What is Holy? And how does Cosmetic Surgery play into it?

 

Ah, good question, my friend.  And you began by wondering what the Grateful Dead meant by ‘Holy’.

First I shall have to speak of GOD.   However, to avoid all the baggage of that term, let’s shift a bit… to G.O.D… or Grand Organizing Design.   To start with, I have always felt that I was part of something much bigger than myself and, like most, I felt awe looking at the stars at night, amazed at the occasional glimpse of the aurora borealis when a boy in my small town in Masssachusetts.   And awe looking over the roaring… or even the placid ocean through the fog in Cape Cod.   And once, when I was perhaps four years old, I saw God’s Face in the sky but it was gone when I was able to get my mother out of the house to see it.  “Clouds?” she asked.  No.  I knew.  And I never forgot.

Religion per se, with its absurd ‘Us, not Them’ view has had no appeal.  Only since having become an Elder has my view become deeper.

 

I am impressed with what I once read that every one of our billions, perhaps even trillions, of cells in our body had the cell wall as its brain and that there were, in that wall, ten thousand chemical interactions … per second.  It was a Holy Shit! Moment.  And then when I realized that almost regardless of where one placed the electrodes on the body, we can still get an EKG reading.   How did the current get to the skin… all over?  Straight shot. Passing through every single cell on its way.  That means to me that every single cell in the body gets a message from the heart.   Perhaps the same thing from the weaker EEG… And then the question came up,  And what of the gut-gram?  And what of the myograms?

I live inside the conclusion that every single cell, even the cells of the matrix of the nail of my little toe, knows what every cell in the body is doing.  Wow! Another ‘Holy Shit!”

 

Another piece of obscure science completed the link for me… if you Google, ‘How fast is ‘non-locality’… a physicist speaks of his work whereby he concludes that non-locality is faster than ten thousand times the speed of light,  “… perhaps 125,000 times faster.”   Holy Shit, once more.

Sure, that’s at the micro level.  But, as the wise men across the centuries knew… “As above, so below.”  Or, to put it crudely, if it’s true for the electron, it’s true for the elephant… and for man… and it just gotta be true for the whole f….g cosmos.    Now that’s a real Holy Shit!

One more piece… we descended from some teeny creature, not even yet a creature, in some prehistoric time…thence to complicated molecules, to single cell organisms, to multi-celled things … and on and on… to you and me.  And don’t forget the evolution of our inner organs.   Smart ones, full of cooperation… full of knowledge… full of timing… real intelligence.And the most amazing part is that the pancreas never makes war on the spleen.   Holy shit, Jesus Jumpin H. Christ all fucking Mighty!   And Moses too!

So, for me, the whole thing is all of a piece.   Everything connected.  Across all space. Across all time, probably.  And somehow it’s all connected.   And that’s more than our minds can hold… at least it is more than our individual mind can hold.   Except, to my way of thinking there is no such thing as an individual mind… that’s merely a human construct… a distinction of limited value. There is only Mind, with a capital.  And it is the same thing across the cosmos.  It is a Field, if you like that term better.

So… back to Holy.  What’s Holy?  Everything… from electrons to blades of grass to the night sky.  To You.  To Me.    And where is this G.O.D. to be seen?  Everywhere!  Every fucking where!

 

And not just outside and ‘up there’ but also inside and just everywhere.  And why don’t we know this?  Because, though we might have been born with that profound inner understanding, our juvenile culture whacks it out us.  As fast as possible.

Now  was what the Dead were thinking when they spoke of ‘holy’?    I don’t know… but seems reasonable.

Cosmetic surgery….how does that fit?  Ah, for me, it too is a holy task for it empowers people.  It has them feel better about themselves, more resistant to our culture which disempowers them with words like ‘compare’, ugly, too….(fill in the blank with old, stupid, slow, homely, awkward,   etc.  You know that shit.   And you know what people tell you after cosmetic surgery.  That’s why I do it. That’s why you do it.

Holy… yes, indeed.  It is an honorable and even holy gift we make.   And sometimes we, can with pride and good conscience, even name it as ….Holy

 

I am also enclosing a piece I wrote… or maybe it was Holy-writ through me …  called The Elders Prayer.   Those prayers suck that we have for the age of youth – “Now I lay me down to sleep”…. And the” Lord’s Prayer” for adults.… well, do I dare say that it also sucks?  Well, yeah…   But this one, the Elder’s Prayer… well, I think it’s got a lot going for it.   Try it out.

 

With love,

Harvey

 

 

 

My Amazon Review of Dean Walker’s book, The Impossible Conversation: Choosing Reconnection and Resilience At the End of Business as Usual

Disclaimer:  I have purchased and read the book.  I am a friend of the author and he acknowledged me upfront for a modest financial contribution to its professional editing.

That being said, he has asked me to review The Impossible Conversation.  I have agreed to review it with integrity and honor.

I did not want to read this book.  You will not want to read it either.  And, yet, you must, we must.  It is not a book to be overlooked, to be ignored.  Nor is its messages to be, as Walker puts it, ‘overridden’ even as we are ignoring (overriding) the warnings of our scientists and visionaries. Our future generations, if any, will read  it and they will be aghast at its accuracy and its insight and will be outraged that their ancestors did not wake up.

I am in agreement with the author’s assertion that we are at the end of our western culture of business-as-usual.

We are at the inevitable end of our culture’s assumption thatwe can have infinite progress in a finite world.  We have ongoingly and foolishly damaged our nest too much. We, as the author points out with clarity, backing up his multiple assertions with deadly accuracy, no longer have a series of problems to be solved. Rather we have a set of predicaments.  And predicaments, by their very nature, are insoluble.

He, as I, believe that our culture has spun its course and that our very near future will be an abyss.  While his main thrust is the damage done by corporations and his main concern is that of man-created climate change, there are other possible scenarios that could trigger our downward plunge. He could have said more about these but chose not to extend the length of the book by doing so.

The main thrust of his book, however, is not upon our demise.  Rather it is upon the question, How shall we live in the face of these predicaments? It is a book that speaks to joy and to personal responsibility. It powerfully speaks to reconnection with our Deeper Self … with Others … and with Earth itself.

This is a transformative book.  And transformation is difficult work… work we would rather not do. Be bold, be daring, do it anyway. The Impossible Conversation will support your work.   Our future, your future requires it.

I suggest you read the book in pieces, perhaps a chapter at a time.   It will be well worth your while.  And your descendants will be glad you did.