Thursday, April 10, 2008

The Spiritual Love of George W. Bush

The gauntlet has been thrown:
shall I conclude that this level of contempt and loathing (which stops shy of hate, dictionary definitions notwithstanding) is in fact an expression of your deep, heartfelt spiritual love for George and Dick and Karl?
Pretty Lady was afraid of this day. She knew it was coming. She knew, that one day, she was going to have to come clean. She knew that it wasn't going to be pretty; she knew the risks she was running. But she's going to have to do it. She's going to have to attempt to articulate, describe and define Spiritual Love.

Have pity upon her.

For Spiritual Love is at once the most glorious thing that can befall a seemingly individuated consciousness, and the thing most likely to get her mocked out of court. It is indescribable in any terms except the most hackneyed, clich├ęd and overtly risible.

So let us begin.

First of all, let us make clear what Spiritual Love is not. It is not a feeling. It is not 'deep.' It is not attended by any elements of personal attraction, admiration, judgment, intellectual affinity, or personal engagement at all. It may give rise to these things, but in essence it is utterly independent of them.

What Spiritual Love is, is a direct perception of the essential, transcendent perfection of another, and his or her unity with both one's perceived self and the rest of the universe.

By 'direct perception,' Pretty Lady means that it is simply obvious; as obvious as the stapler on her desk. One may describe the attributes of the stapler; it is black, dusty, and bears the word 'Swingline' in script upon its hood. One may thus, by describing these attributes, offer some evidence that one's perceptions are genuine. This description, however, is divorced from the perception itself.

Pretty Lady has been fortunate enough to wallow in this direct perception, upon a handful of occasions in her life. She doesn't talk about them often, because people Don't Get It. She doesn't expect them to, but it gets wearying all the same, being confronted with such universal non-comprehension.

She has found, however, that when such occasional miracles of perception occur, they briefly seem to make some sort of inchoate communication possible. In fact, she rather suspects that without some aspect of grace, communication between people is not possible; therefore she tries to avoid getting into conversations with people like George, Dick and Karl, unless prompted by a musing from her Higher Self.

Because, although one's own perceptions may be soaring upon a transcendent plane, it is still clear that theirs aren't. They still perceive all the crusty egoistic filth surrounding their souls to be, not only real, but their own essential natures; therefore their actions remain consistent with the filth, and not with the light within.

In communicating with such persons, then, one may use any device suggested by one's expanded access to all the knowledge in the universe in order to get a message across. Crucial among these devices are Timing and Tone; Content is always and fundamentally Love, but Harsh Chastisement may indeed be the cloak for this essential message. It all depends upon the situation.

So, in answer to your question: No. Pretty Lady's contempt and loathing for the egoistic, small-minded, self-serving, unloving actions of George, Dick and Karl is not particularly a deep expression of Spiritual Love. It is a function of her own crusty brown and largely untranscended Ego, plus a hefty dollop of ordinary, grounded Common Sense. Should she one day be inspired to go to the White House and deliver a Holy Spirit Express, however, you shall be the first to know about it.


The Aardvark said...

Should she one day be inspired to go to the White House and deliver a Holy Spirit Express, however, you shall be the first to know about it.

Haw! You make me giggle.

I would pay serious shekels to see that.

Pretty Lady said...

Aardvark! You may have solved my financial difficulties. Perhaps I shall have a Waiting by the Phone for the Holy Spirit to Call Blog-a-thon, and visit the White House once a certain sum has been received!

The Aardvark said...

I can print the shirts!

Income streams. INCOME STREAMS!