The Separation between State and Religion

In time we will realize that Democracy is the entitlement of individuals to every right that was in its times alloted to kings. The right to speak and decide, to be treated with decency, to serve and be served by people in a State of “love” that is, to serve with one’s work for the development of ‘life’. To belong to the Kingdom of Human Beings without racial, national, social or academic separations. To love and be loved. To die at the service of the whole and be honored in one’s death, for one’s life and work was legitimately valued. To be graceful and grateful. To have the pride and the humility of being One with the Universe, One with every realm of Existence, One with every living and deceased soul. To treat with dignity and be treated with dignity for One is dignified together with All others and Life itself. To walk the path of compassion, not in the sorrow of guilt but in the pride of being. To take responsability for one’s mistakes and sufferings and stand up again and again like a hero and a heroine and face the struggle that is put at one’s feet and in one’s hands. Millions of people, millions and millions of people might take many generations to realize the consciousness of our humaneness but there is no other dignified path for the human being.

The “work” as I conceive it is psychological and political. Psychology is the connection between the different dimensions within one’s self and Politics is the actualization of that consciousness in our practical lives. Religion is the ceremony that binds the connectedness between the individual and the Universe. The separation between religion, politics and science, the arts and sports is, in the sphere of the social, the reflection of the schizophrenia within the individual and the masses. The dialogue between individuality and the "human" belongs to consciousness. The tendency to develop cults resides in the shortcomings we’are finding in life as it is structured today. “Life” has become the private property of a few priviledged who cannot profit from it because as soon as it is appropriated it stops to be “life” or “life-giving”.

We are all the victims of our own invention and each one is called upon to find solutions. The only problem is believing our selves incapable of finding them. We are now free to use all Systems of knowledge objectively, sharing them without imposing our will on each other. To become objective about our lives means to understand that the institutions that govern its experience are critically important. That we are one with the governments, one with the religious activities that mark its pace, that the arena’s in which we move our bodies and the laboratories in which we explore our possibilities are ALL part and parcel of our own personal responsibility. That WE ARE ONE WITH EACH OTHER AND EVERYTHING AROUND US and acknowledge for ourselves a bond of love in conscious responsibility. That we human beings know ourselves part of each other and are willing and able to act on our behalf for the benefit of each and every individual. That we no longer allow governments, industries, universities or any other institution to run along unchecked by the objective principles of humaneness. That we do not allow gurus to abuse their power or governors to steal the taxes and use them to their personal advantage in detriment of the whole. That we do not allow abuse from anyone anywhere because life is too beautiful to do so and that we are willing to stop the rampant crime with the necessary compassion Conscious knowledge is every individual's right. Conscious action is every individual's duty.

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Sunday 29 November 2009

Elena- Poem- Joy


246. Elena - November 17, 2009 [Edit]

Music!
The music of music
Again
at last!
The wonderful thing about having been numbed for decades in a cult must be un-numbing one’s self again.
Life,
Little by little in every cell,
Dancing!
to old music I loved
Letting it melt the numbness of the body
Moving freely without being conscious of myself
Am I present? NO; NO; NO, I’m not present,
I’m not your present, I belong to myself
My self, my life, my body, my mind, my heart
Not yours, not yours
It’s mine!
Each minute being able to savour the light,
the night
The food just right
not throwing up
And time
to play guitar
And write
And sculpt
with glass
And love
Oh love…
Are you mad because you saved my life?
And being
For no reason
For no purpose
With no aim
Without effort
And sleeping
And dreaming
And living
my life
It’s mine
Just mine
So right
And friends!
Old friends
We laugh
With heart
Old friends
Such a pleasure in recognition
The bodies know each other,
The hearts rest patiently
The minds don’t bother
And man
Oh man!
And sister and brother and father and godfather and aunt and uncle and cousins, they taste so right!
And my daughter, my young blue-eyed daughter just called me and I say to her,
Why didn’t you hit me and shake me and tell me, you dumb ass, get the fuck out of here!
And she laughs! Laughs and says, you sound well mother! You promise you won’t let me do that again without hitting and shaking and pulling me out if you ever see me doing that again? She laughs and tells me what she’s doing: work, work, work in an American State and I say, I’ll have to start hitting and shaking and pulling you out by the hair and she laughs and loves and laughs, my younger daughter who’s only 22, with whom we stopped laughing for a decade!
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