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You and Me and the Devil Makes Three

"Us as fully God, fully devil, fully human: we are the authors of the next chapters of the never-ending story"

...and the devil is saying unto god,  "Why did you make me this guy?"  

The devil, knowing itself to be a creation of god,  is speaking plainly and saying unto it:

  "Why would you make me this powerful, this able, this detailed, this filled with e-motion, desire, darkness and depth, this intelligent, this sexy, and then use me only as an example for what 'not' to be. You would not support my wildest moves- the ones that flip the script on all bullshit paradigms.  Why, would you design this position, hire me for the vile role, and then mount armies to stamp me out. Then leave me, wildly misunderstood, with a pocket full of questions and no funding! 
 
And God says ....           
Yeah, what exactly does god say? 
...

This moment is brought to you by the G A P.  
The G A P that gets filled in reaaallyy fucking fast with hateful memories from the past. A gap filled in with hopeful promises for a better future from scared white people- afraid to feel guilt, or rage, or other 'too scary' emotions. A gap that is dishonored by rote, exhausted answers from states of internalized oppression from folks of color.

An open invitation is too quickly filled in with 10,000 faces of fear, or quick turnarounds that need racks of pharmaceuticals to heal.

Human thinks, (and we pretend we're all alone in these thoughts)   "What if these horrible things they say are true?" I'm actually the devil, the bad guy, the demon.

And because there's no time to waste in our fast paced eat everything world, and because if black kids hit the streets in hoodies they can be shot, before they can say, "be present"   We find evidence,  over and over again that fear is faster than truth.    

 Sssssh's  "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!" We don't do that anymore, shhhhhh

And so, because we can't afford to meet, our offerings become: scrambled egg, copy-cat, top 40 radio, high-rise (where the fuck is Denver??) greedy condo owner, segregated fearful minds of protection and projection. 

Fall into the G A P 

there's a a black hole of possibility....
And in it we find both a request for a pause, and the deep burn of that heavy wait. 
 
Here's a moment where the SUN of god is at the 'cross' roads, and asking VERY interesting questions... 

Knock Knock: Do you have a moment of time for the Lord?  
" Sure! I'm glad you rang,"says the devil- "I have a couple questions"
Why does racism exist?
Why did you make the feminine take the lower place when you made the world?  In all of infinity there were only two fucking options??  
Are you going to apologize for botching the job? Is that so hard to do??
Why the shit would I surrender when you've killed me a thousand times before in your name that doesn't look at all like my people?
 Why have you forsaken me? take this cup away from me, et al.
Ive played your games, for Millenia, and i'm tired!
Would you like to learn my language before making me speak yours? 
  

 ...And God is by and by silent, and the devil is alive.   

And somewhere in this dance,  
The Devil and God, drinking tea,  knowing that they are the same, says to human.  
Now what? 
Human, with new legs, turns up to salute the sun. 
It's up to human.  Scared human, new human, post-quantum, disconnected, overly technologized, drugged- out, crustily waking up and hungry for something real and inspired,  human.  
 

It's up to human to make a choice not to shy away from the questions just around the black hole. 
 We're Auntie em and Dorthy as fuck in the air - in this tornado.  In all these dreams of death we've made. 

We, fully god, fully devil, fully human,  We are the authors of the next chapter of the never-ending story. To write the new books that reflect what we know to be truth of our heart, that can be our legacy. 

The earth has a pace we can trust if we  listen to her. A timing that is more in line with our current desire than the 'forced dick- down- the- throat Chronos' of the past 
  Joining fearlessly to stand in the face of guilt, of doubt, to ask terrifying questions- we experience a network of fearless support that is just under the matrix. 

Thank you for the scaffolding, white jesus.  thank you 'old- world paradigms' for directing our attention so fervently to what we don't want, so we can know what we do. 
When Jesus comes again, she'll be wearing knee-high boots and have 'a tan'

The only single martyr that will die this round is every false belief and script of slavery that keeps us away from our true heart. 
The white- washed prince of peace was a stand- in  (or an early iteration)  for YOU the queen, YOU the king, YOU in your rich beyond the binary selves. 
 

The' second coming' is here. And it's in the awareness the leading edge of experience can be touched with fearless, relaxed attention to what's here, now.  in all its multi-dimensionality. Action that arises from this place is a vote to eliminate hellish futures that are far less than what we know is possible for humanity.  

 It's here, in an Aladdin-like magic carpet invitation that we take each-other's hands, knees bent in ecstasy to an impossibly low level. 
We are full of dignity in our surrender. Our surrender is no more to some leader or guru who is not us.

Not to some demon-ified,  deified or exotified other

This bow is to our own heart,  this is a bow and a thank you to every head and heart ever who fought for equality. 
I see our hearts ahead of time- and in time. 
I see our hearts beating in a new rhythm that is directed by the earth's pulse. 
 And that's what I mean when I say,  Namaste. 

I am in service to the earth's deep sucking and power- It is by her darkness and depth that I  know my body has a voice that betrays the silence of god.  It's tone and sensuality cracks the breast of a phony world wide open. 

Here we are at the end of time, with all the fucks given, all in, and tempting the rest of ourselves to get in the deep end. It's you and me and the devil makes three. 

Stay Awake, my heart, stay awake...  Fall not victim to the lie that you need 'their' protection.  We can stand to feed and live as our new crystal vision. 

 Power as action, as peace, as space, as listening, as body- is our compass.  Get ready,  for it's just the beginning.

You, the alpha and the omega, you the whore of babylon, are the change. 

 

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