The God Effect

I'm not going to lie, today I want to crack on a mo-folker. But that must be my opportunity. To turn that boat around midstream. Even if I get completely ganked (and everything else I can imagine bad happens) it isn't worth wasting a day on. Or even a minute. Same with that guy on the freeway and that bilboard obviously put up by godless children wielding considerable amounts of power.

So instead, I'll choose as my topic the god effect.

The God Effect is the title of a new book by a guy named Brian Clegg (I believe--like any good blogger, why check your sources?). I haven't read it, but that's never stopped me before either. In a sense, folks are too smart now to have to read an entire non-fiction book. They can move pretty slow. Okay, I haven't read anything but the title and back page (and the Amazon blurb). That won't stop me either.

The author claims not to know why he named it The God Effect, but maybe I can help in that regard. His book is about a particle so elemental it's called the god particle. The effect happens to it. He claims he called it The God Effect for dramatic, sales, reasons, but I think it's much bigger than that.

The jist of the effect is that these elemental particles can become so interconnected that even if a connected pair are separated across the galaxy, a change to one registers instantaneously in the other.

I don't believe this is new because I've heard about this before. It seemed clear (instantaneously, btw) when I hear it before that this was how it all worked--god and stuff. Whatever else there is that we can feel, know to be true but can't quite pin down. Humans have been trying to describe this condition for millenia, so let me give it my two cents.

I believe that the universe once existed in a state of relative perfection. Maybe all matter/energy/magic/stuff was one, maybe not. It didn't really matter as it was perfect. No one really cared. It was like lying in a perfect temperature milk bath all day. And never having to sweep or cut your toenails.

Actually it was a lot more than that. Imagine constant, permanent orgasm. Probably non-sexual (why would you have to chase anyone down and worry when they got a bad haircut? And why would the feelings be localized or connected to anything in time or space?). Just chilling (or should I say warming), never even having enough knowledge of separation or want to have any anxiety or doubt about it.

So after forever (time wouldn't have any reason to exist in this condition), it might occur to this big, blissed out sphere of pure warm light (for example), that it knew everything, had everything and loved everything--except imperfection.

Think about it. You're a rich kid (like I was, like most of us are/were) and know you can never realy fail. Even if you really fuck up. You literally couldn't become homeless unless you spent a lot of time and work alienating your friends and family and a lot of time bored making sure you didn't produce anything valuable or amount to anything. Now take it to another level--no matter what you did, your life was perfect. Nothing ever could separate you from your source--from perfect love.

Now imagine you're disembodied (why have a body? it's just maintenance?). And floating along perfectly happy and in perfect harmony with everything that exists. Wouldn't there come a day when you wanted to be tested? Wouldn't there come a day when you wanted to know what else? When you wanted to taste the apple? Wouldn't you want everything?!

And what if, to do this, you had to create a way that you wouldn't be safe for a while(you don't want to be a dilettante or a dabbler do you?)--or at least wouldn't be safe until you had learned what you wanted to learn, at which point you would be endlesssly and permanently safe no matter where or what you were. Wouldn't you create the world? Wouldn't you create a body that needed attention? (Some folks say that we are creating a way to be embodied perfection instead of disembodied perfection, the former being much preferable cuz we can feel stuff and enjoy more certainty--with more oomph! We can feel it! Compare real sex with a supermodel (who is a true joy) to thinking about it and jackin'--or real cheesecake to a perfectly airbrushed photo. Not that I have anything against any of these--models, masturbation, cheesecake or airbrushing--just that I know my preferences in a heartbeat. Actually I don't find many current models very attractive so it'd have to be the woman from Pussycat Dolls with more time and relaxation and less travel than I imagine her and broccoli--now you know me all the way).

Anyway.

