"El Día del Diablo"
6/6/06
Today I sweated so much that I had salt encrusted on the side of my face when I reached the albergue; thick enough to scrape with a knife. But I do seem to be acclimating to the heat faster than in previous years. For those of you who read my blog last summer know that so far this is nothing compared to that inferno.
It was the hardest day yet; 22 km and no water at all. Every other day there was a lengthy stretch of water to walk next to which makes a difference both in temperature and temperament. The changes in the terrain in just 120 km has been astounding. I have covered stream habitats, mountain microclimates, desert sorrell, deciduous hardcover (where I found a tick, of course), prarie grasses, and second-stage succession pine forests.
I had a rare moment for me while sitting in the church after walk´s end. I found myself wishing that I could believe in God. It would make things a lot easier. But it´s impossible for me to get past knowing that the whole concept is fantastical make-believe. I´ve decided I must need an imaginary friend. I wondered on the whole walk today: Can one truly know good without truly knowing bad? Of course, the opposite posit is just as valid.
Today I sweated so much that I had salt encrusted on the side of my face when I reached the albergue; thick enough to scrape with a knife. But I do seem to be acclimating to the heat faster than in previous years. For those of you who read my blog last summer know that so far this is nothing compared to that inferno.
It was the hardest day yet; 22 km and no water at all. Every other day there was a lengthy stretch of water to walk next to which makes a difference both in temperature and temperament. The changes in the terrain in just 120 km has been astounding. I have covered stream habitats, mountain microclimates, desert sorrell, deciduous hardcover (where I found a tick, of course), prarie grasses, and second-stage succession pine forests.
I had a rare moment for me while sitting in the church after walk´s end. I found myself wishing that I could believe in God. It would make things a lot easier. But it´s impossible for me to get past knowing that the whole concept is fantastical make-believe. I´ve decided I must need an imaginary friend. I wondered on the whole walk today: Can one truly know good without truly knowing bad? Of course, the opposite posit is just as valid.
posted by Holly at 5:45 AM
7 Comments:
God with out religion is the divine spark where ideas come from.
Belief will only get you to religion.
Open minded awarness only will allow one to be free of the constraints of the scocietal influence of religion.
E
"Continuing the theme of the hidden door to the transdimensional worlds here’s a quirky thing to think about. Beyond the door are fields of energy infinitely vast, beyond anything we can comprehend. In those worlds, realities bend and fold in and out of each other, endlessly alive and changing all the while.
Once when I was in there on a journey, I asked if I would be allowed to see God. Seconds later a being came up beside me. I couldn’t see what kind of being it was but it felt holy and good, so I didn’t freak. Somehow, the being whizzed me upwards and backwards at a vast speed through a universe that receded from me. Eventually I arrived at God. The being said, “This is God, do you see?”
I was shocked to discover that God was an orange, oval-shaped cloud, the shape of a NFL football. It was a very large cloud maybe a thousand miles across, all made up of little orange molecules of human emotion. Orange fog, I’d say.
I could see through the god-cloud quite easily and way in the distance, maybe a million miles away, I could see the planet earth below me. I thought to myself how strange, God is nothing more than a cloud of emotion of a billion or more people that prayed for something today, something they hope for.
It’s quirky to think of billions of people who worship a human-type god that doesn’t really exist. In the vast fields-upon-fields beyond the door there is no Buddha, there is no Jesus, Allah? Forget it! When people find out they are praying to a fog of little orange bubbles they might be jolly upset and a bit lost maybe. Still, maybe it is part of everyone’s eventual journey to realize these strange things.
Man asking a wall for advice
I think that is why God can’t raise you up. He is only a cloud; he couldn’t boil an egg if he had to. And what will we say of those that claim they have been selected or risen up by God? Or, what about people that say the cloud wrote a book about tribes fighting in a bleak little desert a million miles away.
It would be impolite to call them demented, and yet if they saw the silliness of the orange cloud that they claim as their authority, they would die of shame on the spot. Their bones would fall off their shoulders. Best to keep shush about the cloud, I reckon. Here, read this silly book that the cloud knows nothing about and go and be nasty to loads of people who don’t agree with you.
The problem for us frail humans is when we see the fields-upon-fields we are soon overcome by them. It’s easy to be conned into believing we belong to those elevated worlds and that we are supposed to carry that power back for others. It’s foolish. The fields prefer to stay hidden I reckon, and anyway no one could even start to understand them—not even the greatest scientists in the world. A three dimensional genius is lost in a multi-dimensional reality. Imagine the floor becomes the ceiling and the walls turn inside out and swap positions and then the whole room floats off downwards at 45°. You can’t work out the mathematics of a world that won’t stay still; it fries your brain. Then to write a book and pretend it’s the sacred word of the orange cloud is really nasty and bent.
