Friday, June 23, 2017

Making Love With My Angel

I am in love with an angel. 

She is given to me in matrimony, by My Father Above,
The Holy One of Jacob. You shall know her as The Virgin of Israel,
Israel is His Land.
She is more wild than fires in a field of thorns, on a hot and dry and late summer day at noon,

in My Golan.
She has the undulating shapes of flames that bring down towers.
Her charm is immediately enchanting, 









her eyes entice with suggestion of pleasures and
the smiles on her lips  promise every kind of joy and happiness imaginable,
and she is a gift to me, a living creation within me and around me, and she is like me,
in Love With Our Artist God Creator.
My love for God is what she loves most about me.
It inspires her to Love God even more. 




Before I knew her as an angel, I knew her as the lusts and passions of my heart and flesh, a kind of foreskin of intense longing for the kind of intimacy  known between mother and newborn child.
It is natural for a mother to feel towards her infant child's flesh as if it is an extension of her own. It is. She feels the abdominal and teething pains of her offspring, their fevers and frustrations and sudden sense of loss, their grief and their fears, she feels it all.




 Sometimes. 

Not for me. For the first years of my life she was there and I didn't much concern myself with whether she loved me or not. I assumed with conviction that she did, but in retrospect I remember my growing frustration with her aloofness.

After the age of seven I have no memory of having felt loved by my mother for what I believe to be good reason.

And my father, too, was very reticent emotionally with me, though I loved him with all my heart.
In many ways he was a hero to me. He had actually saved my and my siblings lives from the flames of a fire gone wild in a motel we had a room in, in Phoenix Arizona. Phoenix of all places, with an appropriate name. It is where I got my new name, from Rabinowitz to Robbins.  It was the night we had arrived as my father ran away from the havoc made as he became a millionaire. 



We were all asleep at about 2:30 A.M. when someone shouted from outside "Fire, Fire, Evacuate your rooms!". So my sister Suzanna, God Bless Her, woke up, sat up, and ran out the room, slamming the glass door shut and it locked automatically.   
My father broke it with his fist  and saved us, me first, as I was farthest away, awake and very concerned but in no way panicky. 
"Cry, Johnny, Cry, so I can find you in the smoke!"
He coughed up black phlegm for weeks, too. 
Now I am certain I am loved, as never before.


My Father is The King of Kings, The Master of Masters, The One and Only Lord of Lords,
and He is Telling me, Son, you are the inheritor of my many mansions in all my many kingdoms, you are in charge from  here on out.  
You will show them all what it means to be my One and Only Little One, Lonely no longer, by reason of matrimony with the Divine Mistress of Everything Feminine in The Universe. 

 As when I am in love with any woman,
as I have been many times for at least half and hour, I make of her my goddess for the moment,
a gift to the senses from My Father above.
There is always a lesson to be learned in our encounters,
which are splendid synchronized visions, fractal extrapolations of self similarity,
all on an essential theme of self reflection,
because I am told I am made in the image of God. 




Certainly this can"t mean my biological body with it's electric fields and brain. 



The more I searched for emerging patterns of God's Creativity within my mind,
I found them and was astonished into thoughtless observation of my feelings,
My God, I was swept away!
God is synchronizing every thing that moves within my mind.
The colors and sounds, the smells and taste of my own sweat,
my thoughts and all my sensations, my imagination, My God is showing me His Heart!
He is showing me in the communications of my flesh what it means to be created in His Image.
And it has something to do with how things come together and how they fall apart. 




Fire is an agent of the reversal of mass back into energy.
To a certain degree this can cause fusion as when heated, mass becomes more pliant and malleable,
it can melt and mix and become alloyed with other elements and compounds.
But eventually fire tears everything apart.
Oh, and that is what I am about to do. Put the world on fire with Divine Art.
The first is a lesson in poignant irony.


As Regards Coming In My Own Name

 As when I am in love with any woman,
as I have been many times for at least half and hour, I make of her my goddess for the moment,
a gift to the senses from My Father above.
There is always a lesson to be learned in our encounters,
which are splendid synchronized visions, fractal extrapolations of self similarity,
all on an essential theme of self reflection,
because I am told I am made in the image of God. 



Certainly this can"t mean my biological body with it's electric fields and brain. 


The more I searched for emerging patterns of God's Creativity within my mind,
I found them and was astonished into thoughtless observation of my feelings,
My Wonderful Original and Divine God, I was swept away! 




