Mindful Nazis or Where Does the Poop Go?

 

Is it possible to be an enlightened asshole? A super-aware, conscious psychopath? The two aren't mutually exclusive. And does that mean you are for sure, absolutely "going to hell?" I mean, if you are aware of the full scope and intent of your uncompassionate, selfish acts and are OK with it, "letting all things be as they are," so to speak? Simple awareness of being aware (and what you are aware of is that you are a jerk). Ignorance cannot be pleaded, I'm guessing.

Is guilt imputed by a jury of one's peers? If so, how far out does one's peer group extend? I mean, are you just being judged by other Nazis? Can you select your own jury? Or is there another, higher entity that gets involved when one's conscience is inoperative, or operates outside of certain parameters? Maybe one is not really aware until one feels the results of their actions from every other viewpoint in the universe. Is that the life review we are told about in the big book of karmic fairy tales?

I'm not totally discrediting fairy tales. Someone, at some point may have seen some fairies and just had to tell about it. Show me the boot prints, I'll give them a look.

I'm going back to my vacuuming. This was an exercise in futility. For anyone waiting for me to have a single thought worth a damn, sorry. It wasn't today.

"And another thing," as my wife was fond of saying. You may be familiar with the new age-y saying that "we are all unique expressions of the divine"  or some such drivel. So, without getting into free will or any of that at the moment, let's just examine this statement. Does this mean that my idiotic ravings or the pathetic way I live my life is a manifestation of the infinite, majestic Source? And is he/she/it OK with it?

The Christian perspective would let God take the credit for all the good in the world and lay the blame for all the other unpleasantness on the sin of man. Glorious sunsets, rainbows and waterfalls, that's all Me. Poop and baby killing, well, you ate the apple, baby. Bad on you and that evil snake. If you hadn't done that, you could have lived forever in the garden, eaten the fruit of all the other trees, and there would magically be no poop to fuck up your idea of paradise.

(So, did God invent the asshole before or after the Fall? He's getting credit for it either way, in my book.)

The Buddhist would skirt the issue saying, well, none of it is real anyway. You were never born, and so, you never die. You, as a separate you, do not exist. No harm, no foul. It's just a dream, a nice interesting story, all parts are being played by the Infinite awareness. So, this is God hitting himself, then. Why are you hitting yourself, God, huh? Why? Do you like that? How 'bout that?

So, if we are all these unique expressions of God, then the Source has got some pretty messed up role playing fantasies going on. Such a voyeuristic, masturbatory entity, this All-that-is fellow. I declare this universe's experiment with infinite possibilities to be a failure. I would like it to conclude now, and I want the perpetrator to be held accountable.

Thank you,
The management.