It is this, a.k.a The Golden Rule - yes, that corny kindergarten concept:
DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOU.
Not uber glam, but sooo handy, like make-up, powder and cover-up all in one sleek compact! And instantaneous, you just DO it. No seminars in Costa Rica, yoga, DMT ‘Intentions’, ‘Aggreements’, or kooky slut outfits are necessary. You can, however, accessorize it any way you want – with Buddhism, Christianity, Drum Circles, Paganism, Foot Worship - whatever rocks your clock - to make your own, personal fashion statement.
Now: This season (i.e. all seasons, as time is simultaneous) you simply MUST have this core staple one-size-fits-all Fashion ‘Do’ in your Spiritual Wardrobe. Without it, really, all the chanting and gongs and Kabballah and “Community” and Relationships With Jesus are nada, null and void. Without it, they’re just veneers that need lighting; sit-com sets.
Granted, the idea of a “Process” to Get To The Spirit is a lot more fun’n’sexy. Yoga class, for instance – hot little outfits, hot little teachers with vacuum packed genitalia, bodies streaming sweat pearls tweaked in nasty positions, sunset beach classes, spinal electricity – FUCK, yeah; awesome.
But spiritual methods are like training wheels; eventually you’ve got to take them off, show your white ass to the All, rise up and ride the fucking bike yourself.
Some view Spirituality as a competitive sport (“You merged with God? Fuck, I didn’t. What exactly did you take?”) I think of those old county fairs where men swung a mallet on a plate, and if they were strong enough, a metal slug flew up and rang a bell.
‘Enlightenment’ is not supposed to be a goal; it’s a by-product. Reaching God in and of itself… I think that’s the wrong ‘brag’; that part’s easy.
God/Spirit/All is accessible everywhere. Think of it like meeting Johnny Depp (or whoever.) He’ll smile and shake your hand… but that doesn’t mean he wants to fuck you.
You’ve got to fill that metaphorical breast tissue with the silicone of selflessness, generosity, sacrifice, character and substance. To paraphrase John F. Kennedy, “Ask not how The Spirit’s light in others can serve you… but how you can serve others in the light of The Spirit.”
DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOU.
Not uber glam, but sooo handy, like make-up, powder and cover-up all in one sleek compact! And instantaneous, you just DO it. No seminars in Costa Rica, yoga, DMT ‘Intentions’, ‘Aggreements’, or kooky slut outfits are necessary. You can, however, accessorize it any way you want – with Buddhism, Christianity, Drum Circles, Paganism, Foot Worship - whatever rocks your clock - to make your own, personal fashion statement.
Now: This season (i.e. all seasons, as time is simultaneous) you simply MUST have this core staple one-size-fits-all Fashion ‘Do’ in your Spiritual Wardrobe. Without it, really, all the chanting and gongs and Kabballah and “Community” and Relationships With Jesus are nada, null and void. Without it, they’re just veneers that need lighting; sit-com sets.
Granted, the idea of a “Process” to Get To The Spirit is a lot more fun’n’sexy. Yoga class, for instance – hot little outfits, hot little teachers with vacuum packed genitalia, bodies streaming sweat pearls tweaked in nasty positions, sunset beach classes, spinal electricity – FUCK, yeah; awesome.
But spiritual methods are like training wheels; eventually you’ve got to take them off, show your white ass to the All, rise up and ride the fucking bike yourself.
Some view Spirituality as a competitive sport (“You merged with God? Fuck, I didn’t. What exactly did you take?”) I think of those old county fairs where men swung a mallet on a plate, and if they were strong enough, a metal slug flew up and rang a bell.
‘Enlightenment’ is not supposed to be a goal; it’s a by-product. Reaching God in and of itself… I think that’s the wrong ‘brag’; that part’s easy.
God/Spirit/All is accessible everywhere. Think of it like meeting Johnny Depp (or whoever.) He’ll smile and shake your hand… but that doesn’t mean he wants to fuck you.
You’ve got to fill that metaphorical breast tissue with the silicone of selflessness, generosity, sacrifice, character and substance. To paraphrase John F. Kennedy, “Ask not how The Spirit’s light in others can serve you… but how you can serve others in the light of The Spirit.”
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