Riffin' On the Post-Swirl Despondency

“That which pervades the entire body you should know to be indestructible. No one is able to destroy that imperishable soul.” 2.17 Bhagavad Gita Contents of the Gita Summarized

To put it simply, “experience” itself is of something which seems to be forever beyond the scope of…experience… As thinking agents of high culture, of eons of great art, we are apt as individuals to blame it on the constraints of the body, and have gotten in the habit of, in the vicinity of religious paradigms, projecting most meaningful experiences of “Source” onto the afterlife, culturally. We regard it, culturally, in a recycled, vapid fashion, as beyond us, as beyond the fallow ways of this insanely perverted thing we’ve strung together under this here flag…whatever that flag entails… didactics are all, everything manifest is rot, and the unglimpsed theoretical is somehow every comforting thing ever.

But, if you really think about it, or get into the experiencing of it… clearly, this isn’t so. What instead seems to be animating us, moment in and moment out, is our hierarchy of needs…which is moreso a hierarchy of desires…but clearly it’s being used not to simply feed self but larger disciplines, in addition to actual others. We are spontaneously animated as such that we are laboring, in ways indirect and mysterious, to tend to one another, entirely.

We are not in utter control of our lives. We are having all sorts of “experiences”, all to the tune of tending to the larger community, of orienting life, which entails all of the individuals alive, effectively with Source. Things like “truth”, “identity”, “belief”, “appetite”…these are but tools in service to the larger institution. It all percolates to soul, everlasting, and its evident dominion over matter to the tune of allowing prayer to resolve effectively, to be answered in a triumphant and reliable fashion, communally, as if propelled by human action (mystery is mystery. Faith is natural in this instance).

The unexpected flip side of it all is that it props up the image of the ideal life through a secular lens. What we have been up to is beautiful, and is…as it should be. What we are establishing is the dominion of emotional sensibility, of the brilliance of longing for romanticized resolves, of longing for the opulence of spirituality manifest in the particulars of our life, to have what we desire, and to have those things be the vehicle of our spiritual maturity moment in and moment, of our personal success,  in addition to the foundation of our capacity for bliss.

Whatever “pervades” our body does not bend to our whim. It is “indestructible”…it is the Source of all destruction, ever… it is a big ol’ Infinity machine and it can dole out virtually any experience to you. “No one is able” to “destroy” that “imperishable soul”. It is the singular anchor in life, is ever present, and “experience” is about fleshing out some sort of meaningful sense of its personality…even though it itself is All. There’s a razor’s edge here between the personal and the impersonal, between the eternal and the void, which can be inflected through the Self here as a “path” through time/one’s life… to the tune of the identity becoming the foundation for an experience of the “eternal”/substance itself [void being masterfully equated by now with “ideal form” or the definition of God as a person], bolstered by the accumulation of life experiences, day in and day out, should you remain lucid along your way…

Which is to say that life is about doing something. It is always a sublime privilege, and extraordinary honor…an unfathomable blessing, moment in and moment out. We are, nearly unconsciously, even to the most keen and active Men and Women of God… actually doing it through some sort of insane mystery. What we are doing is actually…amounting to God in time. We are an expression of. It flows through our cells in all happenings, with every breath, every passing second…

To have a body/life is to do enough serious spiritual work to make Mother Theresa blush. Then again, I suppose those saints always knew something in the first place, to be behaving as such… persistent, unconditional service…      

Anyways, nothing is beyond the actualized individual. The whole conceivable spectrum will forever just be a projection of the very thinking mind within which it originated, and dynamism is some sort of spontaneously occurring cosmic puzzle game which appeases the big Deity as such that we can continue having societies, and lives, and things… the real point is that you truly may be entitled to compensation. As in, glory/pride/style points. We have greatly exaggerated the territory of “loser” to equating it with difficult bodily experiences which we then all started mysteriously having, and blamed on the quality of store-bought breads.

To be blunt, depending on how you self-motivate, in addition to define “loser”, you very possibly are…a loser, but that simply is like a transitory trip through time, man. Losers do loser things…like over consume mountain dew because they’re using it as a painkiller, and ideate over-portioning corporate pizza. It’s ultimately a social pattern, and I’d like to think it’s the sort of story that addresses its own root causes, by way of the audience. Because that’s how audiences work, we go out after the fact as freely acting agents in a capitalist system and we use our capital to ensure that our hearts don’t die. Collectively.   

I digress. Concepts eat themselves until all that’s left is respect/love. Unfortunately, this typically amounts to smeared mascara and defeated turns to sweat pants more than it does the trappings of high society when it plays out as a social pattern so idk maybe that’s some sort of inherent commentary on the class divide or something. Create notions of social others, the idea of losers, mysteriously fall into that camp yourself just a short time later, and before too long you feel restored in regards to the “common touch”. Pain. That touch, apparently, is pain.

Maybe we’re all just running away from the grey? It all just keeps creeping back in pervasively…

And this entire time, in both the philosophical and the comedic, the labor and the play, tending perfectly to creation, as we do. Somehow, someway. And sowing the seeds of all of this social chaos, too…all of this fear, and genuine suffering….which then becomes real, and seems to ultimately be in service to the institution of life itself, at the expense of individuals we care about…it’s a dizzying thing, life. The only control we have is…total. The only way to do it methodically is through “oneness”, which is what all spiritual practitioners throughout all of history have been seeking to do, for their own reasons.

Some will live lives in which the human will plays God. Most will live the near total antithesis, each camp struggling to sense just how the other side could possibly be seeing things. But all roads, inevitably, are leading to a single pole, singular,  language exists for a reason, and culture is towards a progressive purpose…

On the wind 💨