Wednesday, March 20, 2013
world of physical pain - it's why we're here - spirit condensing
Creation Press published in paperback. It was the 'story' of an artist the resurrected sum total of whose psycho-figurative art comes back and loves him too hard. The camp tagline was "Love is pain, begging for death."
Paul Kasparek, that was the artist's name, and boy did he suffer - no sexual perversion was ever enough for his enigmatic Jane Doe. At about the same time a lovely film called Hellraiser, by scouse artist/writer Clive Barker, came out. And it seemed to be exploring the theme of this post, though in far more graphic detail than I'll go into, this time. It was a horror film, but only now, twenty five years later has its true meaning filtered through to this writer's mind.
If we look at all the pain and suffering in the world, we can understand where such a blatant pleasureland orgasm-festival might come from (no pun intended) - imagine you were 'in spirit'. You have access to all the spiritual knowledge of your legacy, and everything's smooth as silk. Good, well. What you don't have is the rich emotional tapestry that Earthlings share; the physical good as well as the physical bad. Sure, you'd wanna 'come visit' and 'enjoy the ride' - maybe you'll come more than once, maybe it becomes a DRUG among the cogniscenti?
God (any depiction of such) will never intervene in Human Suffering because THAT IS WHY WE'RE HERE: not the suffering bit, per se, but the experiencing of having a physical form driven by nerves. This 'quest for pain' (and pleasure, and everything inbetween that constitutes 'physical existence') is what drives our road trip on this strange almost-prototype rock-with-an-atmosphere in the middle of nowhere. I'm not trying to say, "We're all masochists," 'cos we're not; some of us are sadists. And all flavours of sensation-ist in between. What I am saying is, "Isn't it obvious," that one of the real kicks of such a physical plane as our Earth is this ability to FEEL? You know, stimulated nerves and glorious sexual release and all that madness. Yes, I think the sexual urge and the physical sensation of pain are one and the same thing i.e. GOLD DUST TO A SPIRIT, obviously.
Or else, why bother condensing at all? Eh?