Jesus Increased in Wisdom

The Gospel of Luke 2:52

The New Living Translation: “Jesus grew in wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and all the people.”

I am still hopeful when I think of Jesus Christ. Most of my thoughts of Jesus are of an event and wonder. How did it happen? No! It did happen. 2000 years later it still happens! What power is that but of God?

A great enthusiasm lives in me. I have always been interested God, in creating authority – Authoring. I believe that Jesus was the greatest author that ever lived. I haven’t been told otherwise. I know of Plato, who authored himself and Socrates – there are many others. I know of Gandhi and MLK who are known by many people and regarded as saints as far as secular culture will allow. I am aware of Albert Einstein, James Clark Maxwell – great physicists – even the contemporary pioneers Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, and the few technological giants whose legacy will surely be written on the walls of humanity. Surely God’s light shone through some more than others and we count these few humans within the realm of inspired. Inspirations trace their outline on the hearts and material of our kind; carved from nature we live and grow approximate with God. In a world where every power is a power, every life an expression of holy value, I cannot tear myself from the thoughts of Jesus. For all my study, my Christianity is beyond cliche and it remains…

A power I imagine Jesus feel in love with was conscious telepathy. The power of telepathy increases with consciousness, consciousness increases with study and relational experience. My experience with telepathy is regular. It increases between those persons where love flows. Ask yourself who you love more than any other and there you will know telepathy. The degrees vary, like any power, but as you increase your capacity to love, to become one with any person, your telepathic powers increase. Our humanity is a clouded complex of interior motives, the barriers to psychic communications are extremely foggy with most. When I’m at my best, especially during mediation, I can intentionally build conversation with someone I love. Asking if they knew about the conversation would be silly. They would not know anything save the subtle feeling of conscious resonance the conversation unfolded – indeed this connection constitutes the conversation in the first place. This form of telepathy is an intentional form of the same experience when you have conversations with others in your minds eye. The practice here would be noticing the difference between conjuring visions verses receiving them and the feelings that come with the visions, anger, resentments, or love, inspiration, etc. Words are often difficult and slow compared with feelings which are much faster. Most of my telepathic capacity remains on this level. When I am very close to another person I can speak their thoughts. Our capacities to carry communications of feeling into our daily experience are forged out of relational practice and by example are taught. Jesus was very good at this. At some point he realized that he had surpassed most of his teachers in his ability to carry authority. It was during this time that the above scripture was written according to Christ.

During this time Jesus was beginning to live a Christ mind. His conscious capacity was acute, refined and of mass attention. He carried feelings of mutual resonance with most beings he encountered. It was a light. He was a beacon. His relationship to God was the most profound he had ever known. He was beginning to believe in full potential, to live the difference between knowing his path and walking his path, and call on the power of “I Am.” I am He. I am the one. I and the father are one. But in the moment of his development according to the scripture there is still a difference between he and God. God is still “Well pleased.” His consciousness is on the precipice of unfolding. It is still liminal. It becomes filmic.

Paul Mooney

 

HA! This is great. Truthness is hilarious. If truth is contextual this is as true as it gets. 911 did scare white people. White people found God through 911. God almost got back into school! God always shows up in powerlessness, tragedy – especially now. BUT, Black people do know God, live with God. It’s a part of the reason Glide is so attractive to me. I’m attracted to people whose circumstances prove vulnerability – how ever they name it. It is a color of humility and acceptance… and builds strength. He even says thank you to white people for strengthening black people. The dominant or experiencing/performing dominance is never quite attuned to these powers or maybe their strategies. I know Hegel talks about the particular powers of “slave consciousness” and queer/feminist theory has always pointed to the multiple life strategies practiced by people experiencing marginality.

Speaking on the former presidency: “Anytime you get a Bush and Dick together somebody’s gona get fucked!”
INDEED!!
…way to stop white people from going to star bucks: “NIgger’s just bought star bucks!” … whites like black coffee but not that black…

I am Adam (Lanza?)

 

Article: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/12/16/i-am-adam-lanzas-mother-mental-illness-conversation_n_2311009.html

or

http://gawker.com/5968818/i-am-adam-lanzas-mother?post=55295023

 

I just read this article:

‘I Am Adam Lanza’s Mother’: A Mom’s Perspective On The Mental Illness Conversation In America

It was posted on Facebook by a few different women I really respect. Its a struggle all around. We’re all in it together. It is a powerful article highlighting the extreme difficulties parenting a child with mental illness. It is well communicated and powerful; it is angry, confused, and frustrated.

