Oh,, this was great. I. pulled up my Greek Pissing Boy and just said Piss On It, and laughed. My Zen Sermon was on Jesus and the Greek Pissing Boy. When we feel the suffering of the Cross, when we are just hanging there and can’t get off no matter how hard we struggle. Like tight hanging knot, the cross will not let us go as long as we struggle, and then the wound in our side and the vinegar on our lips, the bleeding and the thirst of being crucified, of being a victim, of being lost with no hope of being found….Oh, the suffering…which BTW the Buddha said life was…So how can I get off this damned Cross?

And then comes the Greed Pissing Boy to the rescue. Just Piss on it, he says with a great laugh. BAM…laughter is my being found, laughter is my resurrection. But the laugher comes from the act of just Pissing on it. But you can’t have one without the other if you want to get off the Cross. You can’t just piss on everything, and you can’t be serious about everything..you have to be pissing serious! You have to be laughingly serious! You have to put the two hands together…and this requires the magical act of keeping and letting go at the same time. Here is the Alchemy of Christ. The magic of the Eucharist. The Joy in Suffering, the Suffering in Joy…the Lost and the Found are One. When the Lost and Found are One, that is heaven. If there is just one thought separating them, that is Hell.

What is the single thought that separates being Found from being Lost? What is the single thought that divides Heaven from Hell? What is the single thought that exiles us from the Garden of Unity, the unity of being Found/Lost. It is the iThought, the thought of ME. The inception of the Me Thought breeds an army of thoughts, each happening in the nail on my cross. I crucify myself with these nails of thought and the divine between Heaven and Hell, unity and separation grows as wide as the cosmos. If I could just find that Me Thought, the original nail, I would be free. But, woe is me, I can’t find that nail…I just can’t nail it.

When a breakthrough is immanent, when it is time for you to come down from your Cross, the Moment will intersect as seemingly disconnected events around you, in your stream of life like suddenly appearing life rafts. When it is time for you to stop drowning, life raft messages of release will pop to the surface. Movies, books, mundane evens, something you notice, all are interconnected to the great awakening of the Soul. The conscious mind governed by the Little Me does not connect the events, does not draw a line between the dots so see what picture they are revealing. But the awakening Soul notices and tags the moment. it is only in awakening, however, that the Soul recalls all those pointers that the Little Me dismissed. In the rear view mirror one can see the clues that the Soul has been following. The Divine Hand is evident when the Soul awakens and see the totality of its life instead of the fragments of the Little Me’s broken reality.