can say we all do that, however we each do that, some of us leading full happy lives, and with many of us suffering in some way, often struggling to make ends meet. In many cultures that means not knowing where the next meal will come from. Possibly not even knowing where there is a a safe place to sleep. In our Western culture, we are privileged, to a point. We pretty much know where we will sleep, though in these days of stray bullets from seemingly random gunfights, we never know how truly safe we are. But at least, we feel safe, and that is a big step up from not having a safe place to sleep. We also know, more often than not, that we are going to have another meal, to the point of expecting the cultural norm of three meals a day, for most people. Not for all, but for most, relatvely speaking. That describes our physical realms.

Then there are our mental realms. We really only get to visit our mental realms once our physical needs are taken care of. In our culture, with most of us being born into safety, we don’t even realize there are people who do not have what we take for granted having. Now, with full bellies, and safe beds, we can look for more. For me, right now, my mental world centers mostly around my computer device, presently a handheld tablet. I can sit anywhere I want in my home, and reach out into the world though the internet, meeting all kinds of people I could never even think to have met under old, pre-internet conditions. And, when I put my tablet down, I can let my imagination run wild. I can think of many different things on many different levels. Philosophy, religion, non-religion, science, nature, conditions of life, other people, even sex and pleasure. The world of imagination is boundless. But, having said that, it can also be lonely, cold, heartless, conniving, and cruel. Not everyone has it great. Still, our culture gives us so many opportunities, opportunities that people living in some other cultures cannot even imagine. We are free to do whatever we want to do, not just what we need to do. Read a book. Watch TV. Play golf. Go for a walk. Almost anything. Life is good for a lot of us. Again, not for all. But a lot of us. And for many of us, that is all we need. All these this happen in the mental world, where we can think, consider, feel feelings, and use our imaginations.

And we can communicate. With the advent of the internet, we can communicate as we have never communicated before. We can talk to people all over the world. People like us. People unlike us. People we would never meet in real life. People we will probably never meet in real life. People with different thoughts. People with different ways of doing things. People with different goals in life. People with no goals in life. And people with different dreams! For as much as we are alike, being human beings, we are also unlike. And for as much as we are unlike, we can (usually) find common ground. Because we are human. We are all connected, in some way.

But not everyone feels those connections the same way. Some barely feel any connection at all. Family connections, most of us feel, at least to some extent. Friendship connections, if we have friends. People connections, if we want to be connected to other people. But for a lot of people, that is where connections stop. I am not saying for all people, I try to never say anything for all people. But humans are just one species of living beings amongst millions of species of living beings. And while some people feel connections to other living beings, like pets, wildlife, houseplants, even some tree huggers, there are billions of us who don’t even think we can have connections to any non-human living beings, generally speaking.

(I apologize for seeming to be off on a tangent here, but hopefully down the line I will make the connections clear. For now, it is time to address the third realm I live in.

As I said, when I was younger, I knew about the physical realm, and I knew about the realm of mind, but I was always looking for something more. Many people found their more in learning, religion, in science, even in politics or community affairs, or whatever. But I was looking for something on a more individual level, something that spoke to me about meaning, I guess you could call it. I asked myself the big question, “Does my life have meaning? Does my life have purpose?” In the words of the reader I quoted above, I asked myself, “What’s the point?”

Sometimes I worded it differently, as in “Does life have meaning?”, but I didn’t know if that questioning pertained to others. When I tried to talk to others, I either got blank stares, or answers that were meaningless to me, like “God gives life meaning.” or even, “There is no meaning to life!” But those answers were not helpful. Somewhere, deep, deep, inside of me, I felt my life had a meaning of some kind, so I went in search of it… And, for me, I found something that gave my life meaning. And, as time went on, I came to call that something spiritual atheism.

But to be clear, spiritual atheism is not a thing. It is a only symbol to describe how I feel deep down inside of me. That is where I discovered my spirit, that part of me that, while connected to the being that is me here on the physical (body) and metaphysical (mind) realms, exists in its own realm, the realm I call spirit. How to describe that realm? You cannot experience it with your senses. Nor can you truly experience it with your thoughts and imagination. But you can experience it through the connections you feel for others, if you allow yourselves to do so. I have learned how to do so.

A number of years ago, a university group did a study on spirit, and they declared it to exist, though even they could not define it very well. They found it in such things as team spirit, or workplace spirit, or school spirit. Anywhere people strove together to reach a singular goal. If the goal was achieved, or even just approached, all the teammates or workers or students felt uplifted in some way. They shared a feeling of success, and all were happy. However, if the team could not reach its goals, if the workers did not achieve creating whatever they were spending all their energy to create, they felt sad, bordering on or even crossing into depression. Their spirit sagged.

In some groups, religious congregations for example, where people often worshipped together (the type of religion did not matter), they found that fewer members of the group suffered from serious diseases, including mental diseases. It did not matter what they worshipped, it only mattered that they did it together. That they connected with each other.

Now, this type of spirit probably does not directly speak to the kind of spirit I am trying to describe to you, but yet I think it operates on a similar level. When you are with the group you feel the spirit. When you are away from the group you feel apart from it, you feel somehow diminished. A level of this happens to me too.

When I am living only in my body, concentrating on survival, I feel alone and neglected, like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. But, when I am living in my mind, generally I am feeling good about myself. And, when I am living with all three, including my spirit, I have a joy inside me, like my life is worth living. And when I first discovered this feeling in me, it changed my life. I didn’t yet know what the point would be, but at least I knew I had a point, a purpose, a meaning.

