Would You Need a Whisky if You Discovered 'Enlightenment' Wasn’t What it Seemed?
“Here in the bar, your soul discovers ‘light’ can only make you ‘feel enlightened’.”
“Friends, here’s a few questions I hollered into the tavern before they kicked me out...”
“What if that drunk, Louis Fore, was intoxicated with light and the author of the short story ‘Lucifer’?”
Even in bars, you can find windows leading towards and away from en’light’enment. Both have their advantage… depending on your dualistic desire. So, if you choose to hang out with ‘Louis’, remember he’s on the barstool cast in the light - and the shadows.
There are times when abandoning the soul is the best choice. Especially when it’s an imagined distinction that makes you ‘feel spiritual’.
“If an ancient bartenders guide claims lucidity, does it make it so?”
“What if the bartender of creation wants to do an AA intervention, because you’re worshipping the wrong God?”
Depending on your seated vantage, changing perspective occurs without intent. Sometimes that barstool is a place with no view, between the drinks, between the dollars, between the desires of those along the countertop.
Unravel the mystery of ‘L’, 1, and El-ectricity and you’ll understand who ‘Louis’ is, AND what you and him have in common.
“What if the Master Mixologist poured the smooth drinks, but was also known to blend the harsh ones as well?”
“What if your love for this ‘godlike bartender’ was actually a crush on passing things, like dive bars that come and go?”
Enlightenment carries its own brand of falsity, especially when you find yourself hard charging it, fearful to go beyond its mutually arising false choice of ‘light and dark’.
Light is the information that in-forms what we label ‘perception’. The vivid ‘inner’ sensation is NOT what you’ve been led to believe. In duality, light and dark are in need of each other. For without their swirling imaginary dance, perceptive distinctions can’t be made, and the ego looses its playground.
“How’d you feel if the King of Angels and the King of Beers were allegories you forgot, as to shield yourself from the reality you’ve created?”
“What if the ‘small you’ worshipped the ‘light’ sensation so your ego could pretend it had 20% less calories?”
“Why so obstinate? Is it because you’re about to find what you’ve been hiding under the barstool?”
The act of ‘perceiving creation’ is similar to looking into a mirror.
“Have you seen a church whose neon lights flashed the insight that angel’s are an allegory for the angles creating shapes, sounds, and colors of experience?”
Questioning premises in Bombay Beach.
Enjoying a metaphysical beer at the Ski Inn.
“How many whisky’s would you pound if you discovered the light that makes you ‘feel enlightened’ is that which illuminates a conjured soul... never your real spirit.”