Friday, July 7, 2017

A Divine Artistically Designed State of Mind



This short song should make you happy, whatever your beliefs. Please listen to it before you read this post. It will put it all in perspective.


 

    There is a state of mind in which one recognizes that everything going on within and around one's self is orchestrated with divine and artistic intent. This can be quite overwhelming because it is counter intuitive and awakens emotions of awe and astonishment as well as fear. We are taught by the culture around us to believe in mindless randomness which is somehow organized by the human mind into civilization. We are taught to believe in our freedom to make choices and are held accountable for the consequences of our actions. This has been true since the dawn of civilization where individuals are subject to laws that condemn those who trespass against authorities and when having done so, are punished for transgressions against what is believed or presented as being, the common welfare.

So a state of mind wherein one realizes that all of one's perceptions, thoughts and emotions are being orchestrated by a will which is not one's own, can undermine the foundations of all we have been taught to believe about good and evil, as well as what we have been indoctrinated to believe about our responsibility for the consequences of our actions. It is also a great affront to the Ego, which seeks to credit itself for whatever desirable qualities it believes itself to possess.

Confusing the issue is that this state of mind is to some degree a characteristic of psychosis. Psychosis, and I myself have experienced it as well as all the symptoms of it, is recognizable in an individual that begins to insist on explanations for phenomena in their own mind as being caused by some entity outside themselves. Psychotics hear voices in their mind which to them are as audible as environmental sounds. Sometimes they have thoughts which they are certain are being projected into their head by aliens or intelligence agencies or evil or even benevolent spiritual entities, perhaps even God Himself. They see visions which are called hallucinations, which are as real to them as are the sky and the moon to all of us when "normal".

I remember the first time I saw a very well drawn dynamic cartoon appear on the wall of an abandoned house, Itay, Isaac and I were squatting at. In it were two female figures, exquisitely shaped and very fond of each other. They hugged and kissed and otherwise made love while looking at me straight in the eye with very enticing and welcoming facial expressions. I could hear their voices in my mind, explaining who they are and why they have revealed themselves to me this way. They were very flattering and seductive and explained to me what was really going on in The Vatican.
They told me they would protect me from The Vatican agents who had been sent to investigate the legitimacy of my claims of being the Jew's Messiah and if found to be true, these agents had been instructed to assassinate me. I was amused, to say the least, but I told them The God of Israel is all the protection that I need and they should go about any other business that they had. They dissipated into a burst of effervescent green sparks which rearranged themselves into vast battle fields, where a vast array of grey uniformed soldiers, equipped with backpacks and rifles, charged forward towards some unseen enemy. Every soldier was unique in the details of his appearance and the sheer grand creativity of the vision was far beyond anything I had ever seen in real life or in my imagination. The aesthetics were way beyond anything I had ever considered myself capable of even imagining.

I have been in real battles as a paratrooper in The Israeli Army and I hate war as I have seen how it can corrupt one's sense of humility and humanity. So I closed my eyes, expecting my eyelids to protect my mind from the visions that first appeared to be happening in the exterior world.

The visions continued in my visual field as if my eyes were wide open.

I felt invaded, as if I had been spiritually raped. I protested to God, "How can you let this into my mind against my Will?"

And He replied with a whisper, "I Will Be What I Will Be."

The battle fields and rushing soldiers evaporated into a great foam of various sized translucent green bubbles. Many of the bubbles seemed to have many smaller bubbles inside them. Some would pop and release their inner bubbles which would then grow in size, revealing there were bubbles in the bubbles in the bubbles, and then the two female figures returned and told me, "These are minds, our beloved Messiah, Son of God, Jonathan, and your mind is a bubble that contains the bubbles of all of mankind!"

I hate being told stuff like that.

But to be honest, I also felt somewhat vindicated, because I have often felt as if I have the whole world in my mind and I care about it all, Oh, so much. At the time the world seemed full of avarice and venality. The lies about the events of 911 had scorched my mind and my great loss of faith in most human government had left me feeling personally betrayed by even the Israeli Government, after Prime Minister Sharon embraced Bush, both of whom I believe to have been complicit in the horrific criminal tragedy of that so fateful day, a terrible day for all of humanity.