SPIRITUAL ATHEISM REVISITED. Part One: Defining the Undefinable

Many years ago, I strung together two words to create a seeming new oxymoron. spiritual atheism. Why? I was an atheist. I stopped believing in a God, or gods, or creators, or controllers, or super beings of any kind. I could find nothing that held the universe together consciously. But, at the same time, I did not accept the atheistic contention that life stopped with death. As a young adult I had gone through some experiences that proved, to me, my life would go on past death. But what to call those experiences to differentiate them from religious beliefs, or even some philisophical beliefs, like heaven, hell, paradise, or nirvana, etc. All those beliefs suggested that life had a stopping place, whether right after death, or in some wondrous place accessible only by death. Even the eastern religions (what I could find out about them, there was no internet yet, and my local library had very little on Asian religions) with their beliefs in reincarnation, still seemed to have a set target for a final resting place. That was contrary to my own experiences. As I could understand it, life has no foreseeable end.

But what do you call that, using the very limited vocabulary of the English language. My search may not have been as exhaustive as was ultimately possible, but for my young self it was as exhaustive as I was capable of. And the only word that I could find to even come close to my needs was spirituality.

Where the Abrahamic religions, in particular Christianity and what we then called Mohammedism (I was never able to really tie Judaism down to a particular belief about life after death, even with having countless Jewish friends and acquaintances. However, since Judaism was the forerunner, the father of the other two, I decided to wrap the three of them together under the collective name Abrahamic.) used the word soul, that word did not fit for me. Soul spoke to an individual aspect of life-after-death, that people would continue to be people, just disembodied souls, and that was not how I understood life to work. According to these religions, good souls went to heaven, and evil souls went to hell. That did not fit with anything I had experienced.

So I commandeered the word spirit! For me, spirit spoke to the life force within every living being, not just human beings. I do not know that even sfter all these years I can explain, in English, my definition of spirit as I use it, but I will try, once more. But we cannot start with spirit, we have to start with life. Life is a word we take very much for granted. We are alive, so we have life. In fourteen definitions of the word life in the Oxford English Dictionary, none of them speak to a life force, and that is all I see, spiritually speaking. Like gravity is a force, a thing which acts on other things though gravity itself is not a material thing, life is not a material thing, yet, life is what enables us to act in the material world (or any world, for that matter). It is the force of life within us that allows us to be alive. Yet, like gravity, which is with us at all times, as long as we are on a revolving mass, such as the Earth, no matter who we are, life is always with us too. Gravity is neverending in the universe, life is neverending in the cosmos. As long as something is alive, be it a one-celled organism or a multi-billion celled organism, or a non-celled collection of energy, life is there acting on our molecules or anti-molecules to allow them to live. This is how I see life, and that bit of life that acts within us as individuals is what I call spirit. And like gravity, like life, spirit too is neverending.

But here is where the water gets really muddied, and, in my understanding, almost impossible to explain. That life force within every living being, that spirit, is not itself individual in the way we see ourselves as individual. Some people believe in what they call a collective consciousness. If I understand them correctly, there is, somewhere, an undefined something where all consciousnesses resides, like a balloon filled with uncountble air molecules all acting together to keep the balloon inflated. At some esoteric level, and please forgive me if I screw this up, our individual consciousnesses come together to influence how we think, feel, and act. The existence of a collective consciousness would be a beautiful, wonderful thing. Not that I would have a choice, but had I a choice, I would join a collective consciousness in an instant. Without having to think about it! But I do not see conciousness working that way. How would that explain people like Adolphe Hitler, Donald Trump, or Vladimir Putin. People such as them operate completely on their own, with no regard for anyone but themselves. I do not want to go any deeper into this here, but a collective consciousness would seem to infer that all conscious beings would inherently know to act for the good of all. Since that is not the case, I do not think we share a collective consciousness.

But there is something we do all share, at a level more basic than consciousness, and that is life. Life does not mean we all have to feel, think, and act the same, it just means we all get to act, feel, and hopefully, think. Collectively, we, all living beings, get to be alive. Individually, in our material world, we each get to live as we see fit. And that includes every species of life, and every individual within every species. To put this into my own words, we all share spirit, we all have spirit.

So, back to Spiritual Atheism, we all share spirit, but there is no guiding or ruling consciousness. We are all on our own. We each get to choose how we live.

I Have a Dream…a side trip to the future

You cannot force yourself to evolve spiritually, but it will happen when you are ready

Spiritual Atheism

Question: What is Spiritual Atheism?

Answer: it is the belief (I would say knowledge) that all living beings are possessed of a spirit that never dies, and that there are no beings (some call them God or gods) superior to any other. We are all one, on the plane of existence.

Question: What is the purpose of Spiritual Atheism?

Answer: To bring about a new way of living.

Question: How is it that we can do that?

Answer: By learning who we really are and living a life filled with happiness and love.

Question: You say that the best way to do that is to look inside ourselves?

Answer: All the tools to discover ourselves and take control of our own lives are inside us, and using them will help us end all the things that are wrong with our society.

Question: Is such a life possible?

Answer: It is not only possible, but it is probable, even if “I” never write another word. It has nothing to do with me. It is all up to everyone individually.

Question: How can you guarantee such a thing will happen?

