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