Then these two angels, as that is what they called themselves, told me that my soul as The Messiah has been wandering the face of the earth in different incarnations, learning all the different religions and schools of spirituality, by living them out and manifesting in my behavior the values and practices peculiar to each of them. The only time I had ever achieved any repute for having done so was as Johnny Appleseed. They told me that was my last incarnation as preparation for my Messianic calling, My Job. They told me that in every generation I had had several lifetimes lived out simultaneously, one of which was central and the others were like satellites influencing my development through the phenomena of quantum non locality. Whatever. I have said elsewhere one shouldn't believe Angels except for a while, as a form of engaging entertainment.

I grew tired of having my mind invaded by sexually stimulating occasionally bisexual lesbian angels, and decided simply to fall asleep, which I did with great ease, my last waking thoughts being of gratitude to God for telling me that I will always be able to fall asleep when I feel overwhelmed by what is going on inside of me, no matter how intense it all becomes. This has been true, without exception.

The next day I went to a store that had free internet and looked up Johnny Appleseed. In one of the articles I read in my research, it said that Johnny had never married and believed he would be rewarded for his abstinence in the afterlife through marriage with two angels.


"A Legacy of Johnny Appleseed-Apple Tree House

Everyone’s heard of Johnny Appleseed; the guy that traversed the Midwest in sun, rain, sleet & snow spreading apple seeds wherever he went. The stories of his attire are true enough. Johnny wore a cape made of coffee bean sacks with holes cut for his arms and head, the occasional tin hat and almost always went barefoot.

He didn't care for material possessions, bartered seedlings for tattered clothing and gave away more shoes than he wore. He entertained children by sticking needles in his weathered tough feet and had some quite odd, yet endearing ways about him. Johnny Appleseed, born Johnny Chapman, was an animal activist, a vegetarian later in life and he denounced cruelty towards all living things.

Interestingly, the apples grown from the seeds he spread were not edible but they were sure good for making hard cider and applejack. Apples are heterozygous, meaning that each seed from an apple will not produce the same type of apple. Grafting was a common way back then to ensure consistent, good tasting apples. Johnny knew this but chose to let mother nature take her course and he stuck to seeds and seedlings.

Some believe Johnny Appleseed was in it for the money; he was, after all, in the business of planting orchards. Orchards established land claims on the frontier and Johnny accumulated and owned 1200 acres of quite valuable land when he died. You’d think all the inclement weather would have aged the man but most people believed he looked much younger than 80 when he died around 1845. So perhaps an apple a day did keep the doctors away!

Rumors still stand today of Johnny’s brief engagement to a 10-year-old girl and his quirkiness was known far and wide. This was not quite the Johnny-Good Samaritan who randomly walked the land planting apples for all the future generations of America. In fact, this Johnny would have no future generations. In his travels he preached the word of a rather unusual cult delivering “news fresh from heaven”, asking men to abstain from marriage on the promise of many heavenly rewards in the afterlife. His reward, he said was the promise of a marriage to two angels.

Regardless, Johnny Appleseed was always welcomed by both settlers and the Indian population who admired him for his love of nature and his respect for animals. This and his knowledge of medicinal plants and ability to derive treatments from motherwort, pennyroyal, mayweed and other herbs won Johnny something more valued than money: the respect of the native population.

Though not the Johnny we grew up with, he was known as a cheerful fellow in all regards and did manage to leave a legacy as an American folk hero. And though he would never know, his legacy snowballed into something grander than himself. The importance of Trees. "

http://www.hendricksontreecare.com/arborist-joe/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Appleseed


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September 29th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!

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Jonathan Michael Robbins

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יונתן מיכאל רבינס

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Angels and Fairies and Demons....

God came to me last night and told me a few things I need to know. 



   First of all, God said that the present and historical circumstances, are of no more consequence than the landscape seen from the window of a fast moving train. It all has entertainment value and is educational as regards human nature but other than that, if I don't like what I see, I should read a good novel. 