Answer: Spiritual evolution cannot be stopped. I just happen to be the first person “I know of” that is willing to write it down for others to find. Please note, though, you cannot force yourself to evolve spiritually, just as you cannot force your body to evolve physically. Yet this will happen.

Question: In your writings you use the term “living beings” a lot. Do you not merely mean human beings? People?

Answer: I do not know that earth is the only planet harbouring life, and in particular intelligent life. Life on our planet did not start out as intelligent, but as both natural and spiritual evolution have advanced us to this time and space, so they will continue to advance us as we continue to change and progress. Barring us blowing up our planet with nuclear weapons, or killing all life on earth with biological weapons, evolution cannot be stopped. It is my dream that we will remain alive as a life-sustaining ecosystem, and we will reach a point sometime in the future where we need no gods to worship and plead with, no gold to have to use to buy the things we need to be able to live, and no governments to tell us how to live our own lives. I call this the Era of Responsible Anarchy. Having said all that, I see all living beings as equals, each species and each individual contributing to the whole in some way, shape, or form. We all evolved from the same single-celled beings, and therefore we are all still related — no matter how different we may look, act, think, live, etc. We all share one thing in common, life. We are all living beings, none more important than any other, being bacteria, plant, animal, or otherwise.

Question: This sounds like a pipe dream, another oxymoronic phrase just like spiritual atheism. What do you mean by responsible anarchy?

Answer: Responsible Anarchy simply means living our lives by taking responsibility for our actions and our speech. Once enough of us reach this stage, the need for gods, gold (as represented by money), and government will all become obsolete. What that means to us as individuals and as a species, notwithstanding that all living beings throughout the universe are heading in this same direction, is a world society filled with love and respect for everyone, and everything. Many of our so-called emotions will disappear: hatred, greed, anger, envy, jealousy and others will prove to be coping mechanisms learned at our parents knees, or through the lives of friends. When we see others get angry and become aggressive, we will realize they are letting go of their need for self-control. Hatred is what you allow yourself to feel when you do not understand something that is going on around you: seeing someone of another race acting differently than you are obliged by society to act, or not being able to understand their language and customs, or even meeting someone who looks exactly like you, but yet they are as different from you as night is from day, any kind of misunderstanding can provoke anger. But take note, humans express anger mostly when they are around someone weaker than they are, or someone they know will not react to their anger in a way they understand. Or, if you feel you need to be punished for some real or imagined misdeed, then you will let your anger come out in hope of that other person punishing you. Even love does not have to be a real emotion, but an excuse to get close to someone you want to dominate, be dominated by, or even just to have sex with. Few of these things happen without cause, consciously or subconsciously, but because you learned them by watching or experiencing them as a child. By becoming responsible for yourself, these “learned expressions of feelings” will become a thing of the past. You will not need anyone else telling you what to do or how to act, because you will know inside you that you will be able to get along with this other person or group of persons, and your children will learn responsibility at your knees without you having to reprimand them for not learning them. When people are ready for some lesson to be learned, they will learn it, internalize it, and see that it fits with the kind of person they are inside themselves.

Responsible Anarchy — a discussion

As people evolve spiritually, they tend to realize they live alone in their own minds. For millenia, probably since the first intelligent being on the planet said, “I,” she, the one the scientists call Lucy, the mother of all human beings, looked around her and thought, What am I?, and came to the conclusion her parents, who had no intelligence, were to blame for her being different from every being on the planet. The amazing thing about this was that she passed the gene for intelligence on through her DNA , and her children passed it on to their children. This is how a mutation works. Somehow a sperm and an ovary came together in such a way that Lucy metamorphosed from an animal into a person, and though she did not understand it, she probably did not like being different from her group. But there was more to it than that. Lucy was probably a vegetarian as were all her group, but the gene she passed on prepared her descendants for the next drought, the one where plant life dried up and died before it could provide the nutrients for human life. But the intelligence gene alive in her children’s children saw the possibility of eating meat as a way to replace the lost nutrients from the dead plant life. By eating grubs and other insects, they survived, but they too mutated into a new kind of being, a hunter. It would not have taken a group of hunters long to scavenge the land around them for bugs and grubs, so they had to branch out from the valley of their birth in search of food capable of keeping them alive. Not understanding the works of nature, they would have found blame in the dying plants, and the scarcity of crawling foods, for their predicament. They ended up having to move farther and farther away from “home,” until they were  lost. They no longer knew where their home was. But the important thing is, they did not blame themselves for the predicament they were in, but blamed nature for forcing them away.

However, this set the tone for all future generations that have lived until today, and even for some generations still to come. Right now there are few people who admit to being to blame for their actions, and the others can find all kinds of scapegoats for why they do the things they do. This was the fate of humanity, until someone invented the God Theory, and suddenly besides blaming others, they began to blame their gods for all their bad luck. It was only the few that took the blame upon themselves, and most of them were executed for their indiscretions. The resulting problem was that no one became responsible for themselves, and eventually God became the focus of the blame for a large number of the world’s population, and it was an easy accusation because no God stood up for itself to say “It is not my fault.”

