Note from Guru Kurt: This was the first thing I wrote in a new topic that I started called "Hello World." The responses I received were mostly shallow and indicative of worldliness. One said that I should not write so long, if I expected anyone to read it! Another said that she had herself attained union with YHWH, a complete impossibility. No one attains union with the external God; any such claim is ridiculous, and I did not bother to argue with her about it. Let her believe that this has happened; what is it to me? I would not make such an arrogant claim. In general, there was an air of lack of interest, and so I realized the "faith forum" was not suitable for the purposes of an emerging guru. A guru can only speak to those who wish to listen, not to those who (erroneously) think they already know everything. I abandoned the forum as I said I would abandon it, and next set up this website which has begun to receive some serious traffic. Who knows where this will lead? The Father knows, of course, for it is His hand which guides everything. It is no light matter to say, as they do in the beautiful Christian hymn, "This is my Father's world." It IS His world, more than anyone suspects. Nothing happens here unless it is by His will. I know this without any doubt.
Let me give a brief description of my life experiences, so that you have some idea of my position. I was born and raised a Christian, in the Lutheran Church of America in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I was baptized and confirmed, and thought myself a heartfelt believer in the divinity of Jesus Christ. After I went to college, I began reading voraciously in world literature. The first place I started was Atheism, reading works like Bertrand Russell’s “Why I am not a Christian” and by another author, “The Death of God.” I became an Atheist, and renounced Christianity by sending a letter to my former Pastor. Like the dunce that he was, he shared this letter with my parents. Among Christians, there is no individuality. You cannot break free from your parents. I sent him a letter, individual to individual, and he shared it with my parents. The pastors and priests of Christianity have no idea what real religion is about. They spout scripture, chapter and verse, like thoughtless parrots or drainpipes pouring raw sewage into fresh water. When Jesus said that His followers must be ready to renounce father, mother, sister and brother, what do Christians suppose that He meant? Obviously, He meant we should maintain close ties to family, and when a person seeks independence, we should speak to his family in an ugly and brutal attempt to coerce and manipulate him back into conformity. Such action is like slime from the very pits of hell. Each man is independent, and should be treated with respect as an individual. Whose responsibility is my salvation, if it not my own?
My heart could not remain with Atheism. Even as I espoused this theory during the day, morning and evening I practiced meditation under the guidance of an illumined teacher, Eknath Easwaran. This person preached the unity of world religions on the basis of similar experiences that the mystics of each obtain. I teach the unity of world religions on this basis, and another as well. For a time, I tried to re-embrace Christianity, seeking a “born again” experience with full enthusiasm, but coming up dry and unsatisfied. I said all the things that Christians instruct a person to say: “Jesus Christ, I want you to come into my life. I accept you as my Lord and Savior, and will seek to live my life only for you.” I said this with a sincere heart, and maintained this attitude for more than a month. Then I came to the conclusion that the advice of the Christian community was not effective. I tried it, and I had no inner or outer experience that was any different from my normal life. All this time, I continued meditation, never missing a day. The method invented by Eknath Easwaran is to go through the words of a memorized inspirational passage slowly in the mind, letting each word drop like a pearl into a still pond. During my Christian period, I meditated only upon Christian passages, such as the Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi.