To gain this state of perfection PLUS (plus being full knowledge of hangovers, kinky wierd sex, death and decay, wobbly planets, decadent debauchery, and impotence--everything else)--to attain this beyond eternal perfection state, wouldn't you erase all but a hint of your former perfection and explode into perfect shards that would have to walk the ends of the earth to put themselves back together? (Remember, in your perfect state you also have complete faith!!!!! And you know that only love exists and only love can exist--and that it will all be over in the blink of an eye--no matter how many millions are crushed under the wheel, murdered, tortured, raped and maimed, no matter how feverently we will demand (to ourselves) that we (god) have abandon ourtselves and that our true nature is evil, ugliness, death and decay.

Why wouldn't you devote a few million years to learning everything you didn't know. Learning to love imperfection, hate, and shortcomings. Learning about learning--the only thing you've never experienced? You wouldn't be afraid of a stubbed toe would you? Or getting cut from toe to nose and being left to the buzzards? If you knew where you were going once you cried uncle? If you knew what comfort was available to you even on earth if you just dropped all that which you wanted to drop anyway? You've already spent several billion times that long being everything else?

And to truly learn about imperfection--separation, illness, war, loss, mayhem, slopiness, hurt feelings, spilt milk, pain, limited talent, and the like--wouldn't you have to create and believe in time? That things could go away and never come back. or deteriorate. Even though you knew that nothing real ever so much as sneezes, let alone lose a flake of dandruff, let alone go away forever?

And wouldn't you have to create a place where you would have limited time--but almost limitless chances--to become more whole? Where you had other things to do? That seemed very pressing. Where a lack of faith ruled but also hurt like nothing else? Wouldn't you make it take your whole life and require giving it everything you had and then some? Every ouce of everything you could muster? (And then seem easy once it was done). Wouldn't you want it to?

Where union and re-union was like a shot in the arm? And like walking on air when done so well it could be done more often?

Isn't this what you'd do? If you were an all-knowing creative force who believed life into being--and wanted to know even more? Who wanted the one thing he didn't have--experience? Who wanted to not only know but feel? Isn't this what you'd do?

Now, of course, you couldn't really tarnish anything that was pure--so you'd have to establish kind of a set up--some sort of fake boot camp where it looked like the obstacles were real. And the penalties severe. And you'd have to send the recruits in somewhat brainwashed--or at least open, trusting and clear--blank slates. After a generation or two, the drill seargents--believing in their own self-created reality--and the loving mandate of their task--would see that they didn't just happen to grow up loving and purely pure--as their nature would want to. [Cause then they'd just sit down in the middle of the fire or walk in front of a car anyway--and what fun would that be for all those other folks who really, really want to travel and have fires that don't smell like burning flesh? --Which is what we're here to learn--how to be both corporeal (real, with free will) and wield power.]

And being real, exercising your free will and having power is what you want. And who you are. It's what you do. It's your true nature. And when you are living in concert with your true nature you cannot help but be a beacon of that inevitable coming back together that every religion, prophet, and overturned stone talks about. To speed its happening and be it already happened.

And of course the drill seargents come for your ass once you start to bling. That's their job. And it's either you or them that's employed (dammit!). They have their whole life invested in their way of seeing things. And so often when they got serious, when they asserted themselves, we've been ready to back down. To only be happy and loving (and insist upon integrity) when the coffee was good, the sun was out, our bank account was full, we were getting (or going to get) some. (Being happy and loving and in integrity for these reasons are all well within the drill seargeant's mandate, btw. They don't even start drawing a paycheck until true no-reason love comes along. Then they go straight to combat pay.)

And what if the drill seargents so truly loved you that they didn't even care if you were mad for a year, or scarred for a "life"--if it brought you one speck--one iota closer to understanding--to feeling and living as a practical embodiment--of that which you are. And to the reality that you don't need any of that to be happy. (Though you may certainly want it--in which case you'll defiinitely get it. The remaining question being once you get it, how can you be happy having it?)