“I Am Adam” is the title of my blog. I stand as an “Adam” who has faced issues of mental illness. I have been living through an intensity of healing over the past few years. I do recovery work. I strategically define myself as an addict. What I am is angry. I’ve been healing from anger through work in community. When I read this article I couldn’t help feel the anger. It resonates the anger and fear felt by this family and our nation. Funny that our mother her read’s Mother Jones – super powerful and thrives on frustation and self-justified anger.

I wanted to express my responses in the order that they came. I was attempting to post them publicly and kept needing to change them.

This was my first reaction to the article I attempted to post on gawker.com but failed:

Jesus… this woman and her children … need to find a community – where the boy can have some male roll models! He needs a father! ?? Its not “mental illness” – its a lack of good orderly direction from a well grounded social context. He is his mothers internalized rage at men.

This is my second post to the article I just about posted under on my friends facebook post but changed my mind:

Its super difficult. He needs father. And the family needs a community. She’s right she does need help – that’s the first step. The solutions are simple but they take time and their not easy. Almost everyone separates “mental illness” from its manifestation within social context. This boy is his mothers internalized repressed rage externalized. But at this point – even simplest solutions will take years of new practice. If shared pain is what is meant to be expressed here the feeling are mutual. We feel ya. It takes work to deal with anger. My suggestion: find a 12 step community and emerse yourself in the work of recovery.

And then again – my third formulation that I did not post:

I real do believe community holds the answers …  regards this circumstance I ask myself what’s missing. A community? A father? Where are the boy masculine roll models. Where are the mother’s intimate masculine role models? All the men keep showing up in uniforms… Then I want to direct my inquiries toward her: What about her anger? What are her relationships to men? How does she express her pain?  Without much exception, I understand children to be a product of their parents, genetically and psychically. If I were bold I would say this child is expressing his mothers and probably his (fathers?) internalized repressed anger. But, psychologizing this isn’t enough at all…  You cannot sperate this circumstance from its social context. US secular christian culture – yes. Late military, hyper-masculine, white, consumer capitalism – yes. Too much mother Jones – yes. Still, I come back to local, intimate community. My experience is that I find answers, healing, in community.

What I did post:

“I real do believe community holds the answers … I’m blogging about this! Thanks Laura!”

“I real do believe community holds the answers … Thanks for sharing this Jane. Super important. I’m going to blog about it now!”

 

 

Spiritual Depravity in a Secular US – On Newtown’s Tragedy

I sit in front of my fireplace. Scene’s from today’s domestic tragedy flash across the television. My roommate and I, join millions of other American’s glued to the breaking news from Newtown, CT. “Adam Lanza kills 27, including 20 children.” His victims between the ages of 5 and 10 years old were at school. He killed his mother, a teacher, before he went to the elementary school. It is abhorrent; a violent god.

The news continues to stream Obama’s national address. One phrase he said rings in my mind: “a theater of war.” It is a drama. We are its muse; its tears. The theater is seated in our Nation. Columbine; A shopping mall in Oregon; A movie theater in Aurora; A Sikh temple in Wisconsin. So many others. Pain has never been a private experience only. Today the pain flows as a public relationship. The irruption of Newtown’s violence is another local expression of our collective spiritual depravity.

Today’s killing at Sandy Hook School shooting is the second deadliest in U.S. history. Is it a wonder that the school’s name is “Sandy”? It seems the wave of world anger does not discriminate between human and city. It does not matter the means, gun or storm, it speaks. The news consistently asks “why?” Lacking convincing answers the commentary turns to gun reform immediately. It’s at this point that I digress from contemporary explanation. Everything is slated, reasoned, explained in terms bound to secular redemptive politics. In a secularized Christian context, “reasons” for violence are distanced and disassociated through abnormal psychology. I heard a commentator point to “three” reasons someone would commit such a crime: 1) mental illness. 2) psycho pathology. and 3) severe depression. It is right to point of matters of internal distress, disturbed mania. The point is not to stop so short and obtuse. Bound in contextual frameworks the struggle is as much outside the individual as it is inside  – the words of Carl Jung ring with insight. We are bound to each other, bound to a contextual matrix rich with biopsychosocial networks. I believe the world of the Spirit demands a hearing; surely this pain sounds that call.