“It is the will of God!” has been spoken from so many lips that to try and count them would take hundreds of lifetimes. It is time to break that pattern, and for us to take responsibility for our actions and our words. I call this Responsible Anarchy. As you gain confidence in who you are, you begin to take over your own life. If something happens and you are the one responsible for that happening, you stand up and say, It was me who did that. Or the group you belong to. YOU are becoming responsible to yourself, as well as to your society. And as that happens, you begin to realize that it is the lawmakers of the land who are trying so hard to control the public that they are making laws to benefit themselves more than others, and designing the laws to keep a steady stream of individual workers under their thumbs, with very little change in allowing more freedom to the very people they say they represent. Law is not about granting freedoms, but about taking away those freedoms that the average worker still has. And this eventually will have to stop. Karl Marx suggested the overthrow of the capitalist classes by the workers, if not by peaceful means, then by violence. I see this happening more by throwing out the lawmakers (government) because it will be a social necessity. When no one cares about imposed laws, and one is able to live as one wants to live, politics will die a quiet death.

Now let us take a leap into the future, I do not know how far we have to go. But THIS IS MY DREAM. People, all people, are allowed to live freely together no matter what their race, religion and creed. No matter if they have lots of money or not. That will eventually level itself out, one way or another. And there will be no one in charge, because we will all have roles to follow, roles that we choose on our own, and roles that allow us supreme freedom.

This is what the future holds for us, because this is where Spiritual Atheism is trying to lead  us. And it is through Spiritual Evolution that all this will come to pass. I say again, the thing to remember is that we cannot rush this to happen. It has taken 3 billion years or so to get this far. It is not something we can accomplish overnight. But it will be accomplished, and I hope we (future human beings) are there to see it happen.

I STAND CORRECTED!… OR DO I?

50 some years ago I came up with the basic idea of spiritual evolution, but it took me another 10 years to refine the philosophy to where I could name it. Obviously I named it Spiritual Evolution. There was no Internet in those days, no way to check to see if the idea was my own, or whether others had predated me. Just this morning I found out others had; it seems it has been around for a few centuries at least. There are so many names associated with it, I am not even going to try to list them. Wikipedia has a page dedicated to it at https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spiritual_evolution. Please check it out.

So, at first I was heartbroken. My idea was not a new one after all. But the more I read on the page, the more I became aware that maybe I have taken it to a new place, or sent it in a new direction, so-to-speak. Not everything, but almost everything on that page discusses two main tenets: spiritual evolution is human-centric, and God-centric. Only humans are evolved enough to be self-aware enough to the point of being able to know they are evolved; and the evolution of the spirit seems to always have a knowable purpose, and that purpose is either to evolve into God, or to lead humans to God in some way. Maybe not everyone uses that term, God, but they certainly have a similarity of godliness and god-directed morality.

Now, I have to admit that I started out with similar ideas. The very name rawgod began as the idea I was training myself to become one with God, or, after a while as my atheism took hold, to create a god where no god existed yet. Big goals, assuredly, but not too big for the person I was becoming.

And then, one day, I realized, I did not want to be any kind of god! I did not want to rule the universe, or anyone in it. To even try to do so would be the height of arrogance. So I started examining myself, and the spirit I knew to be inside of me. Things were not making sense to me anymore. Something had to give. And that is when I changed my focus from wanting to change the focus from become one with God to wanting to just live in this universe to the best of my abilities. If I wanted to be part of anything, I wanted to be part of life. The universe was what it was, it needed no changing, it was already perfect. And, decidedly, humans were nowhere close to perfect. In fact, humans are very much imperfect.

Still, the goal of my brand of spiritual evolution, if there could be said to be one, was to aim for perfection. That meant being a part of life, all forms of life. Every form of life. Life was taking on a new meaning. Life was no longer just the condition of being alive, life was a being all on its own in a manner of speaking. And every living being was a representative of life. Each of us, from single-celled plants and animals right up to quadrillion-celled plants and animals, are equal partners in life. While our physical bodies are definitely the result of physical evolution–check out your DNA as compared to the DNA of any living being, you will see the similarities–so too are our spirits the result of a different form of evolution, Spiritual Evolution.

So, while my original thesis had changed, still it kept the original base idea, we, all living beings, are moving in a particular direction. We are, generally-speaking, trying to become better people, where all living beings are people in their own ways–we all share the condition of life.

As usual, I have digressed from my original intent for this post. It is a very bad habit of mine. All it takes is a word here and a different word there, and my micro purpose is redirected from my macro purpose. My mind goes where it wants to go, or rather, where my spirit wants it to go. So, for now, I am going to leave this idea here. I suspect it will require more…

A Philosophy for All Living Beings (The NEW Part 1)

From the time the term came into my mind, “A PHILOSOPHY FOR ALL LIVING BEINGS,” upon which I posted 3 entries on my blog during February of 2018, I was completely dissatisfied with my writings, they were not a dissertation on my philosophy, but turned out to be more of a “How To…” discussion on to to become a self-aware, self-actuated or self-powered, spiritual being, providing you were human, and able to read English. These posts were so bad (as they did not relate to my philosophy hardly at all, though they were decent renditions of what they really turned out to be) that I developed a writer’s block that lasted many months. Where did I go so wrong? I might not be a talkative person, although that is in the process of changing, but when I pick up a pen, or sit at a keyboard, I usually have so much to say I cannot keep focus on what I am trying to write about, even as in this very minute. I love to explain, and even more I love to digress. And digression led me away from my original purpose in Part 1 of my earlier attempt. So now, if I may be so rude as to repeat myself, I am going to quote a few of the paragraphs I wrote in Part 1 while I was still trying to stay on focus, then go on from there. My sincerest apologies…

Sanity is a condition of life that LOCKS us inside a universal (or should I say, at this time, planet-wide?) shared concept of what reality is. Insanity, in its turn, appears to mean something like unable to live in that shared reality that sane people exist in. But unsanity, as I use it, means able to go beyond the shared planet-wide concept of reality without losing that concept of reality. “I feel like I am unsane because I can see through the veil of reality while still being able to live in that shared reality without making other people think I am insane, or unable to cope with that reality in some way. As I see myself, and the reality around me, I am not locked into that reality, but able to transcend it whenever I see or feel the need. Therefore I am more than sane, I am unsane.” To wit, I am unsane enough to believe I can write a philosophy for all living beings….

