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Bullhorns and Bombs Divinely inspired human beings, like Paramahansa Yogananda or Pat Robinson or George Bush or Tom Cruise are a dime a dozen. To make a living, I do a lot of work in churches. I design and install audio video systems for them. I'm willing to bet that all of them consider the appropriation of a new high-def projector and automatic drop down ten foot screen divinely inspired. I'm willing to bet that that the twenty thousand square foot new build church that I'm currently working on with three projectors and three screens and a sound system to rival a small concert hall considers their work divinely inspired. (God also inspired them to get a full size basketball court.) When was the last Grammy award winning country musician you saw who didn't thank god for micro-managing his success? Every street corner in the world from Miami to Baghdad boasts some divinely inspired whack-job with a bullhorn or a bomb. I am not and nor have I ever been divinely inspired. My inspiration has come from one source and one source only: my own existential suffering. So, if you want to be inspired to wake up during this lifetime I suggest you get in touch with this. Not, lost my job, broke up with my boyfriend, it's a rainy-cloudy-crummy day suffering, but existential suffering. You need to reveal the fight-for-survival rawness of your own animal heart. Why reveal? Because your natural feeling heart is already there, it's just that you've numbed it over with years of television, bad diet and shopping. (entertaining over-simplification) You've numbed it over with stuff. Mind stuff. Strip all that stuff away, all the things you do to prevent yourself from feeling and falling into the void of your own existential nature, and you will discover a most marvelous and terrifying thing: Awakening. I'm not saying it's easy, but no divine inspiration is needed, just honesty. Brutal honesty. Bullhorns and bombs not required. |