I abandoned Christianity, and went to live near my guru, in Petaluma, California. At this point, my meditation deepened considerably. I had merely to sit down, close my eyes, and begin concentrating on the passage to achieve higher and more wonderful ecstatic states. I did not think my experience unusual, but assumed that all around me experienced more profound states than I. Meditation was my favorite activity, though in accordance with my guru’s instructions I also maintained a balance of activities in the world, holding a day job and working on evenings and weekends at the ashram on selfless tasks, in my case helping in the publishing facility, Nilgiri Press. I went on this way for some years, each day sweeter than the one before it, for without knowing it I had somehow learned to tap the inner spring of joy, a spring that exists in the heart of every man as well. The teachings of religion are intended to unlock the gates to happiness. Christianity was not meant for those whose spiritual consciousness has been awakened, who have developed a hunger and yearning for experience of the divine. It is meant for those who are satisfied to trust what appears to be the statements of an authoritative figure, who can wait until death to see God! I could not wait. I wanted to see God now, today! I felt a tremendous restlessness that drove me relentlessly, day and night. I meditated four hours each day, and these hours passed very quickly, for my ecstasy was profound. I repeated the mantram, the name of Rama, at every opportunity. I have calculated that I repeated it about a hundred million times in the twelve-year period of my sadhana. I spent every spare moment at the ashram, helping in selfless work which to me was not labor, but sweet release from the immense energies that meditation seemed to be releasing in my mind and body. I was mad for God in those days, and eventually the other ashram residents concluded that I was actually mad, fools that they were.
I was forcefully ejected from the ashram, and spent about a year wandering about the countryside, with God as my only guide, lost in wonder at His power expressed in all those around me. If you say to me, “It must have been difficult to live a life of renunciation in America,” I will say, “You are right.” In America the concept of the wandering holy man is foreign. All those who do not possess money are thought to be bums and profligates, dissolute, hopeless and despised by society. I was treated like a bum by every one I met, but I could still see the Father behind their vacant smiles of derision, and on I went. At last I concluded that the life of a wandering sannyasin was not the best in America, and I went back to school to earn a degree in Microbiology and Chemical Engineering. I found a nice job that pays well, and abandoned the religious life entirely. Then, to my surprise, approximately one year ago I was awakened by the dweller inside my body, whom I will not identify to you although I know him. I underwent a series of very intense experiences, which I have described in several writings that I have been working on this past year. These experiences are in line with those described in Hindu mysticism of savikalpa and then nirvikalpa samadhi. Since this time, I have sought to do the will of the Father, talking to various people and writing to some as well. So far, I have been completely ignored. Last week He prompted me to visit this forum, showing me which links to click upon, and which individuals to address. Like a tiger I pounced upon this group, and like a tiger I will bound away when I am no longer wanted. I want nothing from any of you. I rejoice in the freedom of the Self, and go where I want and when, lacking nothing. Like a lion I roar, and like a lion I rejoice in my strength. I do not believe any of you can conquer me in debate, though you may certainly try to do so.
My first book was a general description of the spiritual life and the best tactics to use to make spiritual progress. It does not have a title yet. My second book details the seven-fold Way of Love that I give to mankind. It is almost complete. A third book that I am working on examines the Gospel of Luke, extricating the truth spoken by the Lord from the morass of superstition and half-truth with which the Christian world has surrounded it. I do not expect that anyone will be interested in reading my writings. I am used to being ignored, scolded and ostracized, but it is nothing to me. I have nothing to gain here. My Father insisted that I write these things, and so I wrote. Whether any other on earth will ever read them is purely a matter of His will, nothing more than this. I do as He commands, and however heavy these commands may appear to the outside world, to me they are always sweet and light. He is always one step ahead of me, knowing that which is best, and better than I could have wanted for myself. If I end my life in a gutter, dying of starvation, I shall at least have the compensation of knowing that I have met that supreme One, and witnessed His glory. What is my life to me? I throw it away! Unlike the mass of humanity, I know that I shall be back, and that when I return I shall be greater still. The world is trapped in the death-grip of materialism. There is not a drop of real devotion to God to be found anywhere. Everyone’s eyes are glazed over, ever gazing at the “spectacular wonders” of science technology. Is there anything that man cannot do? No, nothing, assuredly, except for the only thing that matters, and that is to conquer death. Only the saints and sages of the world have done this, and I too stand on a higher plane, laughing at these high mysteries that terrify the world! My soul is immortal, deathless, and free! I shall return to earth, again and again in freedom, bringing God’s message to mankind whether he wishes to hear it or no! This I declare, and if it is the Father’s will, may it be so!