God is synchronizing every thing that moves within my mind.
The colors and sounds, the smells and taste of my own sweat,
my thoughts and all my sensations, my imagination, My God is showing me His Heart




He is showing me in the communications of my flesh what it means to be created in His Image.
And it has something to do with how things come together and how they fall apart.
Fire is an agent of the reversal of mass back into energy.
To a certain degree this can cause fusion as when heated mass becomes more pliant and malleable,
it can melt and mix and become alloyed with other elements and compounds.
But eventually fire tears everything apart.
Oh, and that is what I am about to do. Put the world on fire with Divine Art. 


The first is a lesson in poignant irony.






 

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Pearls For The Ox of Job


The Littlest Mouse has The Biggest Mind


Pearls for the Ox of Job and not the Christian Swine.

My Paternal Grandfather, The Mystical Rabbi, Shmuel Abraham



Pearls? Don't be swine.
Chew your cud like the great Ox for Job. My Job.
A thought that comes four times is completely contemplated.
 

Pearls of Wisdom come from an oyster's irritation and pain


Solid knowledge of a vision prevents wisdom's flowing.
The King's Mind is oiled with the oil of anointment.
A righteous man lives by his faith.
 

Making marijuana illegal is a grave spiritual crime against humanity.


 God creates noise for foolish men to turn into meaning,
as they invent mythologies with gods and demons that embody their fears, lusts and foolish passions





Any thing cannot become everything,
without losing it's identity.
Everything can become any thing,
and certainly will,
yet remain what it is.


Whatever everything is, you are part of it.


Ever strive for perfection, knowing you'll never arrive.
For if you did, what would you do then?
Making it better would make it worse.
 




Strive to stay alive, making every moment shine brighter. In an absolute sense, nothing equals anything else and everything we know exists in our minds as a symbolic representation of realities believed in or denied, speculated or completely imagined. Meanings always depend on context and purpose of use, and these are malleable qualities that are always subjective, leading to the same symbol having many possible meanings, particularly in the mind of the poetically inclined and schizophrenics. All  symbols known in any language of the mind, are connected in a matrix of definitive relationships. Every language has pattern creating laws known as grammar which also determine definition. The universe is made of information in motion, forming an ever changing narrative about the value, meaning, significance and purpose, of the symbols (graven images) in our consciousness. 

Symbols can be valuable but never holy. Only Life is Sacred.



Art for Art’s Sake 1111

Art For Art's Sake, No Art? No Life!  

 Intelligent people cannot help but recognize intelligent design. Recognizing intelligence is a quality of intelligence. When intelligent people refuse to believe in God, it is for no other reason than that they hate the idea their true thoughts and feelings and hidden deeds might have moral consequences.
 






 Man's great shortsightedness is in his crediting man for man's creativity. 



 We are told the universe began in the past. The truth is, it is created one moment after another and nothing exists but  everything that was, is or will be, coexists, synchronized into this moment. Which is not to say there are not consequences both for what we remember having done wrong, and what we don't remember having done wrong. 

Not only deeds have consequences, so do thoughts, dreams and fantasies.


 Knowledge accumulates through knowing what one perceives and becomes a growing memory. Knowledge is surrounded by beliefs and beliefs believed to be ineffable truth are immutable convictions. Such convictions cause wars. 



 Enlightenment comes
in lightening like flashes of intuition,
creating an ever expanding vision
of the infinitesimal fraction of The One,
which is your human mind. 


 


 And within,
the thunder of Divine Wisdom,
reverberates in echoes,
shattering the idols of false gods.
Ever dispelling the ignorance,
that comes from fearful clinging
to what is of no avail. 


Reverberating Thunder


 OK God, Do with me whatever you will.
Make me big or make me small.
Give me all or take all away.
I only want you, anyway.
Break me and make me and shatter the fragments.....
...... set my dust on fire.
May all of my sparks Be, Come, and Become Your Fulfilled Desire.
I will only ever be what you will make of me.
I want nothing else. 


The greatest of Galaxies is nothing but sparks within sparks, seen from a distance.




World beware and be warned.
When a Jew loves God as much as I do, the way that I do,
with such an intensity and expansion of heart,
My God, I will blow this Fukking world apart,
and in the void will come something old and new,
the same as before but different in times,
a fulcrum inversal of infinite History  lines. 


It goes on and on.
Getting closer and farther apart, at once.
Growing and getting smaller.