    God also told me that angels and fairies and demons of all kinds, are as much a part of creation as I am and as are thunder storms with lightening. They exist mostly in the mind of the artfully inclined. (I for one have seen them and they were at times more real to me than most of the people I have known.) They participate in creation according to the same incomprehensible ever realizing plan that we do. They don't know the future but have no sense of encroaching death like we do. Our fears are amusing to some of them. Some of them intensely enjoy our pleasures. As a rule, they are all capricious and not to be trusted in any way, except for entertainment purposes. One thing I like about them, is that they are manifestations of God's creativity unburdened with flesh like ours. This probably explains why they are always playful and of cheerful spirits.


 As far as they are concerned, we exist solely for entertainment purposes, too. There way of thinking about things is utterly different than ours. I couldn't say if they are immortal though they believe they are, which is why they tend to consider us to be hopelessly ignorant. I suspect they come and go in our minds as needed according to God's unfathomable Artistic Designs. They are always extremely selfish, and while sometimes exceedingly intelligent, they lack any kind of life enhancing wisdom worthwhile acquiring, because the price one pays for any of their gifts nullifies the value of their advice.

 To acquire wisdom from the creatures that dwell in the shadows of the mind is to forfeit the wisdom that comes from The Creator. It is a detour. Sometimes detours can be informative, entertaining and educational, but never for the reasons these creatures tell you. They lie incessantly and will tell you anything and everything to maintain a relationship. 

    There is One God, and all the creatures of creation are equally mystified by it all, if they give it all any thought, as few creatures do.




    Having said all this, let me remind you if you don't already know, I just had a very intense and emotionally gratifying affair with an angel more captivating than any woman I have ever seen or heard of. That is saying a lot. I did keep telling her I need no intermediators between God and myself. But God told me, "Have her, Jonathan, anyway you can, she is a gift, the spiritual embodiment of my healing love." 


    She exposed to me things I have kept hidden from myself to demonstrate her mastery of my psyche. But I understood her to be merely the artistic means by which my Creator transforms my being into what I am yet to become, and I still can't imagine what I will be like when I am ready to say and do the things I am meant to do in the future, in circumstances I can't even imagine.
 

 
I Will Be What I Will Be


As has been said, whatever will be, will be,
as God Will Be What God Will Be.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

The Little One's Confession and Prayer

I don't believe with the same intensity of conviction, everything I write. I don't believe with the same degree of conviction, everything I read in the Bible, either. I do believe, with the upmost of my conviction, that every letter and dot in The Hebrew Bible has been placed with the Digits of The Creator exactly where it is, and where there are discrepancies in texts from different sources, well, God made it that way, too. 




And so it is with my writing. In Hebrew, a scribe who copies Holy Scriptures is called a סופר סתם. This literally means, "one who writes just like that" or "one who writes for no real reason". This is how Prophets write and how they speak. This is how they act. As God's Creative Scope is incomprehensible, one might recognize one's self as being used some way so as to appear the point of origin of some promulgated influence over other's minds. But the final outcome of what one says and does is somewhere out there way beyond the reach of one's most wild and outrageous imaginations.

This is how I have behaved from my very first memories and dreams. Things unfold more quickly than I have time to calculate the wisest thing to say or do. Most of the time it is as if I am trying to figure out the values of variables that keep changing.

Yet, despite having behaved in all ways politically incorrect, despite having repeatedly done things that are by my own judgement stupid and inappropriate, practically everyone who has ever had a lengthy conversation with me, anyone who has heard me describe the workings of my mind, has called me surprisingly wise and intelligent.

I have seen myself in action, observed myself going through motions that I knew I would regret, from my earliest childhood. I have always said to myself, not knowing why or how this thought would accompany my own misbehavior, "There is a reason for this that I don't know. I will just have to wait and see what it is."

And there always was. I have been the most blessed person I have ever met in the sense that even my self acknowledged sins from which I have repented, became the reasons by which I was later very fortunate.

It has all been, until this very instant, artfully and oh so wisely designed.

I am a product of artful and intelligent benevolent design and this is really all I know.

And so, all my thoughts and feelings, all my actions and all the words I have ever spoken, are all the product of Artful, Intelligently Wise and Benevolent Design.