Christianity is dead. No one really expects the Lord Jesus to appear, in the flesh as He did before. Any who would dare to claim this would be immediately thrown into a mental asylum and forced to take anti-psychotic drugs. The fools would not be aware that Jesus is no human being, and that their drugs would have unpredictable effects upon His divine mind that might cause the Father to experience extreme rage. They would put Him, the lamb of God, on their conveyor belt of scientific “wisdom” and throw Him in with those who truly are mentally ill. I know you, Christians! Your minds are terrible beds of sin, and you love your sin! You would not give it up for anything! You are going to a heaven, of which you have no conception, and fear a hell which you understand even less. If a prophet should arise among you, what would be your response? You will say, “The Bible is complete. No more prophets are allowed. Away with you!” Like children or toddlers you cling to your “blankies,” your little black books, bound up so nicely and so complete, quoting chapter and verse until you make the rest of us sick! What is the Bible? It is toilet paper! I wipe myself with the Acts of the Apostles and the grotesque letters of the New Testament, as well as the boring and pointless vast majority of the Old Testament. You cling to Paul and the other apostates, his friends and yours, the enemies of the living Christ, ignoring the words of the Lord Jesus Himself! At least I know which portions of the Bible to use for wiping: you wipe yourselves with the Gospels of the Lord and the sayings of Moses and the Prophets, the only portions of the Bible that I still respect.
Kick me out of your forum! Yes, kick me out and retreat into your comfy little shell of a religion, that twisted version of reality that you call faith and which would make Jesus retch! “He thinks too much for us. These ideas are really too radical. They make us uncomfortable. Let us use our power (the power given to you by that very Lord Jesus whom you now despise) to kick this person out of our pretty little forum. We are such good Christians. How dare he disturb our quiet and peaceful meditations (upon our hell-spawned creeds and blasphemous, rude misinterpretations of the Son of God).” I know you! Every night you pray, “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.” A real man or woman does not want to wait for death to search for God; only those who are already dead inside their hearts are satisfied with such a crude, cold and lifeless excuse for a religion. A real aspirant, on fire with love for God and desiring to see Him always, prays instead, “Now I lie down to sleep, a little richer inside, a little better human being, someone who has striven hard this day on the path to Self-realization. I taste of that joy which is a portion of the bliss that shall yet be mine, though a million times greater, and I drink deeply of the sweet nectar arising from my own soul as a result of my spiritual effort. If I should die tonight, than I am ready, for I have confirmed in my own life the truth of the scriptures that I am not this physical body, but the soul contained within this body. I see clearly that I did not arise out of nothing, and have lived many lives before this one. How can I fail to be reborn, in a new body, to take up the spiritual quest with renewed energy and enthusiasm?”
Yes, my friends, reincarnation is reality, and Jesus knew this. The heart of man is hard indeed! As Krishna, the Avatar told the truth about reincarnation, and the ugly, unfair and despicable caste system is the result! As Jesus, He pretended that man has but one life so that the idea of equal rights for all could arise. No one can tell the spiritual state of another, unless he is an illumined man, and therefore wholly incapable of any type of discrimination. Man ever rejoices in power over others. In Hinduism, the monstrous caste system was born because the people were told the whole truth. In Christianity we were told that the dead shall rise again, which is a half-truth. They rise again and again, fools, every time they are reborn! Do you really think people will arise from their graves like zombies, no matter how long they have been dead? Many Christians actually believe this, and cannot see past this most obvious deception, which was intended to, and did have, a specific psychological effect upon man. When Jesus returns, He will be amazed that we have not figured this all out on our own, since it is so obvious, and yet we have not. God the Father Himself takes each soul at death to a resting place, where it is recharged prior to its next birth. He places each soul in its destined body when it is still in the zygote stage, just prior to implantation in the uterine wall. I am very sorry, Christians, but He does this! You cannot tell these things to a society until it is ready. Would you prefer that the whole world be in the grip of an implacable caste system, throwing its gnarled and wooden fingers over all creativity and freedom everywhere? I forget, though, you are Christians and cannot think. Quote me chapter and verse, then. Do your worst. I spit upon your creeds, and I spit upon your religion! I sweep the words of the apostles and Paul from before my sight, as loose chaff is scattered by a horrific tornado! Only the words of Jesus will stand the test of time, but you do not listen to Him, only to those evil men who started your God-forsaken institutions. Have it your own way. I rejoice in the presence of the Father, and I stand in His will. May it be done, and may it be done fully.
