What if you were God?

Let’s suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream you wanted to dream.

And you would naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes

You would have every kind of pleasure, you see

And after several nights, you would say,

‘Well that was pretty great,

but now, let’s have a surprise.

Let’s have a dream that isn’t under control.

Well, something is going to happen to me, that I don’t know what it’s going to be.’

Then you would get more and more adventurous,

and you would make further and further out gambles as to what you would dream,

And finally you would dream –

– where you are now.


If you awaken from this illusion,

and you understand that black implies white,

self implies other,

life implies death,

you can feel yourself not as a stranger in the world,

not as something here on probation,

not as something that has arrived here by fluke,

but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental.

What you are basically,

deep, deep down, far, far in,

is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.

— Alan Watts clips from above song

What if you were God?

The question is not Whether you will have infinite power, but When, since after enough incarnations, you inevitably Will.  So what do you do with it?

What would you do with the universe?


Once you accomplished that, what would you do next?

Would you think in terms of duality?  Creation or non-creation?  Presence and absence?  Dark and light?  Matter and idea?  What would be the relationship between these things, and your interaction with them?

Would you begin the complex and chaotic activity of the universe?  Or let things rest in a peaceful, simple blankness?

What are the differences between material and immaterial existence?

Would you participate in creation, or sit back and observe?

Would you get bored and incarnate as a being of lesser power to give yourself a challenge — perhaps even wipe your memory and incarnate as a mortal?


What if you were God stuck in a human life?  Maybe this human life you’re in, right now?

Face it; you’re probably here right now because you stuck yourself here, and on the slight chance you’re not, it might help to have that attitude anyway.

How would it change how you think about the universe?

Would you think of yourself as a universal essence?

Would you begin engaging with that concept more?


How would you interact with your life as it exists now?  How would you interact with politics as it exists now?

Would you want to reconcile all of humanity into one harmony?

Doesn’t humanity have valid reasons for not being in harmony?

Don’t even the smallest things deserve examination?

As God, so long as you have the resources and clarity, isn’t it your job to examine all situations and deliver justice even if you have to use a microscope?  To give genuine examination to all the details?  To be genuinely fair, objective, impersonal – or perhaps, personally involved and engaging your heart in delivering what is actually just?  To not rush off to judgment, but to be the final, most reliable authority upon whom the highest, truest judgment rests – the sacred arbiter of truth itself?  Would you honor the truth as a principle unto itself, or just trash it for the sake of hedonistic lazy expedience?

Would you feel yourself becoming enmeshed in all the nuances, all the complexity, of every single detail of every single drama of every single human life?

This is, after all, what it means to be a revolutionary – what it means to support the working class.  The class is collective, but ultimately collectives are made of collections of individuals, and you’re not really honoring the collective unless you’re actually caring for the individuals.

Life is involvement, politics is to be involved, drama is involvement, Buddhism is non-attachment, but drama is attachment, politics is life, life is attachment, life is drama, politics is life, politics is drama, politics is society’s decision-making process, decision-making is conflictedness, conflict.

God is involved.


Eastern philosophy is the world’s most mature school of thought.  It seeks detachment.  Rationality is when the logic works properly, a complex is when it doesn’t.

A complex is a neurosis is a passion is an attachment is an emotion is a logical tangle, and Buddhism, like psychoanalysis, requires the practitioner become self-aware enough to untangle themselves, become rational, become unattached, become without emotion.

But is maturity really what we want?

Other ancient religions, on the other hand, are cultural neurosis at the macro-scale.  They are chaotic utterances of gods with random, invented, inherited names, saints and prophets, long holy books amalgamated together by random mergers of tribes and kingdoms and empires.  Catholicism and Hinduism are nearly identical in this regard.

There is a similar relationship here between classical Marxism, seeking perfect analytic clarity, and the thought-terminating clichés and theoretical chaos and incoherence of Stalinism and Maoism.

What Catholicism and Hinduism have in common is passion.  Their tangled mental state mandates not clarity of thought leading to a self-aware skepticism, but instead a faith which resists any self-untangling, any self-examination – because this preserves passion.

This is not necessarily a criticism…

The other thing Catholicism and Hinduism have in common is incarnation: Christian Jehovah sent his Son Christ, whose story is described as the passion of the Christ.  Hindu gods incarnate as avatars.

Even Eastern philosophy, the ultimate philosophy of detachment and renunciation, belied its ultimate merging with attachment because it could not resist its immersion in samsara, could not resist incarnation, could not resist creating a messiah, a Buddha, could not resist creating the path of the bodhisattva.  The ultimate detachment is to lose your attachment to detachment, and to lose yourself in the world: true nirvana is when you accept that samsara is nirvana.

I could be a dick and say that Saturn-Western-Odin-Nietzschean-Lucifer-Promethean-God complex, toward striving, distinct material incarnation, and empowerment is the implicit victor of the world’s archetypal metaphysical tensions in eternity, and it’s how the world likes it.  I could say maybe all opposites contain each other implicitly and the world is a merry chaos.  The whole thing seems to be in continuous fractal evolution.

But no really.    Souls keep dying and going to heaven, but humanity would have just petered out by now but there’s just something about the thrill of being here in the flesh that keeps the customers coming back and reincarnating.  Something about the solidness, having actual storylines with sequenced time, and challenges that require effort.

And keep this on the down-low, it’s not polite to say, this is kind of politically incorrect actually, because it’s supposed to be just as good to merge everyone as one united soul up there in the immaterium, but there’s just something amazing about the sex down here — to be physically separate and press yourselves together, only on occasions separated by time, just does something that being eternally perfectly merged spirits doesn’t, that even having a chance for it and possibly not getting it, or having just a little crappy sex,  has people incarnating here anyway.  It’s ridiculous.

Souls are wilding out over it.  They all just keep coming back to this material reality place I run, what can I say?  The spirit world just can’t compare.

What’s my point with all this?  Truthfully I don’t know, except to say that, I have been living with these types of questions, considerations, and thoughts for about year now, and my life has been massively hypercharged ever since I have begun living with them.  I have reached some answers, incredible answers, and those answers lead to more questions in turn.  It is just a higher level of existence and life, to which I would like to welcome everyone else.  I just felt like other people should have a window into what is going on in my head, and I feel like neither the responsibility, nor the glory, nor the adventure and fun, should be mine alone.  The more the merrier.


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