This piece is a diatribe against lackadaisical existence.
The unfounded part of Reality blooming, pouring through all your pores, is what C. S. Lewis called being surprised by joy. The BIG surprise is that joy always arises out of NOTHING, and it comes upon you out of apparently commonplace instances. Every moment opens upon divine Love’s awe-full intensity. Every moment visits unfounded ecstasy upon anyone willing to resonate in THAT portal of Great Great Silence. THAT communion bears nothing in common with such singsong human hope like Lennonesque “Give Peace a Chance.” THAT communion goes all the Way in the Way as the Way NOW.
Timeless, selfless, encouraged. THAT’s how to face the music’s beginningless effulgence. Abundant Life’s pricelessly rewarding Presence gilds your rainbow’s end as your unfounded ecstasy sounds mysterious chords in One accord.
Dullard Life: What a Waste
Name-calling aside, only spiritual dullards content themselves with their ignorance of ultimate spiritual communion each and every moment. Happy-go-lucky, they flutter about like a thief in the day. They steal Soul gifts out of conscious energetics, plunking them right into the mouths of the gluttonous ghouls that have been hypnotizing them for centuries, even for millennia. (Don’t you dare bother ruffling your feathers here. It’s Lloydy boy I’m talking about.)
Emergence out of light’s timely cocoon renders consciousness intimately aware of the blissful ecstasy pervading it just that silly millimeter beyond the fallen estate veil. People like me need continual reminders of ecstatic Presence because, for thousands of years, we have adumbrated our everyday life. Our habits plaster over the One’s blissful cascade with patinas that saddle lazy bones with lies of ignorance upon our commonplace meanderings. Most of our encounters appear to be uneventful affairs that sap the vibrancy from our color palette. We find ourselves content to consign ecstatic vibrancy to some future in heaven. BAH! Humbug!
You’re Never Going to Heaven
Fools look forward to a blissful heaven world; yet, they’re meant to imbibe THAT right here on Earth. Cajoling ignorance, they blah themselves through their everyday tasks with a nonchalance approximating sleepy time death. Then, when their current embodiment really ends, the instance of the One who “arrives” in heaven, is not the phantom creature that roamed about, terra-fied, on one planet or another. THAT instance is the Real, mysterious Ghost, which never leaves nowhere and never arrives anywhere. It simply continues its workanight job plotting its next evolutionary course.
Realize heaven in this moment as Your vibrant, Living I AM Presence NOW. Make headway and heartway along the Spiritual homeward Path by reminding yourself often to resonate with the infinite oomph THAT I AM.
You Are a Light Generating Station
Ignoring your immanent Reality doesn’t just deprive you of bliss. It saddles a thief with the need to return to the scene of the crime to make things right. You are a light generating station down here. It’s incumbent upon you to keep the turbines running. Your hearty light generator keeps the power flowing.
You know how the electric company will turn off your power if you don’t pay the bill. Same’s true for planets. Earth and her evolutions need to generate enough light to justify themselves. TANSTAAFL is a cosmic concept. This is borne out by the story of Sanat Kumara coming to Earth a LONG time ago, when she was scheduled for dissolution owing to her lack of light.
Wallop Yourself out of 4D
Unfounded ecstasy can really pack a wallop. It can smack you clear out of your 4D, self-made prison, each commonplace moment by moment. Yes, yes, yes…break down those hard-and-fast bars and walk away free.
Annie Dillard encourages you to adopt Life’s infinite intensity as your everyday, everywhere Church. She once wrote that if people had more belief, they’d wear crash helmets when attending church, and lash themselves to the pews.
Melting the Elements
Your unfounded ecstasy raises your consciousness to a base frequency that melts the elements and merges you in Ma’s liberating embrace. And you don’t need to wait on THAT for some epiphany or darshan with your fav idol. You can BE as lickety-split about it as Irish foreplay: “Brace yourself, Molly.” THAT infinitely mysterious merge will have you Overcoming Rigid God: Aghast, Seeing Ma.
Ramakrishna was well known for spontaneously rocketing into unfounded ecstasy. So overcome with his intimate contact with Ma’s Presence, he would bless All in prolonged periods of Samadhi. Ma’s kiss everywhere/anywhere surprising him with Her joy would wholly disengage him from relationship realm, leaving him root and branch unable to engage fallen-estate phantasmagoria.
If you have business to attend to, you may find such occurrences, shall we say, a bit inconvenient. Perhaps, you may think that such fancy flights are fine for a “holy man.” You may think that bouts of such unreliability are not fit for entries upon a worker bee’s curriculum vitae. Yet, uncontrollable, blissful awakenings are actually a sign that Management is “kicking you upstairs” to a higher realm of world service.