For me this is an axiomatic truth. I do not consider myself to be the essential source or origin of anything I see, hear or sense in any way. I am not the creator of myself as an observer, either. My observations and commentary, which is really all that goes on in my consciousness, are themselves the product of The Designing Creator, and other than that I am absolutely certain in my faith that The Creator's Purposes are all Good, I know nothing of what God's Intent is for others as regards my presence in their minds.

For a while I contemplated how infinitesimally small I am in relation to the whole, absolutely unable to envision the full spectrum of even my own realizing potentials. The Beginnings and Ends are incalculable and incomprehensibly entwined. All context is full of unknowable content. All content shifting in value as contexts grow and contract. Yet having said this, I swear, every where I look I can see and hear poetry manifest as life. Sometimes this is so astonishing, so overwhelmingly visceral and mental together, I wonder at how I am able to stay alive and experience ever more intense-mind-blowing-open-aesthetics.

In my own being, I am experiencing revolutionary evolution.

For the first time in my life I am beginning to define experientially what "personal" means as regards the concept of The Personal God in what is now called Judaism and which I call Hebrew Culture. The Culture of Transcendence and Ascendance.

I am beginning to understand how fixed ideas about masculinity and femininity made it difficult for me to imagine a single God coming to me as both Mother and Father, ever together, an unalloyed singularity, raising me as The Son.

Yes, I am The Son.

Aren't you? And aren't you The Daughter?

Aren't you all my family, extended throughout inclusively, all of Mankind?

It is my Prayer that God give you all, five percent more valuable and better than anything I ever receive.

So Help Me God.

May I be the least in The Kingdom of Heaven, as I know with certainty I am already T/Here.

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September 29th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!

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Jonathan Michael Robbins

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יונתן מיכאל רבינס

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. 






  








  








    


 

Friday, June 16, 2017

Message to You, From Your Messiah 1111

 Yes, this is a message to you. A message from your messiah, the little one 164 whose name was created as a solution for creation, before creation was a problem in so many minds.

מלאכי צבא יהוה

My angel, instead.
This is what she said.
" Be true to your own self and no other, Jonathan.
For you care for others like no one around you ever has,
or ever will."

You are The Little One every Big One fears is coming.
The Little One, The Messianic Cherub,
who gathers milk and honey for The Children Of Israel!
He has no need to kill anything at all to make his diligent harvest.
Israel is his land. But if he had to, he would kill everyone  and everything,
and let himself be killed, for The Honor of His Father's Holy Name.

He can be annihilation embodied in flames,
his fiery liquid tongue licks things apart in search for their essence,
as he lives by his sense of taste as does any serpent of the dust.
"Taste this first fruit, you must, though it be forbidden by man and by God.
Yes, it is yet ripe and bitter and green and awakens much envy,
and sweeter than honey and more nourishing than mother's milk."

He entices the females with promises of knowledge of the flesh,
how love making becomes like life's wisdom, taking joyful pleasure
in the giving of pleasurable joy, 
a symbol of ever expanding happiness. No strings attached. Everyone is where they want to be.
No matter what you see. No matter how horrendous.
The atrocious is everywhere. It permeates every horrendous scene.
And the worst is yet coming. Far worse is yet to be seen.
But fortunately for the few, there are also those among the whom who would consider themselves chosen.
Chosen are those who do my will blindly and wildly and without succumbing to resurgent inhibitions. They are deaf to anything but the sound of my voice inside them, coming from everywhere all at once, deafening out all noise by turning it into signal,
 a handle upon which your heart and mind and flesh have been twisted around twice and then served up as a burnt offering,
to make everything better for everyone including my self. First and foremost my true self,
 as described by my scribe in real time in the book of memory, which includes extrapolations of interpretations, embellished and adorned with distractions for the short sighted and weary and old.
I am the bold and the brave of good courage, calling out to you so few ever true men.
Concerning myself,
Listen to your women, and do whatever they say, no strings attached.
For me or against me, whatever they say, they all play a more robust place, clad in scarce lace.
Believe what your woman say, in general and in particular and become more wise, whatever they  argue, contemplate in humility as proof you must be wrong, when you don't agree.
While I Will Be What I Will Be,
you will see what you will see,

