Riffin' On Galatians 4's Clear Advocation of the Ritualistic Consumption of Immortality Elixirs

“But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons.” Galatians 4:4-5

  Life…begets life. Transcendence…begets liberation. God sending forth His Own as Himself, in Jesus…this being the singular redemptive act of the entirety of what the Cosmos will ever produce (they are Infinite), a Messianic act performed “in the fullness of time”, a moment we ourselves are to pivot towards/experience when we effectively realize utter Oneness/communion with Him ourselves (an act through which, Man, historically, has claimed to “step outside of time” or “rupture the normal flow of time” or even “rupture the endless cycles of Samsara”), which is an institution that historically has been driven socially by the reputation of a one Jesus Christ….is the essence of a “Christian” tradition. This is what differentiates it from an Oriental tradition…almost nothing at all.

To realllly get into the meat and potatoes of it (which, I point out, only the older generations, at this point, really feel compelled to do… which says everything about the ease/freedom of progress…) Christians adamantly believe that the existence of Messianic processes in the Universe, the existence of the potential to commune with God along Messianic/developmental lines is ascribed to Christ entirely, even if he wasn’t born until well after civilizations had come and gone and come and gone. Since his coming was always fated, He’s the reason that life is a machine which produces only eternal life.

        If you asked Him about it, and I may lose some of the old school types here, He’d say it’s because He is One with his Father. He’d say it’s because it was His Father’s nature, and that’s the sole cause of everything…and that His Father’s nature is pure Love.

                Every servant of God is His utter equal (everyone who surrenders to the whims/desires of love, uninhibited).   And I do resolutely believe that as much is an instrumental aspect of an effectively devout Christian identity. To realize that because communion is what is paramount, which is an effective surrendering of one’s will to God the Father’s….every servant of God is potentially an equal, or rather…is already an equal, is everything! Also too to realize such people are equal to those who do not choose to serve God in all that they do, too, at that… (suffering…plays a practical role at the level of Universe…)  

                This is Oriental spirituality. This was a religion called Hinduism which existed as early as 5000 bc. We still have their scriptures, from India. There are twice as many practicing Hindus in the state of India today, apparently, as there are people in the entire United States.

                Religion is a vehicle by which to bring individuals to God, as well as to a better quality of life. The latter task has been nearly handed over entirely to modern government. Two branches of the same mission, and sometimes, the government is getting better than certain religions at bringing people to God… talk about botching it. If you teach religion correctly, it’s more addicting than McDonald’s. This stuff was not designed fairly.

                Now, as an idealist and community man, I love the law… I slave on behalf of giving it efficacy. But notice what happened to this savior sent lovingly to be born “under the law”…He ends up getting executed by the state. So instead of coming to support “the law” he is instead sent to “redeem those who are” “under” “the law”.

                Listen, the  “law” is a dirty, dirty standard…it creates rigid ideals that aren’t aligned with the ideals of reality and leaves us at the discretion of the sensibility of individuals constantly. We’re not here to lift the State up… we’re not here to redeem the law we all toil under, but the very individuals said law was intended to refine, and instead just kinda ransacked, leaving kinda hollow and diseased...

                Apparently the only way we can receive “adoption as sons” of G O D is to be “redeemed” in the eyes of the “law”, which looks a lot more Kid Rock “I am the bull god” than it does holding the principles of social method as eternal and paramount (which they actually are). Far too often society undervalues the preciousness of life…is too disrespectful during the rehabilitation process (sometimes people will take a harder time if you tell the truth of their life along the way… lots of people are being psychologically manipulated institutionally by being forced to live artificial narratives along the paradigms of those who read their file/direct their rehabilitation…recovery is about getting to the truth of reality, not routing people into medicinal Lotus-ponds)… or simply just doesn’t treat the phenomena at hand as if its inherently a spiritual experience meant to induce communion with God. Sometimes the law treats us as measly humans, instead of the Universe-containing pieces of Infinity that we are. That’s not ok, yo…but the flip side is if everyone in the world is a Universe-containing piece of Infinity…you probably should uphold the laws intended to best uphold them. It’s a balance. I bet you already know what to do.