“…I did not start out to discover a philosophy for all living beings, because to even have had that concept before I stumbled onto it would have been insane, even to me. All I was looking for was something I could live with, a thought or idea or maybe even a purpose about my life, or for my life. You might say I was adrift in a sea of concepts, all handed down to me from the people whom I thought understood the world into which I had been born. Yes, I believed what I was told, for maybe the first 10 years of my life.” But then I started to grow up…

And lastly, “Reality on Earth is many things, but is not always the same for all people as one would think it would have to be if there was nothing beyond reality.” — rawgod (Feb. 2018)

But there is something beyond our shared concept of reality, at least in my opinion. In fact, I have experienced things, drug-induced, to be truthful, under the influence of LSD, that turned out to be very similar to Near Death Experiences (NDEs), only my experiences were not induced by life threatening accidents, or even intential suicide attempts, or Out-Of-Body (OBE) events, they were induced by taking LSD caused by my hope to discover if there was anything beyond our shared concept of reality–beyond sanity.

If you care to stop reading right here, that is your choice, I will not hate you for it, but I am going to keep on writing, even if nobody but me reads my words. Please remember, however, everything I am about to say is “in my opinion,” or “from my personal experience,” or arrived at through long consideration by my mind or by my spiritual self. To go on…

There is life beyond the reality we see around us every day. Mostly, no one gets to see this other Reality-Beyond-Our-Reality (RBOR), or (“arbour,” also “arbor” like a group of leafy trees designed to create a shelter), or (a place to rest unseen due to blocking of penetrating vision–rawgod) except those who have died in this perceived shared reality we call life on Earth. “Death is the ultimate trip,” hippies were wont to say back in the 1960s, but even we did not see how close we were to RBOR. Close, but yet so far, because for most living beings in the after-death, a return to life is barely an infinite blink away. But, what can occur during that infinite blink!

The body dies, and the mind detaches from it. A door opens inside the mind, and as mind dies the spirit flies through the the door. A tunnel leads the way to a shining welcome. There are no eyes and yet the sense of music of the spheres. There are no ears, yet notes and chords are brought to notice with more colours than are in the rainbow. There is no nose, and yet the communication of telepathy . There is no mouth but yet the warmth of sharing. There is no skin but yet the beauty of being. There is no me, but yet there now is us. A movie reel (real?) starts and runs from birth to death, yet no judgment hammers the view. Then all is all there is, yet is becomes, and life is formed and sent to start anew. A womb or egg or seed or spore or splitting by mitosis is chosen, spirit is set in life, and reality closes the door, and us is back to me…

Poetic, don’t you think, in every sense of the word. But this is death in my experience, or as close as I could come without dying, and bringing back with me things I did not know were attached. It has taken me 50 years and more to move from delight to insanity to fear to confusion to maybe to possibility to finally a sense of undertanding. But understanding is not yet complete, and may never be, unless I live another 50 years or more. There is so much beyond the capacity of even spirit to hold while on this realm, this plane of mainly physical being. Social workers, of which I once was one, now retired, have a word for life on earth, biophysicalpsychlogicalsocialspiritualbeing. Not all social workers ascribe to this or similar views of life, but that depends on many factors, including the willingness or unwillingness to understand life as a spiritual experience. Like social workers, people from all backgrounds, all races, all nationalities, all physiologies, all psychological types, all social communities, and all spiuritual communities, or lack of any acceptance of all or any above states and biologies of being, may choose for themselves what they want to believe, or even not choose to make a choice. All reactions are welcome, and all choices are acceptable. There is no right or wrong. There only is.

A LOOK AT LIFE, THROUGH MY EYES (part one)

Introduction

Life! What is it? We all know inside of us what life feels like, what it does for us, we would not be alive without it. But what is life? Can life even be known? The best dictionary definition I can find reads: The condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction,  functional activity, and continuous change preceding death. Does that definition work for you? It does not work for me, especially since it does not refer to the situation of coming into being through splitting of cells (mitosis), growing from a spore, growing from a seed, breaking out of an egg. or even a cocoon, live birth, and/or cloning, (the last being done in laboratories, not naturally, though we don’t know yet for sure if clones will produce real and conscious life). However, while I agree with the above sense of the definition of life more or less wholeheartedly, I find it descriptive,  but not definitive. To me it describes what we can do with life, but it does not get to the roots of what life actually is. This inability to express what life is instead of what it does is probably why I have spent most of my life from the time I was born until this very moment as I write this post to try to discover if I can better define what life is, or if it is even possible to define it using the English language, which is my mother tongue,  and the only language I can use with any confidence.

