Musings
From The Heart
An
Essay A Day For A Year
By
Roe
Day
125 May 4, 2012
Are
You A Goody Or A Baddy?
Hi there reader. How goes?
Are you a good person or a bad person?
Do you believe that there are good people and bad people? Do you believe that you are one of the good
people and that “other” person out there is one of the bad ones? Do you believe that you that tries to go along
with goodness of the heart and the mores and morality of society and religion
are good, but that person over there that has a bad heart and who goes against
everything and everybody and does bad things is bad? This all seems kinda sensical
and understandable, but is it really? Then
there must be some real light and really good people and some real dark and really
bad people? Then there must be many
shades of really gray people, like maybe 57.262 % good on account of being barely on the good side,
and of course the ones that are 51.005% bad, so just over the cut off mark, and
definitely bad. Where exactly do we
decide to incarcerate the baddies and protect the goodies, at 51.6% bad, or
51.7%? Surely the electric chair is for
those baddies that have obviously crested 88.5%, and anything below that should
just be poor treatment and maybe life in prison thrown in just for bad
measure.
Since a lot of people still
believe in primitive, archaic, human based religion, and since those people
believe that some male entity created us, and watches over us, and judges us,
and decides if we deserve heaven or hell when we die, it will be interesting to
examine exactly how “he” decides where to send us poor human souls after our
life here on Earth. Does he use scales? “Sit over there on the left of the scale
Ghandi-soul, let’s see how you weigh in goody or baddy during your life. Wow, light as a feather, good boy
Ghandi-soul, you will go straight to heaven, it is your favorite spicey curry
and sweet chai and independence and peace for India forever and ever in heaven for
you! And you Hitler-soul, you sit over
there on the right on that scale. Wow, you are heavy like howitzer shells, you
broke my goody-baddy scale with your baddy evil, you will go straight to hell, and
no schnitzel or fraulines at all for you, and world domination is never, never
going to be fun for you again in hell!
My mean brother will take care of you!
Does “he” use a goody-baddy
clicky meter, like a Geiger counter for radiation? “Ok there serial murderer, sit right
here”. And the goddy-counter goes nuts
with all the clicking as it is passed across murderer’s black heart, and the
meter reads: SCARY BADDY!. And off goes
sicko to burn in hell forever, and pay for his sins against humanity. “Ok sweety
pie”, a little girl who just died of cancer, “sit right here on Goddy’s
lap!” And just to be fair to all the
goddy-counter is passed across her, and it is silent, with just a pretty
blinking light that flashes: ANGEL – ANGEL – ANGEL. “Ok honey, in heaven there is Mommy and Daddy
waiting for you with ice cream and a whole cart full of brand new dollies!”
Supposedly “he” is
omniscient, he knows all things all the time, so “he” is like Superman with
X-ray vision, and he knows and knew all along that you are 50.000001% good, and
off you go to heaven! Wow, lucky you,
you just barely made it! Decimating the
redwoods as a lifetime lumberjack cost you two points, and cheating on your
wife was 10 whole baddy points, and lots of other secret naughties that almost
brought you fire and brimstone, but it was those 1/10th goody points
that you got for helping old ladies across the street that saved you. Good
thing you did that 10,000 times each month to catch up for all your shitties. How
does “he” feel about sending Barbie to hell at 49.9999% good because she was so
stubborn and refused to confess or regret or reach out to “him” for all her
hottie promiscuities all her life? After
all, Barbie was very popular with the boys. Gee, tough choices for omniscients,
and bad break for Barbie.
Come on everybody. This is
2012, not 10,000 b.c., or the age of warring Romans and Jews that spawn
Christians. We have incredibly advanced
brains, we are very, very loving people, with the healthiest hearts in history.
The 2 to 10,000 year old camp fire stories that have been manipulated to
enslave you with fear and guilt are quickly and easily rejected by kindie-gartners,
since of course kindie-gartners have not been corrupted with silly ideas of original
sin and goody and baddy people, or the subjugation and denigration of Mommy and
all women that pervades the ridiculous “bible”.
You my friend are a NOUN, (a
person, place or thing), and I believe a very good person in heart no matter
who you are. You were conceived as perfect and good, and gestated perfect and
good inside your beautiful Mommy, and born perfect and good. As a noun you are a person, and any and all
persons are perfect and good in Nature, and perfect and good in Love, and if
you have to have “he” to keep your life glued together, you are perfect and
good in your imagined God. No matter what you do, no matter how sick or wrong
or hideous you may think you are, in heart as Nature’s beautiful creature and
Love’s beautiful manifestation, and if you must, God’s perfect and good
creation, you are a noun, and human noun in heart can never be anything but
perfect and beautiful and Love.
The amazing prophet of Love
up there on the cross spoke Love to a handful of Jews , and within a few
thousand years the world shifted on its axis. Wow. But the first time anyone
wrote about this amazing person was more than 60 years after his death. Go ahead and tell me all about your great
grandpa and what you heard around the campfire last night, and all his
miracles. And don’t forget to mention
that the big fish story was actually inspired by God himself so that we
gullible ones will surely believe you. Some manipulative man first wrote that
“he” was the son of God 300 years after he was merely a prophet of Love. I
shudder to think what the campfire stories will say about “him” in another 300
years.
What is clear in your heart and mine, is that
no real prophet of real Love ever spoke of sin, or original sin, or good or bad
in terms of heaven or hell. These are
notions of misuse of power, and misuse of Love, and misuse of ignorant people.