“Instead, we begin to think of pain as asking for acknowledgement and recognition; denial of the other’s pain is not about the failings of the intellect but the failings of the spirit.” (Talal Asad. Formations of the Secular. 82)

What we have in this event is the principle of discontinuity. A rupture of the spirit; an imbalance where madness hails the call to be heard, spoken, redeemed. The power of violence is the enigma – that it brings the intensity of reflection and change. The living spirit is in change, a bending toward the light and a first encounter. Our nation, indeed, our planet, can no longer afford our wondering through experiences without Spiritual humility. The powers greater than us speak loudly, broadly. God itself speaks.

I have been teaching in elementary schools for the last few months as a substitute teacher. These children call me by name. They carry a spark I need; a gift of youth; an antidote to age and death, even pain. I’m sure Adam’s mother knew something of this. The lives of the days lost children are a voice of responsibility. The responsibility is owed to matters of spirit, adorned, honored, praised, elevated. It is this Earth that sounds our call. Earthly children have spoken.

3D Printers

I met my first 3D printer yesterday. His name? Ok… it didn’t have a name, I’m not even sure if ‘he’ was gendered masculine. But, finding Phil’s office in an all girls school, with mostly female staff, the personalized 3D printer setting on a table in a little cube of a room, surrounded by computer technology of all sorts, even an operating computer completely exposed tacked to the wall, it felt appropriately to assign it a masculine gender.

I had the privilege of chatting with Phil, the director of technology at Berke’s, while we watched the 3D make a plastic whistle! It was super awesome. At first there was no whistle and then there was a whistle. Manifestation fix – check! It did take approximately 34 mins. Brought to me by “Makerbot Industries” I was informed that the next verisons would carry the name, “Replicator”. If you don’t get the geeked-out Star Trek reference I feel bad for you. The “Replicator” is on the Star Ship Enterprise. It looks like a microwave except it can materialize any food item you can imagine. The name speaks toward the future, and it indicates the latent possibilities of technology, manufacturing, patenting, etc. in the present. Phil had bought his on-line, in kit form. He assembled his 3D printer. Simple design, yet fascinatingly accurate – the whistle, actually whistles. He was in the process of making parts to build other machines. He told me that the vision held by many 3D printing folk is to build a printer that can build itself. At this point I had to mention Kurtzweil’s idea of singularity, and of course Matrix references.

I spend the day popping in and out of Phil’s office chatting. Between visits I was doing some library duty with an assistent who had never heard of 3D printing. At some point you catch yourself trying to describe 3D printing to someone whose never heard of it, and its hard not to sound like your describing something from a science fiction novel. “Yes. it prints things… real things… in 3D. No, not like 3D on a piece of paper. That’s 2D. BUT, yes… like a printer, except in 3 dimensions. Yes, it prints objects, like chairs and whistles.” That’s basically the conversation I had verbatim with the librarian.

The future looks like 3D printing in every domestic home on the planet. Phil told me bigger printers might print whole houses or whole bases on Mars. Bioprinters print skin graphs and organs already. Are we there yet? Yeah. We are or we will be. Soon we’ll be downloading the 3D code from our on-line IKEA database for our new bed or from Lowe’s for our new lawnmower. A guy on KickStarter promoted a 3D printer business idea for an initial $40,000… I think, and ended up with 4 million dollars in investments – reference needed. Just to highlight the rate of expanding interest and investment, design and potential here. I heard a guy printed a plastic gun that fires, now the governments is a’buzz with interest of security and regulation. And then there’s the whole manifestation of open source 3D printing files. Right now this stuff is just out there. Any one with a capable 3D printer can print whatever objects are already scanned, coded, and shared.

As you can tell I’ve got a lot more research to do on this one. It is clear to anyone decently interested in 3D printing that I’m a novice describing my experience with what I see as new human 3D printing friends. Machine companions of the extraordinarily creative type.

I did just see an add hosted on youtube for “MOJO” a “Desktop 3D Printer” for $185 a month – in case your interested.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/3D_printing

Philosophical Art

Practicing philosophy in the contemporary world is a daunting task. Knowledge has grown significantly in the past century. It overwhelms us. Developments in markets, media, medicine, technology, theory, data, discourse, politics, power, war, wealth, genetics, robots, chemicals, poverty, pollution, ecology and economy have exploded. Specialized disciplines have concentrated and compartmentalized their knowledge making some discoveries especially in technology, so complicated only the experts understand them. The sheer diversity of knowledge can paralyze analysis.