A certain person visited an isolated island in the South Pacific, on a journey of exploration for his father, who was a king. He came in a tiny ship, not large enough to carry substantial supplies, but he did have a spare keg of nails. After eating with the natives, and promising to return, he left the keg of nails, explained to the natives how to make more nails, and went his way. In his absence, the people did not know what to do with the nails, for the nail-man had only given them vague promises of a use to which they might be put upon his return, mumbling something about “structures.” Deciding that the man must have been a deity of some kind, they formed a cult, the “Cult of the Nail-Man.” They put the keg of nails in the center of the village, and began to worship the nails. Some of the natives even wounded themselves with the nails, for wasn’t this a holy act? They created an entire priesthood devoted to creating more nails using raw materials from a mining operation on the island. Soon they had a huge collection of nails, kept displayed in a well-organized shrine at the center of the village. The original person who had brought the nails unfortunately died at sea, but because his father had many sons, he sent another in his place. This one came in a mighty ship, with many wooden planks of the finest timber, for the nails left by the first son were meant to be used to build houses for the natives, to protect them from the weather, for they were very stupid natives and lived out in the open, without shelter. When this second son arrived, the natives became very angry. “You are not the nail-man!” they shouted. “Go away! These nails have a special purpose, and only the nail-man can explain it. What is more, they are holy and cannot be touched. They are sacred artifacts. We worship these nails; the nails are enough for us.” Flabbergasted and annoyed, out of spite the second son set adrift a small boat with some wooden planks having instructions on how to make coffins tacked to them. The natives found these planks, and heralded it as the second coming of the nail-man! Surely, the nail-man had seen to their crying need and supplied them with a use for the holy nails. Quickly they set about working and built a large supply of coffins, enough to bury the whole lot of them!
There was a second group of natives, who were disenfranchised and dissatisfied with the “Cult of the Nail-Man,” and had moved away from the village of their ancestors, forming a new, isolated group. They also had a cache of nails, and kept adding to it, but they followed a maverick leader who stated that surely there must be some practical use for these nails. As the second son was leaving the island, this group of natives spotted him and waved wildly for him to return! The second son met with this maverick leader, and since this person was open-minded about the purpose of nails, he left his entire supply of wooden planks and showed him how to build houses, which his little group proceeded to do with great joy and energy: “Now when it rains, we will no longer get soaked!” The other natives, seeing this, nevertheless clung to their old ways, which tradition dictated: “If rain was good enough for my father, and his father’s father, it is good enough for me too. The nail-man will eventually return, and then we will know the real purpose of the nails he left so long ago. Those others are fools for wasting their holy nails to build houses merely to protect themselves from the elements. They are surely damned to hell, for the nail-man will be wrathful upon his return, and will not spare them!” I choose not to explain this little story at this time. I have explained too much already, far too much. I doubt whether it has anything to do with me at all. If I say that it does, then I will be condemned. If I say that it does not, then I will lose my authority. Whatever the case may be, I continue boldly in my own way, despised by everyone that I know, and why not? At least God still has affection for me. What more would anyone care to ask for?
