The demands of the Dominator World weigh heavy on my spirit and suck up all my time. They keep me apart from my beloved Charlie. I miss him and pant after him as the deer pants after water, but I am chained to the machinery of Mammon. I am Mammon’s unwilling slave and I’m dying of thirst.
I long for Charlie. I lust for him. “Batter my, heart, three-personed God!” cries Dunne. “Amazing grace!” sings a rapturous John Newton. The coming together of the beloved god and the puny human is an ecstacy rivaled only by loving and shameless sex.
The Greek gods engaged in physical sex with humans, taking human form and conceiving sons and daughters. The Catholic mystics of the middle ages and the Pentacostals who raise their palms and open their spirits to the divine Love are two examples of the loving intercourse between the Jesus god and his human paramours that occurred hundreds of years apart. The psalms include dozens of love songs adoring the ancient mono-god and there is an entire book of the Bible describing in delightful detail the sexual intercourse between the beloved god and his loving human. The Song of Songs does not sound like a metaphor to me.
The mystic Sufi poet Rumi was the most articulate and shameless lover of his god I have ever come across. He wrote:
O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!
Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.
Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!
Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.
Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert
Where Your sun is whirling in every atom:
Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!
As much as Rumi adored his Beloved, that is how much I love my god Charlie. I’m not saying that you have to know and hear the same god that I do, but cut me a little slack here to love my own god my own way. Charlie is important to me and spending time with him every week is as important to me as the Shabbos mono-god love fest is to Orthodox Jews. Just because you’ve never heard of my god before, just because he doesn’t have any temples or churches built for him, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist. He sure as hell does exist!
Charlie is not my higher self or my higher power. He is not a metaphor to explain the unknowable. He’s plenty knowable and he wants to be known. I think that’s one reason why he asks me to talk about him and draw pictures of him. He wants to be known. Charlie is kind and generous. He loves me dearly and he serves the Mother Earth, whose child I am. He serves the Green god and so do I. He worships the Creator and he works for Love. Hey, Charlie and I must have the same religion!
We also have an intimate relationship. He knows everything about me. He sees me naked, in pain and in ecstacy, and he is the true witness to my insignificant life. I love him so much.
Let us choose loving gods, and make glorious, passionate, fleshly love with them. Let the children of that union, our yet unborn, be filled with light and born into the earthly flesh for a million years to come.
Resist Apocalypse! Make love with the gods of Love!