The Vision of the Great Illumination
God is absolutely pre-established.
There is no power or capacity that exists as a cause to God.
(If there could be a cause to God, that cause would then be God).
What was previously considered to be God, will be understood as fragmentary, biased, and not-God.

God can also be expressed as light or illumination.
Nothing else shines on this light; it shines on everything.
We do not gaze on this light from afar.
To experience it, we realize the emanation of this light is merged with our own self-existence.

A person who has befriended their own nature, is self-aware and self-illuminated.
He or she will have no cause they can point to for their peace of mind (except for the primordial cause).
They have retired from the battle zones of the ego.
Their development prioritized appreciating their illumination totally.
This required a life’s work of understanding confusion, regrets, and self-deception.
All that was understood, was also abandoned.
What remains is a steadiness, wherein the world appears to pass.

Supported by ads on TV, patients request specific meds; Doctors, who are paid by the hour to go patient to patient, have awareness of products, need a quick solution, prescribe med, voila, the deal is done. Rinse and repeat, billions are made for big Pharma, Doc gets through the day, shareholders are pleased.

Are we healed? Can we do better? Unknown — but intuition tells me we have to be able to do better.

On-the-ground solutions for healing in America have denigrated in essence, to a singular process: a Pharmaceutical salesman visits the General Practitioner’s Practice (which is by now usually a group of Doctors managed by a corporate management firm); the general practitioner physicians are distributed samples by the Big Pharma sales person; the free samples are dispensed to a few patients; and prescriptions are written. This immensely repeatable (and profitable to the Pharmaceutical companies) transaction is a prototype machined to be reproduced.

If anyone doubts this process, and thinks Docs live in an ivory tower, they are living in the 1950s. I’ve seen the sales people, if you haven’t — they are quite bold, and will even intrude on a procedure to make a sale. Does your favorite Doctor resist this intrusion into their office?

From what I’ve seen, no. The benefits to physicians are, the Doctor is able to effortlessly assign a treatment based on a readily available medication, and does not have to (during patient-heavy schedules) research medications. They can then proceed to the next patient, and do what they do, which is bill by the hour — but Big Pharmaceutical gets the real profit. Rinse and repeat, profits increase, hugely. Repeat this scenario in doctors offices across America, every patient, every town, every hour. Ca-ching, ca-ching, ca-ching, for the drug companies.

Supported by ads on TV, patients request specific medications; Doctors, who are paid by the hour to go patient to patient, have some vague awareness of products as “fits-the-bill-solutions” — entirely informed by the Big Pharma sales team — then Doc prescribes the med, and voila, the deal-by-the-hour is done.

Billions are made for big Pharma, and the Doc gets what? He/she gets through another patient-filled busy day. The shareholders however, are pleased. Actually they are more than pleased — they are ecstatic.

What about the patients? What do they get? Oh yeah, them — I mean, us, the average Jack and Jane. We end up with a bottle of pills — one with, if you read the labels, an agonizing number of side effects, side effects that very often contradict, or are even worse, than the original ailment (suicidal tendencies as a side effect of a pill for depression, for example).

Are we healed? Or did we, and our insurance, pay for a Pharmaceutical band-aid? Is our Doctor’s treatment for our health, actually a solution for shareholders? Is this just the best we can do for the human family, in a world owned by corporations? Must we see the world through a lens that perceives humanity as a world of middle-class-slipping-into-lower-class consumers?

The answer is unknown — but intuition tells me we could do a heck of a lot better.

Sometimes, I try to do something about it all, &
There’s a grunting, grinding movement forward.
Other times, I am pushing against an unmovable wall;
Futile!

Now I am pulsing like any other organic life,
I forgot my questions and doubt.
Any word I use to express myself is
Sighing into an empty hole.
Calculating my future experience,
A sparrow darting into the canyon.
Looking ahead, my quarters are
Spinning into dimes.

Watch it all fade away; watch.
No, not watching; turning.
Turning, I briefly see through my
Shadow’s window.

9,000 things are happening at once.

I don’t want to make anything specific … which makes it difficult … or maybe, easy.

I don’t want to make efforts and plan, move furniture around, or saw wood into pieces.

I don’t want to spend money on this, or research on the Internet.

I don’t want to practice for 10 years, and then give it to you.

I don’t want to find an agent, go to school, or consult an expert.

Saying all these things I don’t want to do, gets me a lot closer to what I want to give.

Can you sense it at all yet?