Communion

It is now that we break bread.

Here is my body, which I give unto you—residence in the present: body mind spirit.
Take and eat.
Here is my blood, which I give unto you—what can flow more clearly from the soul than words.
Take and drink.

Invocation finished. I mixed them… did you see it?
Damn my eyes.

Everybody I meet seems to want to talk about the soul. Everybody everywhere who is sufficiently aware of themselves, their environment and their culture seems to have a nagging draw toward the things of the ephemera.
A lot of people don’t even realize that what they are attempting to describe is precisely within my personal understanding/definition of soul.
I laugh when thinking of defining the soul.
It’s like trying to define “an.” What does “an” mean?
Well, it’s an article.
I didn’t ask what its function was. I asked for its definition.

Can you see my path?

Function. Utility.
Perhaps we are here to be of some use, but perhaps this use-value goes beyond our scope of understanding and means something on the universal scale.

Seekingly find being.

We must all seek for the thing-in-itself inside the thing-in-itself. As these things—soul, god, and the like—exist as words, it is in the nature of words themselves that the nature of these things can be investigated. If the things of the spirit take primacy over the things of the physical world, then why is the manifestation of those spiritual things in the form of language?
What is god without the name of God?

In the beginning was THE WORD, and THE WORD was with god, and THE WORD was god. From a purely grammatical point of view, the message here is obvious, and yet it has been overlooked for so long. THE WORD is the subject. God is the object. Anybody who’s studied anything about the nature of the subject/object debate can understand this importance.

Sartre’s gaze: in becoming the object of another’s gaze I recognize in myself my perpetual state of object-hood. To all others I am an object of scrutiny. When we are not subject, our psyches feel terror.

I’m mixing things up again, and I know it, but we lie to ourselves perpetually and explain away our insignificance by making ourselves the most important being on the planet. That is, until somebody looks at us.
That’s how fragile it is my friends.
As soon as we recognize the fact that we are just some object in the mind of the Other, the structure cracks and has the potential for total collapse.

Most people feel all of this as opposed to knowing what they are feeling and why, but their experience with it is similar to everybody’s. The eyes are portals to the soul. When two people’s eyes meet, if they linger there at all, they cannot help but give away enough of their soul for the other to feel them—every piece contains a map of it all.

So, it’s no real mystery why most people want, in the deepest parts of themselves, to discuss the deepest part of existence. What is it about something—the fact that something “is”—that makes us believe there probably about to be nothing? We look around at the great cosmic fluke that has given rise to our various civilizations, and what the reasoning person sees is that based on all probability none of this should be here.

But nature has her ways, and they are not so different from human ways, but they occur on such a magnificent scale that there is no REAL way to comprehend it. Nature goes beyond the Earth: our planet is in the nature of the universe. Nature has a policy of attempting to give as much possibility to everything as it possibly can. In other words, even if the probability were to read something like 1:1,000,000,000—nature can usually supply the billion or two or three that it requires to find that one. The almost billion other attempts are all important, but they are also pretty standard failures. It is the anomalies that need to be investigated. It is in the point-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-one percent that we ought to be looking: these are the ones whose mysterious point of soul has extra-perceptual manifestations of spirit. The probability of YOU, and YOU alone existing is astronomical. Perhaps there is something in the universe that makes of some people’s probability beyond astronomical and places them squarely within the universal. Find these people. Their soul peaks out consistently, no matter how much they attempt to hide it. It emanates from them sub-consciously, spiritually and it carries weight unlike any kind of physical burden—and you’d better believe it’s a burden: imagine the weight of feeling the pull of the universe without having any idea what it is, how it came to be, or why it pulls you in the directions it does.

To feel is an enormous thing. To feel the universe is indescribable.

To those earnestly seeking to know, I bid you seek fervently and find forever everywhere.

I experience the most joy when sending my love through spiritual channels to those I love all over the world. Maybe, sometimes, you feel something good for half a second for absolutely no reason… well, you might’ve just been a part of my daily love dosings. Now, in no particular order, I give my love to:

May all beings be happy.