Love does not have scales, and Love does not have goddy counters, Love does not
measure or weigh or see through you, and Love is not power or hierarchy or male
or judgment related in any way. You know
that in your heart, and you know that you are being lied to if anyone is trying
to measure or value or administer or manipulate Love in any way. You are
beautiful and good as a noun, now and forever, no matter what you do or
think. Hitler is always a metaphor for
the most evil man in history, and yet Love knows that he is having loving sweet
tea right now with the purest angel child in history. Heaven and hell are fragile ideas of human
hope and suffering, ideas of fragile humanity needing to control and power over
its search for meaning and truth.
My actions are the VERBS of
my life and yours, and verbs are action words.
Walk, talk, hug, hit, care, hurt, think, act, eat, shit, and die. You and I can have “actions” that are really
stupid, really wrong, really mean, really sick, really foolish, and really
BAD. You can “do” bad, you can “act”
bad, but you cannot BE bad. Be is you as
a noun, and what you just did as an action verb is really, really sad and
regretful and harmful, aka bad, but you as a person remain beautiful and pure
in self and being in heart. Yes there is
a lot of darkness in the world. Look up
into the sky at night and behold 99.9% black, sad, and lonely space. But look up into the sky on a dark night and
you behold the bright twinkling stars of light, and though darkness is
everywhere, one tiny star can illuminate ever corner of the universe. As a matter of fact, when all is lost and
gone, the one tiny candle left lit on Earth by the last one of us hopefuls can
be seen in every corner of the universe. Never, never underestimate Love and
light, and never, never underestimate YOU, for you are Love and light.
So I fucked up, so you blew
it, so Hitler and the serial killer “did” very, very bad things. That is all the more reason for us to Love
you, and them, and bring them home to Love.
That is and was the message of Jesus and all prophets of Love, and your
own heart contains the very same message as Jesus discovered in his own heart,
through great pain and healing. We are
Love embodied, and we do not need external belief systems or power and
manipulation systems to guide us, unless we do not trust our good hearts. I trust your good heart, and I know that what
you did was an action of being in pain, and the same happens to me. My failures to honor the morality of truth and
Love are results of my Nurture, what happened to me, who hurt me, how I was
deprived, and how I try and fulfill my unmet needs, and when I am damaged I am
in pain and tend to damage others and cause pain to others. But I am not bad, and I cannot be bad ever, I
can only “do” bad things because of all the bad things that were done to
me. I am a victim of my sad and
difficult life, and I tend to make large mistakes and hurt other victims with sad
and difficult lives. Love would never
punish a person who has already spent a life in terrible punishment, and if
there is a God, then Hitler received the sweetest, longest, and most loving hug
in history from him, or her, since the notion of a only a male god is
completely ridiculous. In truth Hitler
was a baby in terms of supposed “evil”.
Go and read about the bishops and popes and priests of the church involved
in the crusades and the inquisition if you want to learn about evil acts.
Any and all badness in acts
can be healed with Love. Good noun
persons commit horrible verb acts, because they are in deep pain, and it is not
their fault, and they are innocent, and they are victims, and the shit rolls
downhill as we say. I would like you to
see Hitler at 5 years old, and introduce you to his disgusting Mommy and ogre Daddy,
and hideous family, and hateful school teachers, and cruel policemen and twisted
judges and evil governor and perverted neighbors in Germany during and after
WWI, and I want you to watch how this prodigious prophet, the veritable twin of
Jesus, was treated. And you will see and feel “horrific” with him, and watch a
sweet Love genius turn to acts of sheer pain, and total rebellion, and sad, sad
Love that is deeply hurt. Let’s bring
this little boy into our homes, and let us Love 5 year old Hitler with our
kindness and our compassion, with our tolerance and our value and appreciation
and approval and support of him. Let our good noun selves bathe him in good
verb Love, and we will watch Love sprout and redeem, and watch this beautiful
prodigious boy shift the world on a new axis, and even avoid the cross of
martyrdom which Jesus did not manage to do.
Goodness “is”, and badness
simply “happens”. Since badness can be
loved and healed and redeemed, badness always returns to goodness, since
goodness still is. That means that all
is well everyone, and it means that our hearts are the good core of us, and our
actions are the good and bad result of what happened to us. And this means that
our hearts already know what to do, and better than any imagined god or prophet
that lived 2000 years ago. Good and bad and heaven and hell are ideas of the
mind that the heart does not really need.
No matter what we do we are Love and we are loved, we are good and we
have the choice to do good or not, and this depends simply on the pain that is
obscuring our perfect god-like hearts.
None of us needs forgiveness from any outside source, for we have our
own conscience that guides us, and that is the universal existence of Love,
which is only good.
You are a good person, and
considering all that has happened to you since your womb life, it is amazing
how well you are doing. You are one of
those beautiful far off bright stars that amaze us as we look up into a bleak
and black sky. You and I can act like real jerks, and act like real fools, and
do real stupid and bad shit sometimes, even often times. Its Ok, you know that something is wrong, and
you know that you can fix it and all will be well again. Me too.
The proof is that you are here with me, for I am trying so hard
too. I don’t need to say good luck to
you, for you already know what to do.
Onward we go together. All the
gods, male and female, animal and inanimate, are smiling at us right now, for
they have hugs waiting for us when we die, no matter what we do. Our noun selves are good enough for Love, and
our verb actions just need warm hugs.
See you tomorrow.
yourpersonalmuse@gmx.com
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