                The “fullness” of time is the end of time itself, “eternity”. We experience it when we experience “communion”…and if we are to believe Terrence McKenna, who coined the term “end of time” in this sense of it, apparently there are devilish concoctions in our counterculture that people are turning towards conscientiously to experience a bombastic sense of this…of tapping into eternity…of being hurled to God’s very doortstep. Usually one has to be wellll versed in spiritual methodologies, in addition to being communally active in a Boddhisatvic way before they can intentionally walk themselves to this place in each and every moment, in effortless and mundane/normal ways… so that there’s something out there that seems to propel people into a decadent, unearned, yet utterly resolute sense of it…and that the experiences themselves seem to leave personal trails of breadcrumbs by which the individuals can awaken to mystical methodologies spontaneously, entirely along personal lines… is miraculous.           

                Some of us actually came up this way ; D . We’re being told that we shouldn’t talk about it, and that we have somehow accidentally set a very bad example…but this has been happening for a very long time…and I am very young, and still relatively inexperienced… I was taken advantage of, if the thing was capable of as much. It went after the stupid and potentially vulnerable, and did good by us, even if it sees us in this moment. I think this is the real story, this layer of subversion.

                An actionable sense of Eternity… an emanation of a universe that is not our own but is essentially a universe operating under the same sorts of parameters… if one were to experience this in a spiritual experience, I’d imagine they are upon the Dragon’s back…that that Universe is just a potent emanation of God.

                What they fail to realize is that it impresses itself entirely upon them as they experience it. And then when they return to their normal life, they are that emanation within their Universe. Unwitting, they are the center of it, a major re-orientation of the social world itself which will play out across time.

                This is happening with every single microdose…every trip. When all of the social debates are allowed to ahem shut the fuck up ahem and I can run my mouth without anything to necessarily back me or criticize me… my two cents is that it’s uniformly miraculous, and that the polarity surrounding the substances is honestly related to a lack of purity, culturally, in the conceptions going around.

                They are miracle machines. God molecules. Thunder in a bottle.

                And people have known this, too. The people who tend to have a lid on the counterculture…seem to know as much. They are sacred. The thing about controlled substances in a drug war…sometimes you just want control them moreso than eradicate them.

                Pardon my hillbilly ways, but this is the lay of the land. X_X (if it’s any consolation we can be evil and blame it on hillbillies/a reluctance to turn towards necessary cultural progress that’s secretly, not evil, but in fact, the very epitome of morality). I guess you can’t have a Mountain Holler if there ain’t some soda-maker down on his luck somewhere, in need of a mountain dollar…

                Which, in the frameworks of psychedelics, is to say, it’s only because there are utter morons out there who haven’t been cultured to seek God in all things that they do, and to dedicate the merit of the entirety of their actions as Beings towards the well-being of all sentient Beings, in His Honor… that these stupid little substances that can cause one to meet an embodied form of God…can do as much.

                Frankly, I’m embarrassed to call this trash-verse home. I’m realizing that the term “Milky Way” was probably a name given, and that it’s an allusion to a crude/dominating act of self-induced male orgasm…the udder inflates in a torturous repression until it’s time to milk the damn thing baby… you have infused the very prairie grasses and tree barks in your world with the hard to execute high-mark of your cultural ambitions. That’s inherently more funny than it is precious/beautiful. Always over the next hill…   Which is what it is all really about. Not so much the personal placidity we'd expect to find in the lap of luxury, quietly tending to our each and every within as we meditate, focused intently on self...the great thrill we get high off of, the flow we chase, is that which partitions a part of our very destinies, and defers it until tomorrow. We're playing the game of the species itself, of creation, of the planet.... always onto the next great orientation, the next right thing, little or big...

The game of woman, actually...the game of self-growth. The game of "born of woman"...the game begun with the temptation of Eve by the God-sent Snake...the game of shedding the old skin for the new one, for the sake of tending to creation... we are "of" that which we can't possibly be "of" until we equate that origin, apporpriately, with God, Supreme...

Once you find God, keep finding Him.

Adorn yourself in leathers child, and treat the very outgrowths of your body as transcendental fruits, testimonies to be reverenced...we're going deep, deep into the very heart of this existence itself... in fact, we're on the run from it...and soon it'll swallow us whole...