Why am I wasting my life chasing this very elusive knowledge? Because I need to know. And why am I not doing my work in a laboratory, like a true scientist? Because I believe life is not natural to our earthly plane of existence, and science can only describe that which is natural to the earth, or, in larger terms, what is natural to our universe…

SPIRITUAL LIFE–AS I BELIEVE IT TO BE

I cannot say that I fully understand biological life, but I really don’t have to. We have scientists who do all that work for me, and people who put that knowledge on the internet, and all I have to do to read it is ask the right question. But is biological life the full story of life on earth? In the universe? Or in the cosmos? The cosmos? What do I mean when I say the cosmos? Wikipedia describes the cosmos as the universe, and says it is orderly. I disagree with their concept, but I can do that, because I am approaching the cosmos through a philosophical viewpoint. So, when I use the word cosmos, this is what I mean: All places or non-places where life can and does exist, including the universe in which for sure biological life exists, as it does on earth, but also places where non-biological, possibly energy-based life can and does exist. As to an orderly cosmos, I prefer to think of the cosmos as a place where order and chaos exist simultaneously hand-in-metaphorical-hand. In other words, everything–everywhere. The universe, in its turn, is a place where physical (biological) life does exist, but where spiritual life co-exists with the physical. Physical life within the universe presents itself as orderly, the result of biological evolution. Chaos exists here too in the fact there is no order by which we can predict what evolution can or will create. Evolution follows a random course, searching without consciousness, most probably for a perfect lifeform. Humans are not it!

I also mentioned spiritual life above, by which l mean the connection of all living beings, one to all other beings, by virtue of the life inside them, and whatever that life is. And, going back to the start of this essay, this is the life I am searching to define. Not biological life, but spiritual life. IMO, spiritual life also includes the force that makes our bodies move to our direction. Spiritual life is the driver that compels biological life to be born, to act, to propogate, and to try to find purpose before dying. And it not only causes change, it requires us to change. It takes our experiences, displays them to us, and asks, “What now?”

Looking at spiritual life from another direction, there seems to be no way to measure spiritual life, its weight is negligible, if not zero. It has no measurable energy, although there is the possibility that it is married to our brain waves. One of the problems, though, is that we humans like to believe we are the most highly developed species on earth. And we base this belief only on ourselves. We have no way of knowing otherwise, because we have no way of communicating with most other species, and knowing exactly what they think of us. I, personally, am glad we cannot communicate with them. But i also wish we could!

Being a cat lover, who presently lives with 5 cats, I can see how intelligent they are, but I cannot always recognize their feline intelligence. I can understand where their human-type intelligence connects with mine: I have one cat who loves to bring me toys, most of which I am not supposed to touch. But one particular toy I am not only supposed to touch, I am supposed to throw it, so she can fetch it. She plays this game until she tires of it, at which time she hides the toy until she is ready to play Fetch again. But another cat likes to have me groom him, which is definitely a cat comfort action. He starts by jumping on a counter and making head-butt motions to me. If I bend my face down to his, he starts with a head-butt, then licks my mustache and goatee. When first he did this I thought he was grooming me, but his following actions decried this idea. He would turn his face to one side or the other and wait. If I did nothing he would give me a pissed-off look and leave. But, if I reciprocated his efforts, he started to purr. The more I washed his face and head with my whiskers which he would keep moistened, the louder he would purr, and the longer he would stay. Generally he does this at least once a day. Grooming is a feline comfort action, those cats who like each other groom each other often, while those that are stand-offish groom only themselves, and are groomed only by themselves. If anyone ever tells me cats are not intelligent, I disabuse them of that thought. But is this really feline intelligence I am seeing? I think it is. And that is why I believe cats, and all animals on land or in the sea, have spirits. But cats have been around people for millennia, so maybe they are displaying learned behaviours, though I do not think so.

What about fish, bugs, plants, and microbes? Do they have spirits too? I have no way to answer that but this: Evolution tells us we started as one-celled beings over 4 billion years, give or take, and those one-celled beings evolved into everything else, including us. We have spirits, I’m very sure of that. Is there any doubt all living beings should also have spirits? By human standards that does not seem possible. But we do not know how to see by bug standards, plant standards, or even microbe standards. Until we can, or absolutely cannot, I am not going to deny them what I know I have, because they are our distant ancestors. I would welcome them into our community of living beings, but I have no such right. They were here first. If anyone should be doing the welcoming, it should be them.

End of part one

Learning How to be Unsane

But enough about obstacles. I have told you what the major obstacles are, but I now need you to discover the rest on your own. The thing is, I really don’t want to tell you anything at all, my only purpose in writing this work is to have it act as a guide, not to act as a How to Change manual. I want it to be more of a “This is My Experiencework that you might be able to use to help you through the changes you are about to go through. This is definitely NOT a Bible for Change.

You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make him or her drink!

Probably at some point in your life you have heard the above adage or saying, or one similar to it. I want to take this moment to remind you, no one led you to this work (unless someone connected to you in some way suggested you come, but that certainly was not me), you basically led yourself here. But even so, however you got here, no one, including me, can make you read what is here, or force you to use anything you read here. This change, if you decide to go through with it, is wholly up to you, and how that change happens for you is completely and absolutely up to you.