Or what if they had already tried feeding, clothing and loving your ass every day (for a few generations) and that didn't work? What if they had already given you the time and inspiration to physically do that which you most want to do and you didn't do it. Or did it for a year and a half until the other drill seargeants got annoying and you got tired and pitched it cause you thought you weren't any good? What if they had walked up to you and delivered love for free, or removed vile hatred from your life--and you still didn't get it. What should they do?

How should god reach us? How shoudl we reach us? Should we make it easier or harder on ourselves? Should we coddle us or crack down? Should we make it appear to be darker or appear more peaceful? Give ourselves more creature comforts or start pulling on the pillow under our atrophying butts?

From where I sit (in my mother's basement, thank you very much) (and I do pay rent, pay my bills, cook my food, wash my clothes, clean, mow the lawn, etc, btw).. From where I sit, that's exactly what's happening. Whatever is in front of me today is the exact right thing. That doesn't mean I'm supposed to ignore it or get all worked up, it doesn't mean I'm supposed to be nice or kick it's ass--it doesn't mean anything--except that what I want to learn, to be the person I want to be and to live the life I want to live and to get to the place I want to go (cause I'm definitly not a Buddhist--Oh the places I'll go, my friends) (tho, I'm not really a true Christian either--I know how to sit and enjoy essentially--and believe me I can sit)--and I know somewhere that only by learning all these damn things--everything--and enjoying the process--can I both be here and move to there happily.

This re-unification, this re-membering (forgetting the dis-memberment?) is inevitable. Because the separation never really even happened. But to sit around and wait for it ain't no good. That'll only delay it. And it denies that our nature is holy--and we can live the exact way we want! And to give up our lives to work for its arrival isn't the answer either--cause then we ignore that we are already where we want to be--right now. The answer is right down the freaking middle. [And if you don't believe there's enough room for an entire universe between the left/right, East/West, conservative/liberal, dominant/submissive, control/creative demarkations of this world then my breath is wasted.] Go check out whatever extremes appeal to you (that's what I did)--I'll meet you back in the loving center.

It's both being who we are and doing what we want that we save the world/ourselves. And the action/state of being is a singular thing. It's not either/or it's and/and! (Which is not to say that some of those "yeses" aren't loud and firm "nos".

Our actions are as holy as the rest of this world--as butterflys and hurricanes and baby seals--and to think that we won't be doing something we really, really, really want to do as we get more evolved is freakin' blewey. We'll be doing what we want, where we want, when we want to. As time and desire allow. Or by definition, the world ain't saved!

So what does this have to do with the god effect? The god effect is the practical, scientific tool of us being perfect and somewhere else and here at the same time. There may even be multiple "here's", with different levels of struggle/knowledge/peace/enjoyment. Some new agers think there's another earth we'll beam to when we're ready, but I think we better plan on sticking to this one for a while. Committing to what's right in front of me is the only way I've ever gotten to the next level anyway (even when I was wrong).

We get drunk and spin around here, we knock a vase off the table over there. They don't really care--it doesn't bust their flow--it's still perfectly broken--but we--both here and there--actually wanted those flowers for the few more days they were going to be alive. And really liked that vase. More importantly, we never for a second thought that the boss's rebuke was worth messing up a Friday evening running from. Or worth wasting a Saturday morning recovering from. Or a Sunday evening dreading dealing with. But we also know that going through those feelings is the only way to be a person who doesn't give it much thought. And that that's the only way to be self-employed. or the VP in charge of sales--whichever you like. (Hell, telling the boss how you really feel--when based in fact of course--can be the quickest way to healthy promotion. You could have skipped four years work with the proper five minutes of "feeling your fear and doing it anyway". You can't imagine how tired he is of being in charge all the time. He's literally dying to have somone lead from below him--ignore his authority.)

And both here and there we know that, in the bigger scheme of things, the whole shebang--the entire month of August/job in Kentucky/your forties ain't nothing but a little bitty fleck of plankton--begging us to hose it off our second toe.

On our way to meet our favorite people ever at the world's biggest, best and most beautiful fish fry ever.

Peese!