Monday, March 9, 2009
brains fart and thought-trains derail into misty meadows of mixed metaphor.
so the story goes, and so my faithful and or faithless sisbrahthren, my revelations/alumination and ongoing transmutation have given birth to MANTIS: The Religion.
Now don' get mad, no don. get mad, as Jimi Said as he ejaculated lighter fuel upon his axe...
I know how summa y'all feel/reel abour re-LIJ-un, and I share your sentiments.
All the more reason to embrace MANTIS, for it is both THE religion and the Anti-religion.
And so I struggled hard with whether to pull the trigger on the launch or pull the carpet out from beneath myself and do a backflip/faceplant no points for THAT landing which is why i chose the former and why I have since come to spread the news on this scaly, scrolling blogosaurus skin.
language equals limitation that leads to misunderstanding.
All religions - Nayyyy, sez mister Ed, all belief systems/reality tunnels - are derivative, subjective, finite representations of the infinite.
I'm not here to start a holy war, but rather start and stir a heady pot of holy peas bewitchu stew.
hop into my hot tub and let your essence be infused into the cosmic broth.
all flavors are welcome here. bask in my robbins.
why MANTIS, though?
Chart the flow>
We need words and symbols we can count on that are as reliable and universal as are our (r/r) fingers and toes.
Let us begin our journey from a point of common ground. It's there at our feet, just not everywhere. Watch your step/step lightly, the labial lips of language lead to a slippery slope that slides deep into the cunnilingual chasm of chaotic ambiguity and once you're there you never want to be anyplace else.
arithmetic is common ground. we count on its omniscience and consistency to tell us the time, our weight and our value as measured by bank balance.
let's start with mathematical simplicity, the properties of equality: transitive, reflexive and symmetric.
Reflexive Property a = a
Symmetric Property If a = b then b = a.
Transitive Property If a = b and b = c then a = c.
Music is music.
"Music is Love."
david crosby speaks the truth
Love is Real
(so does buddy Holly.)
God is Love.
jesus said it, not sure what he meant but i'll buy it for the time being.
MANTIS is music.
see for yourself:
Therefore, MANTIS IS GOD.
MANTIS also equates to "prophet" in the logos of the ancient Greeks.
There you have as solid a foundation for any belief system you'll ever imagine.
You are free to believe or disbelieve as you Will.
Mantis does not punish the non-believer, the blasphemer, or the doubting Thomas dolby's who've been blinded by science seriousness or sensibility.
MANTIS has but one rule: "you do what you want - whatever!" (merely activate the Power to Love to fuel all you do)
MANTIS is all inclusive; all are welcome in the White Light of divine alumination
MANTIS is the Master who puts the greenness in the grass. MANTIS is the sensational, aluminational, transmutational power to love WITHIN that fuels the evolution of perception and chips the sleepy snotty caked crust from the corner of our Third Eye.
MANTIS is the grinning cheshire cat; the teacher who naps neath hir invisibility cloak until the student pops the question.
MANTIS is a self-replicating rawk and roll revival tent roadshow traveling snake oil caravan and clown cabal circus parade of overindulgent aluminated idiocy and if you missed the last garbage scow express just get in the van and go.
The Universe is all there is by definition, once again, and by observation the universe is an evolving, mutating process-ion that iterates similarity across scale, across space, across history and across the barriers of language and other dualistic delusionary dichotomies. If the universe is everything, than everyting is real and nothing is forbidden and if my nonsensical religion originated here in this universe it is a part of this here universe and is therefore a manifestation, iteration, nano-replication of the universe itself and is therefore REAL and TRUE and ABSOLUTE and UNDENIAABLE. Ive never seen a bush burn or a waterwalker but I've seen the MANTIS pray and the manna fall from the heavens with grace and abundance.
Don't believe me. believe your ears. Don't listen to me. Listen to MANTIS. Don't follow me, follow the music.
MANTIS is the ONE that brung us to the hoedown.
MANTIS is the metaphysical gravity that keeps our pardners from flying off into a black hole void when we swing em round and round without reservation.
MANTIS IS ALL THIS AND MANTIS IS MORE THAN THAT.
but that's enough from me for now.
I'll see you in church (if you sit by the window)
I'll see you at the show if you've no place else to go. til next time happy trails,
and lentil spray for a brighter day.