What has never occurred to me regarding granddad telling me to stop showing off over 43 years ago was this being my first remembrance of experiencing a double bind dilemma. Kind of young to have begun such psychological suffrage. Seems I got an early start on most things that were typically a dreadful consternation for supposedly mature adults. Especially those nearing death bed confessionals. The good old bad double bind. And I should add — the blind spot some unknown percentage of America’s population has pensively, offensively and fearfully used to defend senselessly absurd belief systems that forestall the very applicably possible and presumably observable essentials — such as mercy, forgiveness, love of enemies, doing good to those who hate you, understanding, patience, turning the other cheek, nonviolence, nonresistance, compassion, giving to whoever asks without questioning the asker, and unconditional love — in favour of betraying the very Perfect Love that remarkably remains incapable of penetrating such parochial rigid beliefs. And the question I know most all of the religious were actually discouraged to ask involved why we think we know what we say we we know and therefore believe what we say we believe if the unquestioned aim for belonging to the group is simply to save one’s ephemeral life’s consciousness from swiftly arriving at annihilation? Little wonder why pining over past pictures is cheap belief’s only nostalgic hope. Maybe when we don’t give a tinker’s damn about whether we are hell bound or heaven worthy will we find liberation from the fear of saving our lives and in so doing, find immediately the here and now — the eternal now. We will find real life by letting go before we must let go. This is Jesus’s meaning when he says, “A time is coming and NOW IS; those who relate silently with truth have already passed from death to life.”
There’s on,y so much driving and performing with one’s brakes on that can occur before this separatists religion begins to repulse anyone who is sick of the “little me” making the evacuation plan to heaven. I wouldn’t want to be part of the number of these saints who selfishly go marching in. That would be hell.
I suspect we get “damned if you do and damned if you don’t” from this peculiar need to hold two opposing polarizing points together and even make sense out of the heads or the tails being, in reality “Both And” inseparable parts of the same penny. In fact, there are no parts of a penny. A penny is what a penny is. That idiom just triggered a reoccurring epiphany I had and I sense strongly that it’s true. This being Jesus’s question to His disciples, “If love only those who love you and you only lend to those whom you are quite certain will repay you, how are you all any different than those labeled sinners?” The answer is as obvious now as it surely was then. There is absolutely no difference between the two peoples as both are One people and differentiations by way of wordplay that’s merely hubristic wishful thinking. It’s merely a simpleton’s craving for inner circle exclusion and a dreadfully babyish desire to superficially feel, think and actually believe Perfectly infinite Love might ever divide its universal creation as salvageable yes-men or throw away vermin based on easily parroted beliefs that are worthlessly empty professions that ask nothing of anyone whose only reason to mouth this belief jargon is wholly based on self-interested self-preservation. Thusly requiring no Metanoia or renewing of one’s mental societal and religious programming. Absent renewing the mind by weeding the mental soil from loveless historic labelling and categorical religiously dull roots, any dismissal of anyone who looks, talks, believes, or has other cultural experiences differing naturally from our learned bigoted parochial myopia — quite frankly will create tribalism. Who in His or Her eternally loving Creator’s name would die knowing his or her death would necessarily act only to create more divisional schisms and increase the world’s violence just to placate the fearful few as signed, sealed and already heaven-bound selfish sluggards? We’re at 44,000 denominational abominations as of today’s post. Love would especially when we most resist it. I don’t like it but it is what it is.
Interesting to consider the contextual comments that led to granddad’s compulsion towards tying me into my first encounter with the tearing that’s typically referenced between two dualistic lovers. Either Or trap. All OR nothing. “Who’s in as in opposition to who’s out?” This is grade school all over again. The specifically Westernized tortuous teaching that’s so simple to notice that, if not for the far reaching tentacles endemic of this teaching, Rodney King’s imploringly crucial question, “Can’t we all just get along?” would have been peacefully answered as a nonissue 2000 years ago. Seriously.