As my blog title indicates these are intentional musings, thought
streams feeding into what has yet to become an integral river-way
suitable for journeying, but sufficient to drink from if thirsty. :-)
Dare I say that G-d is Happiness (unconditioned) but that
happiness ( conditional) is not G-d. It is somewhat the same as saying a
human is a mammal but not all mammals are human. Happiness is the
divine PRESENCE, the door into the divine Mystery. it is The way
of perfection, the light of clarity, the truth of freedom as its
beginning and end. It is Heaven and Paradise, the Buddha fields or bliss
fields of the accomplishment of all aspirations. It is the pure
pleasure enfolded in all we call good. It is the meeting of that which
we seek and the knowing of our very selves. It is the bare minimum that can be asked of us and the design template for the completion of all we aspire to be and do.
Of
course one might object that I could say the same thing about
everything ... G-d is a rose, or G-d is the home of the Dung Beetle.
That would make me a pantheist. But the "not" as in; the rose is NOT
G-d, would define me better as a Panentheist. Yet " it is never the
thing we desire but the feeling," as Edward L. Krammer said. Actually
our ultimate desire I would say is a "felt meaning," as Eugene T.
Gendlin describes. And that in some way is reducible to a common
denominator of Happiness, as Bruce M. Di Marsico so rigorously defines.
Of course for me all these states of mind and body are clearly
understood as energy-information states and this shift of viewpoint
opens up new possibilities of application.
Given
the above, there is a certain error that creeps into the spiritual
traditions as well as social philosophies - that there is something
missing in us that needs to be added or compensated for. Eventually one
surrenders this path of attainment and realizes that like a mirror
covered in mud, all one needs to do is clean it of obscurations. Then
one is free to examine its otherwise unknowable contents at leisure, the
contents of oneself - or One-Self ... or as One without a second, a
No-thing, which none the less mysteriously IS - the primal "Tabula
Rasa" one might say.
