God and Love and Money and Faith

The universe is a conspiracy, and we're all in on it.


"All that is, is metaphor."

Albert Einstein said that, "No problem can be solved with the same level of consciousness that created it."

Perhaps it's time

for a new paradigm.

Want change?

Got hope?

psssst....

C'mere, kid...

Wanna take a look at what's going on back in the kitchen? Fusion is the name of the game if you haven't heard. The ingredients are gathered from the most diverse and exotic locales, tossed together with the unlikely combination of whimsy, history and science, incorporated and intermingled with the aid of time and temperature, and served freely with love. Take a sniff, have a taste, devour a plateful and come back for seconds and dessert or,if you'd rather, tickle your taste buds elsewhere.

Bucky Fuller suggested that love is metaphysical gravity.

There's a rockin' Hendrix tune... y'all have heard it plenty of times. one of the lines goes,

"With the Power

of Soul

Anything is Possible"


Curiously enough the song has two accepted titles: titles:

Power of Soul and Power to Love.

Therefore, the Power of Soul and the Power to Love are one and the same.

Jesus said god is love which means that god is metaphysical gravity.

I think jesus also said, "with god, all things are pssible."

Maybe that's what Jimi was singing about, albeit in a somewhat different cultural context and perspective.

What is gravity? Metaphorically speaking - and, keep in mind that all that is, is metaphor - gravity is a connective force. gravity is the process that "orders" the observed relationships between all the material "stuff" in the universe.

love is the connective force/process that orders the relationship between individuals, the clusters in which they form, as well as our greater relationships with thebiosphere and the universe at large.

Nanotechnology reeks of potential to manipulate material relationships at a quantum level with a new degree of creative freedom found within the accepted "objective" confines and limitations of immutable (yet evolving and expanding) physical law.

I humbly suggest that a new alchemy will emerge from the ongoing, accelerating collective natural evolution of human consciousness that will (metaphorically speaking, of course) illuminate the ovelap between the "spiritual truth" encoded in the symbols and language of mythical and mystical texts and the "physical truth" encoded in the symbols and language of the binary logic underlying our scientific method.

What's the difference between fact and fairy tale, myth and reality? Is "love" more real than the dead gods of civilizations long past? Is it as "real" as, say...... money?

Money's real, isn't it?

Or is it?

I further (tangentially)suggest that our concept of money and our practical daily interaction with said currency is participation in a fairy tale no more believable than the idea that the earth is flat or, better yet, that there's a guy who lives on the North Pole and wears a red suit and commandeers a toy-laden sleigh pulled by flying reindeer.

The value of our currency is backed by nothing more than the "good faith and credit" of the USof A. What does that mean? It means it only exists and has value as long as Uncle Sam is viewed as faithful, credible and capable of honoring future debt. Once that was a reasonable assumption and so, like the flat-earth fairy tale, it served the times well enough. Even after a child comes to the realization that Santa Claus is a mythical character in a vast benevolent conspiracy, that child is often likely to keep the truth to himself and play along with the fairy tale for fear that if he comes clean and exposes the collapse of his faith in the face of reason, the presents will no longer be delivered.

Eventually there comes a time when we must abandon our childish ways, as our new prez has suggested. Maybe that should include abandoning the fairytale belief that our level of personal and collective consumption is not bound our finite resources and finite productivity, that if we merely keep printing and spending and creating greater debt this obvious irresponsible fiscal insanity somehow magically turn into a yellow brick road leading to the Magical Land of economic Stability and Solvency.

So money's a fairy tale, and since I've never had much faith in the "good faith and credit" of the self-serving central banks that control the supply of currency, and I've yet to stuble upon any evidence of an anthropomorphic, omnipotent supernatural patri/matriarch, the only fairy tale left for me at the moment is that of the Power to Love, as it is personally tangible, observable, verifiable, experiential, enduring, potentially infinite, loads of fun to embrace, and full of beauty and color and texture beyond spectrums defined or even imagined.

Thusfar in my fleeting existence, for the whole of my life, the best and worst of times, the fiercest storms and darkest days, the Power to Love has always seen me through. without Exception.



Love is Real. Not Fade Away.

It's a song lyric.

It's a universal spiritual truth.

It's a fairy tale.

Pick your own poison.


Life is short but oh so sweet and I'd rather spend it seeing what I can create with the attractive connective Power to Love as opposed to what I can buy with money or destroy with fear and hate.


Love cannot be taxed, confiscated, stolen, bought or sold. It can only be exchanged freely, but as we become more efficient love machines/vessels/conduits/mindful directors of said Power, we will become aware of its inherent self-generating abundance.


That's my fairy tale, and I'm living it until i decide to do otherwise, which could happen at any time since the tale, like the universe itself, is subject to change.

Sometimes change is smooth and constant, other times chaotic and jerky and neck-snappy. A good thrill ride gives you both and more. So does a sizable sampling of historically popular dance moves. The cozmik deejayz got a stack of discs that we can only imagine, and you never know what might get slipped on the turntable next; today's minuet may become tomorrow's mosh pit without a moment's notice.

Interesting times call for flexibility, adaptability, versatility and endurance.



"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."

I'm currently employed as a Self-certified Professional Weirdo. Like the fairy tale world in which I live (and/or the recipe for intergalactic(Con)fusion Stew) my job description is always under construction and subject to constant fluctuation and mutation. i have shaped my aluminum fedora to resemble whatever headgear might be appropriate for virtual festival organizer/court jester/second-rate stand-up opening act hired to warm up the crowd for the main event. The mayans say I'm a monkey and the Hopi call me coyote. My friends and family have always called me, simply, "Josh." Jester/Prankster/Trickster/Joke(st)er/Josh-er and/or maybe just another silly sentimental Fool, for only a fool bets it all on love. Whoever I am and whatever my function, allow me to formally and humbly invite you to meet me on the dance floor in the Free Metaphysical Market Square, where love is legal tender, change is celebrated and mutation embraced, and the Music Never Stops. Together we will choreograph a poly- rhythmic our own ofdd-metered hyperspacial jitterbug.



peace y'all.