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As long as we frenetically and often even fatalistically use a Bible, Pastor, Priest, Concordance, wordy concepts or Popes to continually and unsuccessfully convince ourselves that we have been justified by faith (it's true as merely a concept), faith will remain nothing more than a bumper sticker we’ll keep parroting rather than an experience we’ll know universally. Neither bumper stickers nor self-righteously myopic maxims reveal truths that will lead to any modicum of freedom. Any universally self-evident truth cannot require its acceptance by threatening an eternally tormenting conclusion by way of belief without experientially knowing truth’s infinitely stable patience. An eternally tormenting conclusion would be counterintuitive to even a marginally loving mother of a litter of baby kittens. Think about the biblically crude and culturally corybantic term “long-suffering.” Instead of using infinite love, they used long-suffering. No one to blame, that’s just where the evolution of consciousness was in Old and New Testament days. But can we imagine an Infinite Love capable of submitting to Satan just to cull such an insoluble double bind blockade? That wouldn’t be a bind but an insufferable guilt trip absent any pitstops along the way whatsoever! Let’s face it (whatever it is). The God we were handed was more like Zeus than Mother Teresa! And when we labeled the Cosmic Christ consciousness within us ALL as religiously branded Christianity, understanding anything other than a tribal Jesus bound as a detainee inside a bible made peace and goodwill plain old parochialism! Wrath, not universal restoration, became our burdensome theologically thuggish rhetoric. Did Zeus send Jesus to protect humanity from His anticipatory wrathful violence and unhinged vitriol? Was Jesus not only God’s only Son but His plan B? Is Christ actually Jesus’s last name? If so, the stakes were too high and every inadvertent blunder on our part stoked the fires of our unavoidably interminable punishment — no parole board or pardon possible. Another tribal swan song but the really good good new news is that Christ is an inclusive title and not Jesus’s surname. How we missed that is probably how our dualistically oppositional ancestors managed to make Infinite Loving Inclusivity into a low-level unconscious competition replete with our vengefully finite, fearful, graceless and exclusionary parochial hellish need for an absurd conclusion. We grow up slowly it seems. What to do, or rather be or even say?

“I did my best! I swear I did!” -Humanity

“Your best is bogus and swearing even accidentally adds kerosene to My infinite crematorium! Had I created you to learn by trial and error, I would have chosen to be infinitely patient. I wouldn’t have threatened you with unremitting brimstone as My aberrantly preferred eternal furnace! My overbearing countenance was what I knew would make you make mistake after mistake and you bit the bait of word-worship!” -Zeus

And yet it seems our suffering many mistakes by way of God’s supposed wrath makes Him suffer even greater rage for an even longer period of time but if God is infinite, why force hell’s furnace on us at a finitely fatal gunpoint?

“No hurry, no worry,” as my Puerto Rican amiga used to tell me! I agree with her because it works experientially. But divine dualism (Either OR, all OR nothing, heaven OR hell, sink OR swim double binds) sounds like a strangely stressful Standard Operating Procedure for our Infinitely Patient Love that IS our soul’s timeless potentiality’s Sustainer. Speaking of sink OR swim, why’d we complicate something as simple and even effortless as floating on our backs? What do we hate BOTH AND? We have created a million subdividing inner circles of cast system highbrows and the downcasts with exclusively subtle rules for inclusion into these infantile secret societies. This desperate craving to belong began in middle-school if not before. The right people, places, positions, possessions, rank, status and a multitude of other countless qualifiers lull us into temporal "better than" inner circles. But the novelty begins to lose its luster and finding we belong to an inner circle cacophony we despised less than three years earlier is confounding. Maybe if we switch Christian brand name denominations, we’ll feel better about these hairsplitting doctrinal belief systems. Might even avoid hell. After all, that’s the whole reason there are over 44,000 denominations. This isn’t love or even half-hearted like, it’s a lotto pick and no one wins. From wearing gothic to donning vividly vogue poolside attire, we aren’t so much determined but rather have been programmed to fit in. Belonging by exclusion and including by secret handshakes and Sunday morning fire insurance dues and Romper Room doctrines and sluggardly dullness of mind.

If you were programmed a Protestant and thus parentally pushed down the aisle-way of wrath in an angst-wrought run so as to make that public confession of faith, have you considered what your first confessed sin was? The verse says that it is impossible to please God without faith? The Pastor set us up for punishment from the outset! A confession is a statement – made by a person acknowledging some personal fact that the person would ostensibly prefer to keep hidden. The term presumes that the speaker is providing information that he or she believes the other party is not already aware of, and is frequently associated with an admission of a moral and legal wrong: In one sense it is the acknowledgment of having done something wrong, whether on purpose or not.

So, this was the inadvertent diabolical belonging statement by Protestantism. Our first confession of culpability was not only public but demanded eternal damnation insofar as we openly confessed our first major folly was our faith but before we were told we especially couldn’t please god without faith! Could we have appealed? We didn’t know! We really didn’t!

This atonement theory was at least a theory. Tertullian of Roman Carthage and Martin Luther — respectively — coined hell and openly devised cruelty to both Jews and peasants! When you think Luther, think holocaust and that’s really not a far reach! Infinite Patience IS Love and has never been a theologian’s client to perform a highly limited and crude personality assessment on. This is absurd!

Forestalling during an argument is a tactic. Forestalling after the question’s answer is abundantly clear is fear. Defending fear is the trance-self’s last futile effort towards attempting to deny unconditional love is infinitely true. Renewing the mind is called metanoia but because we were too mentally lazy to look up the meaning of repentance, we did everything but renew our minds! Get mad or glad but if you prefer remaining angry and guilty, that’s what you’ll do until you allow love’s treatment to be done unto you. And Love will. Not a matter of if but when? Some get it 50 years before their physical form falls away. Others get it five years and some, I’ve been told, even get it during the last five minutes but according to Hospice workers, all get it.