Sunday Notes

A couple of great things:

One, Mother Theresa, bless her heart..

They had an article about her writings in the paper today. They were often dark and lonely. She seemed to care little for what she was doing and often felt like Jesus/God had forsaken her.

From what I can tell, the whole Christian/Liberal thing of "giving of yourself" is backwards and leads directly away from the type of warm fuzzies that folks claim it brings.

If the universe is a unified field--and scientists and spiritualists alike now have more reason than ever to believe that it is--then this type of giving is not only unnecessary but counterproductive.

The universe is an ultimately full and loving place--then what do we need to give? Isn't giving just insisting that some lack exists somewhere?

Do it if you want to, of course, but consumption--taking--gets an entirely bad rap.

If the world is a great and abundant place, then taking is our natural relationship with god/the world/etc.

This is the Judeo/Christian deep dark secret--likely the one that arose when Peter squashed Mary Magdalene's involvement with Jesus and insisted on a church that resembled some sort of male fraternity.

With no sex.

The holy grail--that many men seek their whole lives looking for--is literally a woman.

And a woman's sex. It's all there in The Da Vinci Code--the upside down v is male--a phallus--the regular v is pussy. We don't have any sort of beautific term for it.

The church is missing women--and even more obviously, sex.

Fucking.

Fucking is holy.

Communion.

And an entirely new world follows from that.

One that looks almost exactly opposite from the one we have.

Or just like the one we have but with appearance following feel at every turn.

Two..

And somewhat related..

An article about a couple in bed talking to different people on their iPhones. The wife sent a friend a text message to have the friend to tell her husband to hang up and talk to her.

It made me realize that people can't see White Gold because it's invisible. You have to want to feel it. Feel something.

And the demand is growing--constantly and quickly--but the love of mediation is strong.

White Gold--and my book The Love Artist is the first unmediated mass media.

Which means it threatens every single value this couple lying in bed have.

At least all the ones they practice.

My question--why the fuck weren't they fucking?

Why weren't they doing what they really, really wanted to do?

Because it's unmediated? Permanently?

Is that the appeal of porn? That no matter how fake the titties or the moans and grunts, that you can't ultimately make fucking a fake experience?

That you can't mediate it?

Can't erase the feel from it?

Even with the heaviest editing?

I'd like you to consider something..

just consider it.

For the next week or so.

What if our "proper", most desired, ultimate relationship with the universe was that of fucking?

What if that was how everything was supposed to feeel?

And regular fucking was the church in which we learned that?

And remember, I'm not some State College crackpot or drop out weirdo.

My credentials are impeccable--

I went to high price colleges and come from good stock.

A WASP of the highest order.

Who was supposed to go into non-profit and be nice forever.

I don't even smoke or drink.

Or eat sugar for that matter.

And what I'm coming to understand, is that it's supposed to always feel like fucking.

Bliss.

And that it starts to stop when you start thinking--when you stop feeling and get interested in production.

Production isn't a sin, of course. Exhaling, elimination and the like all have their place.

But it's a last resort.

The universe rewards those who can consume longest. Can drink in the wonder and magic all around us.

Can fuck forever.

But you've got to want to.

And it can only be done in the moment--with faith.

The future, schedules and plans--and giving--will only make you blow your wad.

Or, even worse, live limp..

When people are interested, White Gold exists.

And folks probably don't realize that the whole worrld will be re-evaluating their values from the absolute bottom up, or even think that they have time to do so..

Certainly the couple in bed doesn't think so (though their daughter tells them "Phone, No" or something similar repeatedly).

But they will. I can guarantee it.

Why?

Not because I say so--butt because it's what they want.

More than anything.

Even though they can't put down their phones.

The bottom line is that they think themselves worthless unless they are being mediated. Because that's what they've been ttold.

And--even more shocking--they believe that they can't afford to have sex.

Aren't worth having pleasure.

And that if they did even--something bad might happen to them.

When, of course, the opposite is true.

And this disparity, this disconnection--this disassociation from ourselves--only exists as long as they are afraid of consuming pleasure in the present..

And producing pain in the future.