COREY, I AM ADOPTING THAT AS MY MANIFESTO, SPEAKING OF MANIFESTOS

Yes, Pam, I concur - that is beautiful. It is some great writing, inspiration, explanation, proud declaration. It is bold in its course from step-by-step laying out the situation we are in and that is within us. It is bold in it's ramping up to enjoining and to giving Shakespearean words of "thrust". Fine narrative that proudly endeavors to capture that which isn't narrative and that which is.

I appreciated reading it all. I liked reading most of it. I suppose predictably I glitched at injunction and thrust and declaration of obligation. I wanted to say that that is his storyline of the moment. Beautiful, inspiring, bold, proud storyline. With some chagrin in exposing this, I don't get it, I don't feel it, I don't know it to be true. Perhaps. Yet. Perhaps, yet.

I follow his framing of our and life's conditions. I nod and resonate. I am prepared, it seemed. But then, nonetheless, what, huh, inner cacophony, crap. "God needs you." "and are obligated to find a way to offer your own deepest gifts to the world." That's goin too far, too fast. Leap. Leap? What does that mean, anyway? I felt I was tracking, and receptively.

"You are being called on by God to make some contribution to this world." Get outa here. Called on? What does that inspirationally declarative metaphor mean?

"We are the process of evolution becoming self-aware, and as such are tasked to participate in our own fate." Ok, whew, I'm sort of back on track. "Tasked to"? Except for a glitch, mostly feeling it. I'm feeling more ok inside; not so neurotic, anxious, weak and fragmented.

Busted? Maybe. Maybe.

Okay, self, back up. Walk through this a little more slowly. Use your language and logic, since that's all that seems to be cooking now. [Remember, if you can a little, god-given, god-expressing language and logic.]

God is around and within us and everything, everywhere. God is so everywhere that when It/He/She/You/We seamlessly sees through eyes, god-imbued eyes, god-created eyes, god eyes, all it sees and experiences is more of Itself. We god-founded beings, we god-beings are not separate from that. To the extent of our obfuscation through ego involvement, language, projection and embellished story, we may further obfuscate and corrupt the simplicity of that and thereby we may not understand this, know this God presence. This fits in with Corey's caveat and injunction to surrender regarding neurotic attachment, anxiety, weakness, and brokenness.

"Surrender" Here we go again. WTF. Who the hell says, surrender? Corey? Spiritual traditions far weightier than myself? Oh, shit! Up against this . . . What? ". . . neurotic attachment, anxiety, weakness, and brokenness." Collective mumbo jumbo? Collective woo woo? Collective fantasy, potent life co-creating, sky-hook sustained possibility? God-given sky-hook?

Or, "You cain't get theree, from heree."

This is starting to turn comedic. WTF. I don't know. Screw it. Wait and see. I hate you . . . Smile.

[Sigh]

I concur, Pam.

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Hey, Pam, I hope you don't feel that your sweet post was messed with. I'm wondering if it seemed like you had just laid out a pleasing picnic blanket at the beach and a cavorting dog came along and started digging fiercely next to the potato salad.

You must know that my, "I hate you" frivolity was not directed at you. Nor Corey. It was a touching on, with a little humor, some deep frustration and anger that must have lodged in me early in my life. Like an inarticulate toddler that can only bite or spit to express his powerful feelings. In fact, my post seemed to have evolved or devolved as it went along into playing out some old scripts. It was quite transparent to me as I indulged myself so that it was almost fun and funny to read my assigned script, to play out my designated role of the moment.

I'm guessing you got the brew of serious and of play, of believing myself and not believing a bit of what I was saying.

Just wanted to clear that up and pay my respects. Living.