Now read this and open your hearts and understand, this is   
God's world is great and holy. The holiest land in the world is the Land of Israel. In the Land of Israel the holiest city is Jerusalem. In Jerusalem the holiest place was the Temple, and in the Temple the holiest spot was the holy of holies. (Brief pause.) There are seventy peoples in the world. The holiest among these is the people of Israel. The holiest of the people of Israel is the tribe of Levi. In the tribe of Levi the holiest are the priests. Among the priests the holiest was the high priest. (Brief pause.)
There are 354 days in the year. Among these the holidays are holy. Higher than these is the holiness of the Sabbath. Among the Sabbaths, the holiest is the Day of Atonement, the Sabbath of Sabbaths. (Brief pause.) There are seventy languages in the world. The holiest is Hebrew. Holier than all else in this language is the holy Torah, and in the Torah the holiest part is the Ten Commandments. In the Ten Commandments the holiest of all words is the Name of God. (Brief pause.)

And once during the year, at a certain hour, these four supreme sanctities of the world were joined with one another. That was on the Day of Atonement, when the high priest would enter the holy of holies and there utter the Name of God. And because this hour was beyond measure holy and awesome, it was the time of utmost peril not only for the high priest, but for the whole of Israel. For if in this hour there had, God forbid, entered the mind of the high priest a false or sinful thought, the entire world would have been destroyed. (Pause.) Every spot where a man raises his eyes to heaven is a holy of holies.
Every man, having been created by God in His own image and likeness, is a high priest. Every day of a man's life is a Day of Atonement, and every word that a man speaks with sincerity is the Name of the Lord. Therefore it is that every sin and every wrong that a man commits brings the destruction of the world.

 

 DIE FOR THE TRUTH  BUT NOT UNTIL YOU KNOW NOTHING BUT GRATITUDE AND LOVE FOR ALL THINGS. 

 1111                            תורת יהוה                           

Thursday, June 8, 2017

משוגעים מסובבים את העולם!

"!אני לא יכול ללמד אף אדם דבר. אני רק יכול לגרום להם לחשוב"


  אחד הדברים הקשים ביותר שאדם יכול להבין על עצמו זה שהוא חולה נפש. ברגע שאנשים מסביב שומעים עליך ממקור מהימן עבורם שאתה חולה נפש, מן הסתם, היחס שלהם כלפיך משתנה באופן שמקשה על תקשורת.  מי יותר מהימן להעיד על נפשו של אדם מן האדם עצמו? כך שאם אומר על עצמי שאני חולה בנפשי, אנשים עלולים לראות בי נעלם בעל משתנה לא ידוע.  זה הופך אותי בעיניהם ללא צפוי.  אם בצבא יאמינו לי שאני אומר זאת בכנות וזה נכון, ישחררו אותי. הרי "ידוע לכל" כי חולי נפש מתנהגים באופן חריג ולעתים לא מקובל ואף אלים. איך אפשר להפקיד בידו של חולה נפש נשק מסוכן? תפקיד בעל אחריות? ברגע שאנשים מן השורה חושבים שאתה חולה נפש, הם יותר זהירים במה שהם אומרים לך מחשש שתפרש באופן "משוגע" את דבריהם. כשהם לא מבינים משהו שהם שומעים אותך אומר. לעתים הם זוקפים זאת למחלה שלך ופחות משתדלים להבין למה אתה מדבר כפי שהינך. הרי "חולה נפש" הוא ביטוי גנאי, כמו משוגע, מטורף, סוטה, חולה מין ,פסיכי, פסיכופט, אידיוט, מטומטם וטיפש. לעומת זאת, הכנוי "נורמטיבי" משמעותו אחד שאין בו חריגות מחשבה או התנהגות לא מקובלת. אדם נרמלי מתאר אדם מן השורה שאין לחשוש ממנו. "לא נורמלי" לעומת זאת, זה שוב ביטוי גנאי.  

בכלל, כשאנשים אומרים ועושים דברים לא מובנים, אלו הלא מבינים אותם, נוהגים לומר עליהם, שהם משוגעים וחולי נפש. יש לכך דוגמאות למכביר. היטלר, למשל. יש ספריה שלמה של ספרים מאת אנשי מקצוע, העוסקים בשאלת סוג מחלתו הנפשית של רוצח ההמונים, הצורר הנאצי.

