WAKE UP!

You know that sleepy feeling when you just wake up? 

That "Huh... where am I?, I was just driving nude in a corvette on Mars" , return from the dream state feeling?

Well most people are spiritually like that during a whole lifespan. The live a life of bullshit until they get ready to die in old age and then question things they have done. Shit, you dont want seconds in your life left and ask that....You want to know that you fucking rocked life and was true to.....yourself.

So wipe that sleepy shit from your soul, wake TFU and become truly spiritual....this doesnt mean you need to hump a mountain or go to some stupid yoga ( err stretch class) and pretend to be spiritual...rather, be a part of the world by not being a dick.

Wake up, the alarm is buzzing!

The Rabid Monk

You are so full of...peace.

It is possible to care and not be shit on.

In order to be a peacenik and not come off as weak, you have to understand all facets of energy, not just the rainbow hugging type.

Be willing to be real, get pissed off, embrace all if your emotions, not just the sanitary ones. By doing so, you are a student of the frequencies of life and can then play and write many spiritual tunes ( also known as enlightening yourself to the wonders of life) , not just repeat one boring song ( replayed memory and situations).

Sink hole of spiritual thought

Ever feel like the spiritual ground underneath you has simply opened up and disappeared? I mean one second, you are walking along all happy with a friggin halo and the next you hear a snapping and cracking sound, the world shakes and blammo! a sinkhole appears.  The angelic themesong playing happiness in your head gets replaced by a symphony of gas spewing rectums trumpeting melodies that are seemingly aimed at your very soul?

Remember: Being spiritual does not guarantee you a stress free life, it provides you ways to deal with the foul aromas the often get shoved under the spiritual nasal passages...spiritual tools like a shovel to fill those mental sinkholes, or an air freshener to cleanse the air of negative thoughts.

Being Spiritual is to be prepared, to be willing to apply and become knowledge itself, to shift energy as it occurs. So if a sink hole appears, move and grab a shovel. If the symphony plays a stinking tune, move upwind....

Each day is just a chance to grow.

Shit storm

So you sit at a keyboard and type a blog.

Who reads it?

 Am I typing to simply communicate with my subconscious or are people reading these words?

Who knows, who cares.

Today I am going to rant about "giving a shit". As a human, I have emotions, as a spiritual person, I have an understanding of the need for detaching from those emotions.

Today, I am attached...boy am I attached.

I am tired and overwhelmed at all the problems in the world. I went for along walk and expressed my dissatisfaction with the creator of all last night. There is way too much hate, suffering and violence on Earth. I try with all my ability to be a guide for something good, but my human form is getting tired, very tired. I feel confused, alone and ( as Vader said in Star Wars)....my powers are getting weak old man.

I wake everyday with a strong to desire to have people see the truth of love vs hate, but I am surfing a huge wave on my own, and my old farty body has paid the price for 17 years of absolute service. I see and thus...see all this shit.

It is tough being a part of evolution, the one that says " hey lets swim out of the water and try to walk on land"....the others behind me  in the ocean say " yah, sounds great, you first".

So I do and the others then swim away......to be safe.


But hopefully what created us all, is truly seeing that I am trying

(If of course, if they read blogs).....really trying...trying to evolve and advance, this big ball of hatred towards a better place of peace and understanding.


Today, I am human.



The Rabid Monk

Responsible

100% real Rabid Monk story:

I was on a trip a couple of months ago down to the Florida Keys. On my return flight while at the airport, I saw an older woman with her elderly Mother ( in a wheelchair) at the airport. The daughter was sending her Mother to visit relatives and looked distressed doing so. 

She wheeled her Mom up to the ticket counter and the man at the counter was ( how can I say this politely?) was well an ass to both of them. Very rude, disrespectful, a general dick. The woman dropped her mom off and started to walk away...she then stopped in her tracks , turned around and just sat to make sure the plane left okay.

I looked this woman and saw her frantic energy. So, (yup, this is how the Rabid Monk rolls) I went across the waiting area and kneeled at her feet and introduced myself. I told her I would keep an eye on her Mother on the plane and stay with her at the arrival location until someone in her family showed up ( as the airlines treated her like crap).

She had tears in her eyes and said " Oh my God thank you, who are you?, you are like an angel"....so I gave her my cell number, she gave me hers.

When the plane arrived at our destination, off I went with the lovely old woman and sat with her in the baggage area till her niece showed up. When she did, the old woman grabbed my hand and said " You are a wonderful person, it was my pleasure and honor to have met you"....

So after the tears dried up on my face after she said that to me ( I know, I am mushy), I called her daughter and told her all was fine and that her Mom was safe.

We are all in this together and we all can create ripples of peace. We have to commit to this understanding though each and every day.

How?

When you see "assholey" energy, take charge, counter it with love.

Be responsible...

Love

The Rabid Monk

The Telephone Game

If you ever are confused about what "it" is all about, what all the religious history is about....

You know, killing in the name of God to "better" the world..Well just look at the telephone game that we played as kids. You know, when you say a story and pass it on to the next person and by the end of the line of receivers, the story is nothing like its origins.

Well, that is what are playing right now folks. History shows so much blood spilled, millions dead, monuments torn down and burned, sacred text destroyed forever....as the story gets passed on.

Driven by what?-yup, This telephone game.

God, Divinity, The Universe  whatever you want to call it....has many facets, but the one common binding denominator to it all?  Creation.

Suns implode, plants die,  mountains turn to seas, black holes appear,  time ticks, etc..all a part of constant movement and creation. We as humans can also create, as we have the ability to expand our minds and create action that alters who we are ( like not having the extra piece of cake to lose a couple of pounds for health purposes) and who we can become as a species.

So maybe the person at the end of the telephone game of life can stand up and say " Ahh, excuse me, none of this shit makes sense? Can we go back to the beginning where the story began with just love for all?"


Anyone?


Okay,  screw it I will...."Ahh, excuse me, none of this shit makes sense? Can we go back to the beginning where the story began with just love?"


The Rabid Monk

Really?

Funny, when people think of things "spiritual" they would never think of anyone that says "fuck" as a person that could actually know what they are talking about.

Well, fuck that.

Break that mold, shatter the shit and move your head from your ass into a higher state of being. It is the 21st century. Sure there is something larger than our human understanding, something that I cannot explain.

But do you really think something out in the universe cares of where say "fuck"? Something that is BEYOND time and space? BEYOND comprehension? Well unify yourself and go BEYOND the foolish ties to old perceptions.

Actions matter.....be love, help people, help yourself, care....act!


The Rabid Monk