Riffin' On the Eternal Nature of Transpiring (in both senses of it) as a vehicle of Love Supreme

“The living entity, thus taking another gross body, obtains a certain type of ear, eye, tongue, nose and sense of touch, which are grouped about the mind. He thus enjoys a particular set of sense objects.” 15.9 Bhagavad Gita The Yoga of the Supreme Person

The thing about experience that people, even those who regard eternal life as absolutely within hand, often fail to realize is that it’s, and this has always been a prominent feature of the religious frameworks, drawn out in the image of the “Judge”, whether that part be ascribed to the “Father” or the “Son”, well…is that it’s eternal. There’s some sense that the inherent cynicism that just pervasively drapes itself over phenomena when one is an adult, the one which rather frequently, mysteriously, gives way to warmness, only to randomly return… itself springs forth from culturally inherited, pervasive perspectives which regard anything as truly finite/capable of quietly falling into the forever obsolete across time…that anything goes away in a meaningful sense of it…that this moment truly doesn’t live on forever, and the one after which as well…

        The “spiritual” narrative on this thing we call the individuated life, itself, reflected in today’s passage, is that the specifics of your life are in some ways a reflection of the real you as much as they are locked within a matrix of causalities that determine/create you. Life is a blessing, and you are the fruit…as much as you are an important part of that process for all others. In taking a “gross body” “the living entity” (you/the emerging you as an expression of the Infinite Source) “obtains” a “certain” “type” of sensory organ, organs which “are grouped about the mind”. You are utterly unique, as much as you are also exactly like every other individuated organism out there- you have sensory organs unique to you, taking in experiences that are only yours, and these cultivate your mind across your life (and your mind, it turns out, is eternal)…your life is a blessing, every square inch of it, and there’s a conductor behind the scenes determining largely what to expose you (your mind) to and how…every square inch of it, sunshine…

…and largely what plays out is that the mind is sharpened so as to clearly see, the ultimate task, arguably, within social activity, that bliss/positive quality triumphs over non-existence, the negative, and even the neutral, and “spirituality” is the only reliable institution by which to do as much/the one which can ensure all others also tend to as much…

                Not only are your experiences unique to you, and squarely about your development… as your development is along mysterious lines into a recognized yet wholly ineffable state (to begin to “ef”-it, to put it into words literally births something from nothing, hence to “ef” is to reproduce) of eternality…you realize that the experiences you accumulated in your life, that your life…fully lives on forevermore exactly as it transpired…there is no great washing away or significant re-orientation based on some sort of judgement after the fact…your identity….your friendships…your marriage(s)… these things are in eternity, as are the individuals…as are you… as is total resonance with the way we “be” as humans, even if we do evolve and transcend into some new state beyond our comprehension…maybe we’ll just be comfortable and happy and human?

                No, seriously, maybe for beings it’s at the level of “mind”, through something they learned from their past experiences and that they can only seed through “experience”/phenomena, that we can achieve bliss, and bliss occurs when mind purports/recognizes resonance/oneness with God/All. God, as a social phenomena, is that which nurtures/substantiates life at all moments throughout “time”…bodily it’s the only redemptive or restorative process…in material frameworks every process driving the dynamism of life is but metaphoric for the Transcendent…it’s only through experience in the first place that the tributary can find it’s way back to the river, and this is what experience does; it cultivates the mind which then can seek oneness. By the time we’ve reached adulthood in our societies we have been gifted the tools by which to effectively do as much. It’s the conscious choosing to do as much as an individual, and the taking on of the path/journey… everyone is already subconsciously programming us so as to be there…yet we must choose and labor to arrive nonetheless… we must break down our walls…so as to have the mere potential of truly experiencing the social world.    

                Eternity is not for the afterlife, but is equated with the afterlife, fully. It’s the same as what we regard as “communion” in other contexts. It’s also the nature of every transpiring as it is, and not some thing to be fashioned, as if carved out of wood, even if it really is something to be carved out willfully across time towards certain ends. The recognition of how precious each moment is, how everything, whether lewd or noble seems to ring on forevermore…comes with a certain sense of inherent nobility, and truly brings out the best of us, cutting through the cynicism that fallacy quietly brings on pervasively with its utter inability to look a gift horse in the mouth…to see time as eternity manifest rather than a  vehicle which is driving us there… to see both sides of life as equally God…to see God’s dominion as whole rather than lopsided… to begin to manifest the next echelons of utopia in a concrete and real way in the social world through the labors of your day and age…   

                Life is precious, and while things must be in balance, and to every emotion there is a season, life is persistently precious, and said richness need not nor should not wane to some mysterious fog/cynicism which then really blunts our emotions, as well. A sense of disconnect is not the plight of the masses…nor is it the framework of society/community… for Heaven’s sake, technically your “thoughts” are specific to you, and are beacons transmitted to you personally from the Singular Source of life, a Source which forces us to be unto one another entirely… “disconnect” is a mechanistic/bodily fallacy…”connection” is the reality of it, and unsavory physical and mental health states arise from failing to realize as much, largely. There really is a better. And in this day and age, in which our nation’s systems have been so sharp while the technological age has flourished (thank you “No Child Left Behind”!), said “better” is hilariously, easily within reach.

                Culturally, in regards to simple moves that could be made so as to empower the masses…to enrich our own by giving them a more dynamic cultural compass by which to engage phenomena itself…we merely have to do a better job of teaching Transcendentalism, which is more of an approach to  phenomena than it’s own separate institution/vehicle…meaning that we can apply it to all of our cultural properties on hand, already, and find that it’s already in congruence with artistic intent, in addition to their editorial frameworks, or that, at least, it’s simply applicable to everything and seems to greatly increase what we can yield from any given thing in such a manner that everything seems all that much more fleshed out/alive/well-designed/exciting… and given who’s making this stuff…us…it’s almost like we’re finally fully appreciating the things being made and seeing them through the artist’s eyes rather than consuming them voraciously, without a soul, without close inspection or consideration…    

Like a little nugget of wisdom, an extra gift...if transpiring is eternal in the sense that every transpiring lives on forevermore in at least mind (you)...it's also true that the material existence in which phenomena/transpiring that then is remembered/echoed on forevermore...also lives on forevermore. The institution of transpiring itself is eternal.

It’s the sort of realization which could set Nelson, himself, straight…or, at least, set him free/justify that oft misunderstood love of carnage…