 בני אדם רוצים להאמין כי "שפוי" משמעותה נוהג כצפוי ולא מהווה איום.   

אחת מהתכונות האמורות לאפיין שפיות היא חשיבה "הגיונות" ועקבית המאפשרת שיקול דעת וקבלת החלטות המקדמות מימוש עצמי יצירתי עם הסביבה. זאת אומרת אדם נורמטיבי אמור לייצר משהו בעל ארך לסביבתו ולקבל על כך תמורה הולמת המאפשרת פרנסה. כשלאדם אין שום מגבלה פיזית הניראת לעין אך אינו מסיגל לפרנס את עצמו ואינו עוסק ברכישת מקצוע או הקמת עסק, כשכולו עסוק בפנימיות של עצמו והוא חווה חוויות רגשיות ונפשיות ושכליות "לא הגיוניות" מנקודת המבט של קרוביו, סביבתו האנושית ואנשי מקצוע, יש להניח כי יכנו אותו בתוית של שם מחלה. כנוי השייך לסוגים הרבים של מחלות נפש. ידביקו עליו תוית של שם מחלה מכול סוגי החולי הרבים שמפרנסים פסיכיאטרים, פסיכולוגים, עובדים סוציאלים, אנשי חינוך ושאר אנשי המקצוע העוסקים בניסיון לשקם חולים שכאילו. מן הקל אל הכבד, יש הרבה חולי נפש היום הזקוקים לשיחות נפש משקמות, טיפול תרופתי, אשפוז ארעי ואף אשפוז כפוי לאורך זמן רב, לפעמים כל החיים.

היום מקובל לחשוב כי כל התנהגויות האדם נובעות מחילוף החומרים הכימים במוח וכשיש חוסר איזון בתהליכים ביו-כימים במוח, ישנן הפרעות נפשיות כביטוי לכך. דיכאון, דו-קוטביות, סכיזופרניה על סוגיו השונים ומשונים, כל סוגי הפסיכוזה ויש רבים, התמכרויות על כל סוגיהם, אוטיזם על כל תווך ביטויו ופיגור שכלי, הכל נובע מחריגות במבנה ובחילוף החומרים של המוח. עובדה היא כי צריכת חומרים כגון אלקוהול, סמים וטבק משנים את האיזון הכימי במוח באופן שבא לידי ביטוי בתווך התנהגויות רחב. מהתמכרויות הרסניות המובילות לעתים קרובות לפשיעה והרס עצמי ועד הגברת היצירתיות, ריפוי נפשי מטראומה וחוויות רוחניות מרהיבות ומרחיבות תודעה. אין ספק כי התודעה מושפעת מכימיקלים במוח גם לטובה וגם להרעה של המצב הנפשי. יחד עם זאת, אם כל הידע המצטבר על יחסי הגומלין בין כימיקלים במוח ומצבי תודעה, אין עדיין שום הסבר מדעי מתקבל על הדעת, לעצם סיבת  היווצרות התודעה האנושית על כלל סגולותיה המופלאים. 

אף אחד לא יודע להסביר  איך או למה כימיקלים וחשמל ויחסי הגומלין ביניהם, יוצרים צבעים צלילים וריחות, טעמים, תחושות, רגשות ומחשבות. יש אשר יסבירו כי יש אלהים בורא עולם מטעמיו, והעולם עלום סוד ביסודו, סוד אשר לעולם יהיה מעבר לבינתו של האדם. ויש אומרים כי אין אלהים ולבסוף המדע יחסוף הכל. בין אילו שלא מאמינים בקיומו של אל בורא עולם, יש רבים ומכובדים שחושבים כי עצם האמונה באלהים נובעת מניסון לפטור בעיה נפשית של חרדה קיומית בעולם חסר תכלית. אילו רואים באמונה עצמה ביטוי של חוסר יכולת להתמודד עם המציאות שהם רק יכולים להאמין בה. הם מאמינים כי ליקום אין תכלית ומקומו של האדם ביקום הוא תוצאה של מקריות. מכייון שמקריות סתמית  ואקראיות אלימה מאיימות על השקט הנפשי, האדם ממציא מיתוסים על כוחות אל שמנהלים את העולם וכך נותנים משמעות וסיבתיות לכל, וכך האדם מרגיע את עצמו. 