Just a short while back I suggested authority figures will be an obstacle against making this change. I even suggested to you that God, being the Ultimate Authority Figure, would be an obstacle. Now I need to change that statement. Since you are still reading this, and didn’t stop reading it when I wrote the above piece on obstacles, I know now that you are serious about making a change, or at least seriously contemplating making a change. So, if you believe in God, and find that after you make the change you still believe in God, I’m not going to tell you that you are wrong. I may not have said this in so many words before this, but as you go through this change, you may find you believe things inside yourself that did not originate inside you. That does not mean they are wrong. Some people actually know what they are talking about. And here is the point I tell you that while the concept of God, or any supreme being or force, does not work for me, it is up to you to decide what does or doesn’t work for you. Only you can know what works for you. No one, absolutely no one, has the right to tell you that you are wrong about anything.

Somewhere in the course of reading this work, you probably also asked yourself, “If this change is so hard to make, and so potentially life-changing, why should I bother trying to make it? Do not let me answer that for you. My opinion is that if you (the horse) are here (at the water), and looking for help (wanting to quench your thirst), why not drink? That is the simple response, but does it help you decide to drink? I hope it isn’t that simple for you, although if you are ready it might be. But if you still aren’t sure, what is it that you might decide to not make the change that keeps you from doing it? First question: Is the water safe to drink, and am I being truthful when I say I believe it is? My response is: I have absolutely no vested interest in what you decide to do. I am not asking you for money, so I don’t want to steal from you. I am not asking you to become a follower, a cult member, or anything like that, so I don’t want to force you into anything. I am not asking you to do anything at all that you don’t decide to do on your own. In fact, I really only want to help you do this if you decide to do this for yourself. There is no should here, or no must. This is totally up to you. And to take that idea one step farther, I don’t want to tell you or anyone why to change or what to change into. My only role in this whole process, if you will allow me to change the allegory, is to be the midwife as you give birth to the new you. There is nothing else I can or want to do. On the off chance that there is a second question, I would prefer you ask it either in a comment, or directly to me (gewcolo@gmail.com) if you prefer privacy.

Here, I think, is a good time to back up a little in this work. Another question you are probably asking in some shape or form is: What has all this to do with all living beings? Everything I have said so far pertains to human beings, to people, and no one can read this but people. And you have hit the nail directly on the head with a huge hammer. I mentioned above that there are trillions of billions of millions of living beings on this planet alone, what about them? Most of them can’t think, or read, or write, or even know. They aren’t even aware they are alive… Are they?

Have you ever asked an ant if it is aware of its own existence? Absurd. There is no way for an amoeba to know it is alive. Or even a _______? I’ll let you fill in the blank. I am not going to insult your intelligence by saying I talk with bugs, or plants, or most animals. But neither am I going to insult their intelligence, or whatever it is that they use to direct their daily lives. I have no illusion that I am a member of the most intelligent species of beings in existence. Because I do not know how to communicate with a living being does not mean it does not communicate with itself, or others of its kind. My basis for this belief is a simple one, all of us are alive. All of us share this wondrous thing called life. And there is no reason for me to believe I am special, or people are special. Or to put that another way, I believe every living being is special, because every living being has life.

If I had my druthers, I would have called this philosophy A Philosophy of Life, but that name is already taken. I wracked my brain to come up with a name that could describe what I feel inside of me, and communicate that feeling to you, or anyone else capable of using this method of communication. Nothing fit, until one day I woke up with the name on the tip of my lips, A Philosophy for All Living Beings. Where it came from, I cannot tell you. I assume it came from my dream mind, or my subconcious mind, or maybe my unsane mind, but it really doesn’t matter where it came from. It works for me, and as far as I know, no one has ever used it before.

So, to quickly describe why I think this philosophy works for all living beings, it is because most living beings already know who they are, and how to live their lives. It might not seem thus to us, but we have no way of knowing what being a different species of life feels like to that particular species of life, or that any being within any species feels about being a living being. I wrote a verse of poetry one day, which seems to be very appropriate here. In the about to be quoted verse, I was writing about dinosaurs:

their brains were the size of peas

we are told

but the size of the brain

does not reflect

the expanse of the mind

(The entire poem can be read at https://rawgod.tripod.com/RealAdvice/id3.htm if you are interested. Look to the left side of the page. Please copy and paste if link does not work. )

This also refers to humans. No one knows what we are truly capable of. But for this work, I would like to re-write that sentence as: No one knows what you are truly capable of… At least, not yet…

So, to show you, through words, how I became unsane, you must leave this website. Go to: http://rawgod.tripod.com/4StepProgram/index.htm   (

why the hell can’t you be like other
men
she groused
bring home the bacon
rot in front of the tee vee
fuck me once in a while to keep
me happy
why the hell do you want to talk

she looked at me as if she wished
she had a rolling pin in her hand
i think she would have used it
on me

i sat immobile
cool as a cucumber
contemplating her complaint

what she really wanted
what i could never give her
was simple understanding

i had never been able to understand
her
nor could she ever understand me
it was what we shared in common

sure we were good together
there was no woman in the world i
wanted
more than her
and although she may not say
the same about me
she had few grievances against me
our life was good together
as long as i didn’t try to talk to her

really talk, i mean
not the daily bullshit
how are the kids honey
what’s for dinner dear
did you have a good day at the
office
(neither one of us worked in an office)
we could play those roles without
trying
so we stopped trying

for her that was all she wanted back
then
for me it was far from enough

i wanted to understand
who are we
why are we here
how did we get where we are
what are we supposed to be doing
here
where are we going from here
are we going anywhere from here

so i tried talking to her
sometimes over breakfast
(which we so seldom shared)
sometimes at supper
but usually late at night
after we had made love…

