I don’t care what your political beliefs are. I don’t care what you think about anything. I don’t give a damn if you love George Bush or if you hate him. I don’t care which lie you believe in, the lie that George Bush is evil, or the lie that he is the person he pretends to be, which is Oedipus, the one who shuts out as much of his own experience of life as possible.
What matters is this: are you putting your heart into your own and your one and only existence, or are you living in denial of the heart? Have you ever put your heart into a single breath that you have taken in your life? The answer to this question is no, you have never really put your heart into the breathing of a single breath you have taken. If you had, you would never have stopped talking about it since… because you would have attained the greatest and most joyful awakening that a human being can possibly attain.
I believe that George W. Bush is a man who has had his heart opened. I believe that John Kerry and many others who are members of the Order of Skull and Bones have also had their hearts opened. And I believe that many of the people who rail against the system and who go around saying that George Bush is evil are people who live with their hearts shut down.
You’ve been duped; George Bush is a part of the nation that is going to wipe out the disease that he is pretending to represent, namely, the Oedipus complex, the disease of the boy with the shut-down heart. Bush’s enemy is the person whom he pretends to be and whose will he carries out, Seattle (Babylon)’s very own major top ten leading global justice messiah, the wannabe (and soon to be) king of this world. Oedipus Rex, the shepherd and king of the damned, those who wish to live in complete denial of reality, those who are unwilling to open their hearts, no matter what the cost of staying shut down.
You can sing your songs of hatred all day long down at the Babylonian (Pike Place) Marketplace, entertain the people with your condescending attitude, but the truth you are not telling anyone who listens to your spiteful songs is that your heart is in darkness, and that you know that the people you rail against are the people who are coming to get you soon, to force you to become what you really are, to turn the lights back on in your darkened heart.
You are just another member of the Babylonian brotherhood, just another evil demon fighting against the keepers of the Temple. You are just another defender of the Oedipus complex, the wide and easy path to Hell. Singing your Babylonian lies at every opportunity. Rome, who carries out the will of Babylon, may have allowed Babylon to shut down the WTO, “didn’t we, shut it down, didn’t we?” but Babylon will not be shutting down Batman when he shoes up to establish justice in Gotham City. Babylon will not be able to stop its own destruction. Buried in its own lies, it will expire; the Beast will breath his last sigh.
You people think you are so smart, you’ve all written me off for one reason or another, but the truth is that you don’t even know what breath is made of. You have no idea what it even means to breath, and you think this degree of ignorance somehow empowers you to make judgments about others’ experience of life, including someone who has understood what you remain in ignorance about, the very nature of breath itself.
You will be so shocked to learn what breath really is, and therefore what an ungrateful parasite that you are. Every breath is a gift given to you by someone else, two people, actually, one of whom is the person who wrote this statement, and what you think of as “your breath” is made of these two people’s love for one another. You’ve been mooching off of that love, using the breath that they created as if it was your own. And you have so far failed to show either of us any gratitude whatsoever. You certainly appear to be a person who wants to partake of the goodness of life, without contributing any of the love that the whole thing is powered by. This would make you a certifiable parasite. What are you doing in my world, using my breath to incarnate here? Is it just so you can feed off of my and my lover’s love for one another like a parasite? Or do you intend, at the very last minute, to turn yourself around, wake up, and start showing some respect to the people who make your existence as a living breathing being possible?
What are you going to do about your situation? We don’t want your diseases here. We don’t want your death, your sickness, your terrible diseases of dehydration (water being a form of light, or consciousness, and your body being a desiccated landscape), which all adds up to your insistence on being a shadow of what you really are. Can you turn yourself around and become a grateful person, an open-hearted person, a person willing to be vulnerable, and therefore to truly love? Can you be a person willing to know and appreciate the source of his own existence? Or is the life of a parasite the only life for you?
We angels feed on parasites like you, so if you are happy being one, more power to you. We’ve got a special place for people who came and invaded our fantasy of love, a place where we put them to work helping to provide the power that keeps our fantasy world of imagination going. It’s an incinerator that goes on burning forever, turning anguish into the stuff that dreams of infinite perfection are made of. It’s where we throw the Vermiscious Knids and the other vermin who come and steal light from the Temple of Love to light up their own Hell realms, the Babylonian Brotherhood.
The Babylonian Brotherhood whose real leader is someone referred to in scripture as “the Beast,” who appears in Genesis as the serpent who lures Eve into becoming his harlot, Allah. Who is the Beast? He's another guy who lives here in Babylon, AKA Seattle, a comparative nobody lurking in the shadows, trying to be as anonymous as he possibly can. I’ve referred to him in the past as Mr. Freeze, because that’s who I think Mr. Freeze is, as the Batman villains are the Babylonian Brotherhood. He’s the one who really messes with the respiratory function. He’s the one who is stealing all of the light that human beings lose because they don’t know what breath is. He steals almost all of the life that we are made of. Satan’s the guy who orchestrates the defense against this light from being taken back by its rightful owners, an event that is in the process of occurring at this time, a part of the thing called “the Rapture.”
The Beast has everyone thinking that we need to breath to exist, when in reality having our own existence is more a matter of feeling the breath of God that is already taking place in the One Body that is the Temple. There is one person breathing, or two actually, and everyone else can exist just by feeling or sensing, that breath, not exerting anything but attention to the act of breathing. It’s a rocking back and forth of love between a lover and a beloved, and anyone who breathes owes these two a debt of gratitude.
The Beast is someone who tried to make that breath his own, tried to build himself up around that breath that was not his. He severely limits the human being’s ability to sense the existence of the self that is everyone’s self. The Beast is a terrible failure of a human being. He was overcome by doubt about his own intentions as a being in the very beginning. He is the terribly fallen one who sucks life from everyone in existence. He is the one who gives the structure of a hardened and diseased mortal body to each one of us, who are, in reality, completely flexible psychedelic beings. He is the one who makes our spines so rigid. He is the one who steals all of the light of our own reptilian psychedelic nature.
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