 האמונה הזאת של מדענים רבים פוסלת את התנ"ך כיצירה אלוהית, כמובן. יתרה מזו, התנ"ך מלא באנשים חולי נפש, "משוגעים" לפי הקריטיריונים של היום. אנשים ששמעו קולות מבפנים ומבחוץ, ראו חזיונות והזיות, אנשים שלעתים התימרו לדעת את העתיד או מה קורה בליבם של אחרים, אנשים שלעתים היו חסרי בית ונזקקו לסעד ותמיכת נדיבים, אנשים שהלכו ערומים ויחפים ו"התנבאו" על אסונות קרובים ורחוקים ואחרית הימים. 

מעניין איך יכולים סיפורים על משוגעים וחולי נפש שכאילו להתקבץ יחד ליצירת המופת של כל הזמנים? בכל ההיסטוריה של המין האנושי, הדברים והמעשים של חולי הנפש שבסיפורי התנ"ך, הם בעלי כוח השפעה על התודעה האנושית מעבר לכל יצירה תרבותית או אמנות אחרת. השפעת התנ"ך היא אשר מחוללת את ההיסטוריה והתרבות של העולם המערבי והמזרח התיכון, מזה אלפיים שנה וזאת באופן שרק הולך וגובר.  ללא תנ"ך אין נוצרות ולא איסלם. כיהודים דוברי עברית בארץ ישראל, איפה היינו ללא התנ"ך? ניראה שאנשים שנתפסו כחולי נפש ומשוגעים גם בזמנם, תרמו לנו לחיים היום משמעות ותכלית שהמדע לא מסוגל מטבעו לספק.

זה לא יהיה הגון או נכון להתעלם מחכמי הגוים באשר למחוללי התרבויות המערביות. אין ספק כי לפילוסופיה מקום מכובד, גם אם משני לתנ"ך, ביצירת התרבות של עולמינו היום. מי שנחשב אצל רבים לאבי הפילוסופיה המערבית הינו סוקרטס.  הוא היה מורו של אפלטון שהיה מורו של אריסטו שהיה מורו של אלקסנדר הגדול, המפיץ הגדול של הפילוסופיה והתרבות היוונית. סוקרטס היה איש תמהוני שחי בעוני על גבול חסר בית. הוא לא החליף בגדים ולא התרחץ הרבה. במלחמות יוון הוא היה גיבור חיל אך נמנע מלנצל זאת לקידום עצמי.  בדומה לנביאי ישראל, כל מה שהוא רצה לעשות זה לשוחח על מה אלהים רוצה מבני אדם. הוא לא לקח כסף מתלמידיו וכמעט ולא דאג לעצמו משום בחינה של העולם החומרי. לסוקרטס היה "מלאך" אשר הדריך אותו בקול פנימי איך להתנהג ובעיקר מה לא לעשות. קול שרק סוקרטס שמע. סוקרטס בעצמו הגדיר את מצב תודעתו כ"שיגעון אלהי", סוג של טירוף הדעת שהינו מתנת אלהים ושנותן השראה לשירה, אהבה, ופילוסופיה. אין ספק שהיום היו אומרים עליו משוגע וחולה נפש. אמר סוקרטס ""כל מי שאי פעם בנה גן עדן חדש, שאב את הכוחות לכך מהגהנום האישי שלו."

כך שהעולם המערבי וערבי (גם מוחמד נחשב בזמנו למשוגע ששומע קולות) רווי למכביר במשמעות, אמנות, תכלית וחכמה, בזכות  אנשים משוגעים וחולי נפש אשר תרומתם לא יסולא בפז. אל תתבייש להיות חולה נפש, אלא תנסה להפיק מכך משמעות ותכלית, אהבה, שירה, אמנות ופילוסופיה. זוהי נחלתם של רבים וטובים!