Our only Real product on Earth is the shining that accelerates when unfounded ecstasy removes our personally filtering mental bushels that subconsciously shroud the One’s lightsome Presence. Anchoring bliss here/NOW at Ma’s electric, infinitely mysterious touch impels a timely instant (like you) upon the spiritual Path much more effectively than mere mental revelations.
Explosive/implosive instants interpenetrating your mentality herald BEING in the space-time arena. Such punctuation of your Word’s embroidering yarn brings many a gratifying ah-ha to those sharing your Life’s book.
Unfounded ecstasy’s Way, Truth and Life
Unfounded ecstasy’s Way caresses Ma. Unfounded ecstasy‘s Truth interpenetrates Ma. Unfounded ecstasy’s Life unspeakably gratifies Ma. THAT Way-Truth-Life gold-stars THE Man’s Causal Body. It pins mystery’s gold star upon Soul’s radiantly treasured spheres as “job well done.” That light you see in a spiritual person’s eyes signals THAT celebrated victory in the secret place of the Most High. How ironic that the most intimate communion consciousness can manage broadcasts so publicly to convey Ma’s mystery to all who have eyes to see.
Unfounded ecstasy’s alchemical translation, from apparently hard forms to absently Beautiful Presence, signals the One’s figure-eight flow. Figure-eight because the I AM Presence paradoxically “touches” consciousness through the mediator, Christ, aka Higher Self. Thus, THAT is the nexus where Presence and consciousness alchemically “meet.” THAT Christ/Soul union IS the I AM Presence in evolutionary mode.
Christ—the open door that can’t be shut—proffers THAT opportunity. Consciousness births and treasures THAT zingy, victorious Soul bloom. Christ/Soul union, mirroring THAT of twin flaming Presence, evolves infinite mystery’s paradoxically inseparable uniduo.
THAT is your Great Service
THAT is why you are here NOW. THAT heralds and enjoys you. THAT turns far-fetched worlds every moment. Embrace THAT Great Service. Love THAT Great Service. Cherish THAT Great Service. Sing THAT Great Service. Survive THAT Great Service.
Let Your Love Angle Leave You Flummoxed
Remember, in Part Five of this Subtlety series, I mentioned how a good screenplay is likely to incorporate a love angle. That also applies to your dryasdust encounters. If you ever find yourself bored or just cruising along pizazzless, you have only to appeal to your own feminine twin flame to perk up your generative-silver screen. You may just find yourself flummoxed, overcoming rigid God; aghast, seeing Ma.
Ascent of Mount Carmel
This piece is actually an excuse for me to share with you the sexiest, most titillating scene in all the literature I’ve feasted upon. It is so potently erotic that it converts every letter of my Word’s plenum to mush. Its every nuance is utterly unable to stand out beyond the One’s Presence.
To the degree that you are able to let go of your nagging self, you will find that as you read Saint John of the Cross’s “The Ascent of Mount Carmel,” you’ll fulfill your amicability like all the teenyboppers at the prom put together. Your twin flame magnet’s feminine pull will leave your masculine power pusher so completely undone that He’ll succumb to the incontestable conclusion: She’s the cutest little thing He could ever tarry to tingle with. That merging will leave “you” satisfied beyond 4D belief. So engage yourself. Profoundly poignant, swoon to this lifelong heavenly marriage:
On a dark night,
Kindled in love with yearnings
— oh, happy chance! —
I went forth without being observed,
My house being now at rest.
In darkness and secure,
By the secret ladder, disguised
— oh, happy chance! —
In darkness and in concealment,
My house being now at rest.
In the happy night,
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart.
This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday,
To the place where he (well I knew who!)
was awaiting me –
A place where none appeared.
Oh, night that guided me,
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved!
‘pon my flowery breast,
Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him,
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.
The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.
I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.
I reckon you’ve probably read that before. Now you’ve read it again. NOW go back and read it forever. Immersing yourself therein can give you your everlasting unfounded ecstasy. Theologians have written long commentaries on this Ascent to stamp their mindset upon their readers. I just want you to blow your mind. I want you to cuddle in and as the One, no más.
The Great Unknowing
One of my favorite images in John’s Ascent is: “With his gentle hand he wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended. I remained, lost in oblivion.” Wounding your neck, disconnects you from heady, rigid-God’s maya of false conception. Like Mother Mary, you assume your hearty heaven world. In oblivion, having lost “you,” You find yourSelf, up and doing in the Great Unknowing.
The time for going along to get along with phantoms is long past. The entire spiritual Hierarchy is finding its unfounded ecstasy. Are You? NOW is at the ready for warriors of the spirit to BE here on Earth.
 There Ain’t No Such Thing As A Free Lunch.
 Referenced by Ted Chiang in his book Stories of Your Life and Others (New York: Vintage Books, 2002), p. 280.
 E. Allison Peers, trans., third revised edition, from the critical edition of P. Silverio de Santa Teresa, C.D., Saint John of the Cross, Ascent of Mount Carmel, 1952.