The same mighty spiritual being who appeared as Jesus also appeared as Krishna, Buddha, Mohammed, Rama, Lao-tse and in recent days, Chaitanya and Ramakrishna. India has many social problems, but it is the home of real religion, and it is where God has visited most frequently. The time has come for Christians to throw away their Bibles and embrace reality, the truth as it has been revealed to the Indians and will henceforth be revealed to man, in perpetuity. Man is a divine being residing in a physical body. He is the Self, the divine Atman, shining with radiance and full of infinite bliss, wisdom, and freedom. The original sin the Christians keep imagining that they see everywhere is merely the huge parcel of baggage that we all carry with us from our days as animals, striding about on earth without a care, killing and being killed, stealing and being stolen from, without repercussion. These things are all right for animals, but man must embrace his native divinity and live in accordance with it to retain the right to remain on earth as a human being. If he is evil and sinful, the Father righteously throws his soul back into the animal realm, there to remain until he is deemed sufficiently reformed. This is the hell Jesus spoke of, and it is real. It does not last forever, but it can last a billion years or more, for many are the animal souls eager for their chance to become human. The Father is fair, and gives many a chance while those who have ruined their opportunity stew and fret, oinking where before they spoke, trotting where before they walked, learning the error of their ways. Jesus spoke from compassion to simple, primitive minds, and His speech has kept many from this hell, and thus He is rightly called the Savior of mankind. For those recently arisen from animals, it is enough to stay out of hell. For those who are more spiritually evolved, this is never enough. Such people yearn for the vision of God, and wish to make efforts to grow closer to God and to become godly themselves. The mind may be purified of all sinful tendencies through spiritual practice. Christians do not believe this, but I laugh at them for this is what they are doing every time they follow one of Jesus’ injunctions, such as the one to love your neighbor as yourself. “Sure, Christians, sure. Such behavior has no effect at all upon your soul. It just increases your chances of going to heaven. Well I hope you enjoy yourself, because I will not be there!”
Jesus did speak of heaven, and this is also real. Every Christian I have ever met utterly ignores His statement that the kingdom of heaven is within us. Truly, no Christian understands anything that Jesus said, for He was a divine being and spoke with divine authority. No human can understand a God, although the illumined become fit to make an attempt. “What you do not understand, ignore. Surely some priest, somewhere, understands it and that is good enough.” This is the motto of the Christian. They take no responsibility for themselves, but allow the priests to interpret everything. They have no hunger for the real, living Lord. They are all but dead inside, but being honest Christians they likely will stay out of hell and be allowed to continue in their slow, plodding and insipid ways. Heaven is nothing other than the attainment of illumination. Jesus knew this; how could He not know, and say what He said? He also said that man was to be perfect, even as the Father in heaven is perfect. I have heard an ugly interpretation of this as meaning that we cannot ever hope to become perfect, but must wallow in our inherently sinful nature like pigs in slop. No. Jesus meant that man can become perfect, a divine being. Man can become Christ-like in truth, although he cannot become Christ who is a true God. Jesus set man’s foot upon the spiritual path, and the earnest followers of His travel on this path although they are completely misinformed about their destination and their minds are closed to any other interpretation than that heaven is a spiritual place full of golf courses and tennis courts, sort of like retirement. This is what they really believe! Or I have heard it said that in heaven we will “commune with God.” Well, why not commune with Him right now? The Hindu scriptures give clear instructions, and the Christian scriptures vague instructions, on how to do just this. Oh, but that is right. The Christian philosophy is to let Jesus take care of all such minor details as this: “We will just sit and wait for Him, like good sheep. We are indeed not thinking, rational men but sheep. Who understands this East-West dichotomy? Why should I even concern myself with it? Are the Hindus my brothers? No, they are among the lost. God is not intelligent enough to start more than one religion; there is no way He could be wise and powerful enough to work such a complex subterfuge upon His creatures.” Well, my Christian friends who hate me, you may indeed find out about God’s intelligence, although it is all between you and the Father. I know that He smiles upon me with delight from time to time; can you say as much?
Oh yes. You may wonder why I chose the screen name jayceeii, when my name is Kurt. It is a hotmail address, and jayceei was already taken. Top