those were the times i thought
when we were closest to each other
when we were closest to her god
(whoever or whatever that god
might be)
there was no better time
for communicating

all she ever wanted to do
was to lie in the afterglow
and glow

that was what she did best
glowing after sex
her body still covered with a soft
sheen of sweat
her skin still alive with the blush of
passion
warmth emanating from her entire
being
joy looking out from the spirit
behind her eyes
she wanted no more than that

this saddened me
i wanted to give her everything i had
inside of me
the essence of me
but i was allowed to give her nothing
for that was all she would take

how can two people exist in such a
marriage
everything was so good
on the surface
but beneath there was no substance
no meat on the marital bones

was i wrong to want more
was she wrong to want less
than me

i divorced her you know
after i had promised to live with her
all the days of my life
i left her
not for someone new
(i don’t know that any woman could
replace her)
i left her for me
because i needed someone to talk to
in the long lonely hours
after midnight

i talk now to myself
sometimes i wish i could still talk to
her

up here in the northlands
where polar bears roam the tundra
and ptarmigan roost
i think back to the leather-winged
pterodactyls
the brontosauri
and the tyrannosauri rex
and i wonder
did thoughts like these
drive those poor fellows to extinction

their brains were the size of peas
we are told
but the size of the brain
does not reflect
the expanse of the mind

if it did i would never have left her
we could have been happy
except for my thoughts
my questions
my unending search for answers

i gaze into the cloudless sky
and i see it there above me
the pterodactyc ptarmigan
so awkwardly graceful
so powerful
yet so weak
it does not belong here

i fear that neither do i

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There you will find an OVERVIEW of the process which I used to change myself, with an index on the right side to take you to how I actually went through the process I discovered. If you try it, I wish you luck becoming the REAL YOU! If you don’t, I hope you bookmark that page for when you decide to discover the Real You. You will decide to try, at some point. I can almost guarantee it. You’ve come this far, have you not? Why not just see if it works…

Learning How To Think “Unsanely”

Reality on Earth is many things, and is not always the same for all people as one would think it would have to be if there was nothing beyond reality.

Can there be such a thing, a philosophy for all living beings? I mean, come on now, from amoebas and viruses and bacteria to humans and elephants and whales, and who knows what kinds of living beings might exist on other worlds, or other planes of existence, can any one person speak for every other living being? That would be impossible, wouldn’t it? And incredibly egotistical! What could possess a person, any person, to make such a claim? He or she would have to be insane, right? Just trying to think of the immensity of the numbers of living beings here on Earth, the trillions of billions of millions of living beings alive right now is beyond human comprehension, and if you throw in the beings that might be alive on even one other planet somewhere in the universe, that would be doubly impossible to comprehend, so, yeah, insane is a good word that comes immediately to mind. But I, the person trying to write this insane philosophy, have a different word to describe how I feel making such a claim, and that word is unsane, or, beyond sanity.

Sanity is a condition of life that locks us inside a universal (or should I say, at this time, planet-wide?) shared concept of what reality is. Insanity, in its turn, appears to mean something like unable to live in that shared reality sane people exist in. But unsanity, as I use it, means able to go beyond the shared planet-wide concept of reality without losing that concept of reality. “I feel like I am unsane because I can see through the veil of reality while still being able to live in that shared reality without making other people think I am insane, or unable to cope with that reality in some way. As I see myself, and the reality around me, I am not locked into that reality, but able to transcend it whenever I see or feel the need. Therefore I am more than sane, I am unsane.”

[So, if you can live with that definition, whether or not you can fully understand it, or even accept it, we can move on from here. Otherwise, I think anyone who cannot live with my definition of unsanity will think me insane, and therefore find little value in the philosophy of all living beings, because it probably will not fit into their (or your) vision of sanity, and the reality in which they (you) live.]

To continue, I did not start out to discover a philosophy for all living beings, because to even have had that concept before I stumbled onto it would have been insane, even to me. All I was looking for was something I could live with, a thought or idea or maybe even a purpose about my life, or for my life. You might say I was adrift in a sea of concepts all handed down to me from the people who I thought understood the world into which I had been born. Yes, I believed what I was told, for maybe the first 10 years of my life.

I cannot say exactly what started me thinking that the authorities on life didn’t have any better clue of what life was all about than I did, but probably it was knocked into me by a physically abusive father who was determined to knock all my weird ideas out of me. He, nor anyone else, was able to answer the questions I was starting to ask, so he somehow decided that he could beat me into sanity, which was actually the worst thing anyone could have done. Instead of beating reality into me, he made me want another reality all the more, a reality where I was safe from being beaten… (I gave myself that safe reality as a 16th birthday present. I had run away from home in an attempt to find safety before that day, but this was an era when there was no legal policy to stop a parent from abusing a child, so the police always took me back to my father despite me telling them he was probably going to beat me to death one day. You can guess what this made me think of the police force, but that is another matter. There was, however, one cop who told me one day, wait till you are 16 and you can legally escape from him, and my mantra (a verbal statement that inspires its speaker) became “Only xxx more days till freedom,” and I counted down the days till I turned 16.) None of this, of course, is important to this work, but I thought you might like to know how my life started, and how I became so determined to find something that was different from the insane reality that was destroying me.

 

Reality on Earth is many things, and is not always the same for all people as one would think it would have to be if there was nothing beyond reality.

 

That thought was the first clue I had to realizing that there might be something different from what I was being told reality was. So this is where I really started my search…

To be continued…