It’s the crime of the fallen angel over and over again, hoping to become a god or hoping to be seen as a representative of god by others. Failing that, they will try to establish a ‘god-person’ for others to follow. It’s a control mechanism that makes them feel important. But in effect it’s a crime against humanity, because they use a cock ‘n’ bull story to entrap and disempower people.
One day we’ll have to be set free of the apostles of the orange cloud.
In the fields-upon-fields there is no god, not in the way we think of god.* If it upsets you, best leave it alone for now and stay here. But there is a great goodness over there and there is a creative spark in all things. It’s a type of God Force radiance but there is no god as a bloke, or even a goddess as a female god. The god-like beings over there seem androgynous, neither male nor female.
Beyond the door, many of the very high spiritual beings are like nature spirits, half human, half animal, but to offer humans god-like nature spirits would spook people out. Humans like to think they are above nature. But in effect we are anti-nature, just common predators.
If you want to come to a new sophistication, imagine a creative spark in all things; a goodness, and there you have it. Then imagine vast beings, the size of a star, that can turn themselves inside out and outside in; they move constantly changing colors all the time. They are the ones that care for this planet and they are trillions of miles beyond the orange cloud.
Morpheus in the Matrix says, no one can tell you about the fields-upon-fields, you have to go and look for yourself. He was right. If you wonder how you will ever get there don’t worry, trust me, I met a bus driver once."
Stuart Wilde
In all honesty I don´t even know where to start...I´ll try to stay succinct.
First: Anyone who quotes Morpheus ¨in the Matrix¨ should never never call another person "demented".
Second: A MILLION MILES AWAY???!!!
Does Stuart Wilde know that the moon is about 250,000 miles from us and that our closest neighbor, Venus, is 26 MILLION miles? I´m sure that if there was a big nerf ball in the sky only a million miles from Earth we wouldn´t need Mr. Wilde to alert us to its presence. By "us" I´m referring to the rational denizens of Earth as opposed to the handful of nutjobs roaming around with there heads in the ether.
Third: Anyone who has to cut and paste a quote from another into their comments on a blog is lame lame lame.
Fourth: To top it off you, mysterious "E", completely missed the point of what I was trying to convey. I think that all this hoohah about "fields-within-fields" and particles of "human emotion" is just as silly as the beliefs of acetism, Buddha, Heaven´s Gate, and...The Matrix. There is nothing. Life is inherently meaningless. Self-awareness only evolved because its competitively advantageous. When you die you are no more. You fucking rot in the ground. But, you know what, that´s just fine; it wasn´t so bad before birth. But wait, do you have memories of that? Of waiting around to be born? I´m sure you must. Floating around in a nerf ball in space...
We are alone. We will die. Then we will be no more. The only succor in life is in forging meaningful realtionships with others while we are here. Not fucking drinking peyote and meeting god-like beings or leaving a trash heap of tripe on someones blog.
I have a very different view on this, probably because I'm right. God is not an orange emotional nerf cloud in the sky, but neither is our existence completely material and meaningless ... leading to total annhilation and rot.
You want the truth? You can't handle the truth! (if you can quote Morpheus, then I get to quote Jack Nicholson, so there!)...
The truth is: the world is shaped like a torroid, all existence came into being with the 'big bang' at the creation/destruction black hole in the center of it and is destroyed at the end of the torroid, when it meets on itself in the center again. We ... are points of consciousness from this 'consciousness ocean' which is actually the 'spirit of god/goddess' what have you..and we've fallen into this still world to experience this *thing* which is matter, the torroid universe I described..
Time doesn't really exist, but it is part of our experience as our consciousness or energy flows through this torroid, experiencing what reality really is.
All the old myths about God/dess creating a counterpart in order to experience/discover him/herself reflect this reality. That there is something that exists which is seeking to understand itself. Two people looking in a mirror. So imagine if you could go and send parts of your consciousness down your veins, through your pores, through your innards and out of your hair, then they would return afterwards. That's what we're talking about.
How do you like them apples E?
Hey if the theme is crazy...I'm in!
-- Liz
Bwwahahahaha!!
I know you´re crazy, but are you serious as well?
"The truth is: the world is shaped like a torroid"..Liz
You and Liz may like this apple and its kind of pretty.
http://www.meru.org/compuimages/3-10dance.html
http://www.meru.org/compuimages/3-10blossom.html
Jeez, yer buddy E, (The first letter in eunich or eediot), makes me happy that I am just a runt laborer that thinks with my big fists and little pecker. Ahh the happiness in my simplicity.
Whatever, lotsa love from the Dulles and When I figger out a long gaseous way to say 'go with it', I'll write you using every big word I can find-HA
I too am a runt laborer with little schooling.
Sometimes people pay more attention to the big words than they do the simple ones.They see importance in the complexity of things.
E
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