The rehabilitation of paralysis is the task of philosophy. In an age of worldview proliferation, where every view is a view, where the infinite withdraw of meaning makes both the mundane and extraordinary matters of capital – in this age the world is in desperate need for orientations strong enough to honor past worlds and flexible enough to grow new ones. The gift of philosophical art begins inside the precession of knowledge, on the verge of risk and adventure.

In philosophy, my journey has always been an interdisciplinary practice of world building. My philosophical practice is not postmodernism; it is not structuralism or deconstruction, not simply continental or analytic, pragmatic or idealist, romantic or scientific, historical or transcendental; it rejects none and defies all, includes most and completely transcends its Christian inheritance. I practice a philosophy that emerged from conscious thinkers seeking to grasp reality, to merge science with religion and Greece with Jerusalem, to integrate the dichotomies between the internal/external, part/whole, mind/body, individual/society. To make sense of life amidst thresholds and entanglement, to live and express art, to honor the call of becoming and the integrity of the Other – this is my philosophy.

My practice of philosophy derives a great deal of its inspiration from the idea, integral. I include the thought of many: Sri Aurobindo, Jean Gebser, Teilhard De Chardin, Carl Jung, A.N. Whitehead and Edgar Morin, but some voices are clearly louder than others. I also include critical theory that traverses the Frankford school and schools of postmodern, post-colonial, and feminist influence; these philosophical threads weave an artistic tapestry that convolutes the space between margin and dominate, 1st and 3rd worlds, inequalities and privileged access. The worlding interests of this ‘integral’ philosophy suggests that some worlds are better than others – that we are on a ‘world’, both constituted by and constituting a ‘worlding’. It builds worlds from character qualities I find fundamentally paradoxical; it is decisive, selective, and prejudice and remains lucid, hospitable, and gracious; it stands with atheism while affirming divinity; it complements process and witnesses substance has compassion for both the victim and perpetrator. It is both antagonistic and cooperative, local and global, internal and external, micro and macro; I affirm complexity and insist on simplicity. The experience of existential withdraw is not without the living intimacy of fundamental approach. My integral philosophy is an invocation of serenity and aesthetic.

 

Post Economic San Francisco

I have written a post on this idea previously. Just one. One post, on the “post” economy… hahahaaa! fuck you.  I am just a few pages from finishing a book of “speculative” fiction called After the Deluge. Authored by, Chris Carlsson, http://www.chriscarlsson.com/  – the book is a utopian journey through “post-economic San Francisco. It aligns pretty nicely with SF Mode, in all its intimations: science fiction, San Francisco, speculative fascinations, sacred feminisms. The plot is not super. Carlsson’s acknowledgements makes clear his main intention to present a plausible, future San Francisco, not necessarily a riveting story. The book is a picture of San Francisco around 2150. The major earthquake happened in 2044. The waters rose significantly, hence, “after the deluge.” The world is full of gardens, weed, bamboo bikes, bio-boats, weird biotechnology, endless energy, free exchange, parades, sex, and daily festivities. It is basically his view of burning man rit large on the city of San Francisco. No police, organizational transparency. The plot tells the tell of future San Francisco through two main characters. A troubled youth who finds himself expressing his refusal to conform by setting fires, and a man on a journey, new to the city, who lands himself as an investigator looking to solve an arson case. It is not a fantastic read. It is an inspired vision and worth it on that merit.

One of my projects will be to write a better version of this novel. There is enormous potential here. Carlsson is missing flesh, theory, research. It reads like a pot head wrote this book! Really… in the book Carlsson talks about a die-off where all the people who were smoking pot were left unaffected. After the Deluge is lazy, but for what its worth, it works as an amazing first draft. It’s a fuzzy vision that offers this reader great inspiration to develop the world he introduces. It is a world taken from my experience of San Francisco in the present. It is clear that Chris Carlsson is intimately familiar with the cultural niche’s that I value most in San Francisco.

Real quick – Two Challenges:

1)  In post-economic San Francisco, where societal evolution has unfolded there is no vision of the evolution of consciousness.  The future of human subjectivity is bound in familiar cliche; its insipid. The ideal would be to introduce new forms of subjectivity. I believe James Cameron’s Avatar made great run at this…

2)  Carlsson introduces a few really cool ideas about biotechnology, but fails to show a world deeply affected, symbiotic with the new forms of technology. Its a lazy work.  (maybe it reminds me of me?)  hahahaahaaa! fuck you. (just think Daniel Tosh quality)