The basic premise of this blog is to advance the idea that an alternate human reality exists. It is a reality of thought without substance, boundless in dimension, and unbound by time or space. It is this alternate reality that man has attempted to interface with for many thousands of years. It is a reality that has been called Heaven, Home, The Garden, the Garden of Paradise, Nirvana, the Holy Field, The Nut Orchard, and literally dozens of other names.
The purposes of man seeking to interface with this alternate reality has been varied, but the basis for this particular discussion is man's purpose of obtaining supernatural knowledge, power, and strength to wield against his fellow man.
The problem with such interfacing (man/Heaven) is that the human mind, when having again returned to earthly life after the experience, is separated from "Heaven." He no longer has the expanded consciousness that he had in Heaven. He is ill prepared to conceptually deal with the Knowledge contained within this alternate reality (with the complexities of the Tree of Knowledge). Such interfacing is akin to an old desktop computer (representing man's brain) melding with a super computer (Heaven). The tiny computer, once returned to earthly reality, becomes extremely confused, confounded, and oddly fragged.
Allow me a moment to weave a true story into the premise, so to perhaps explain where I'm going with this. In the early 1980's, I was in a downtown post office picking up the office mail. It's one of those Federal Buildings, built in the 1920's- Corner stone with Masonic emblem, architectural features intended to speak to brother Mason's covertly and speak to the uninitiated subliminally. Granite columns, 200 foot main hallway, 30 foot vaulted ceilings, granite floors and walls, steel mailbox doors- you know the kind of building.... built to look solid and to built to last until Y3K. Anyway.......
I was in the main hallway where all the sounds of activity echoed loudly. I heard a tiny kitten screaming at the top of his lungs. I looked in the direstion of the crying cat and my eyes locked with the eyes of a young girl. She was holding a tiny kitten to her chest and she noticed my glance. She also noticed my furrowed brow. She walked right up to me and asked, "Would you hold him while I get some stamps?"
Without thinking or answering, I took the animal from her as she explained that its mother had been run over and killed. I was looking at kitten for a moment- couple of fleas, umbilical cord almost shriveled, eyes still sealed shut from birth. It squirmed and cried strongly as I held it to my chest. It was then that I looked up to see that the young girl had disappeared. I had been had..... and I felt like I must have had a sign hovering above me saying, "Village Idiot."
About 4 weeks later, my little "Caboose" (the kitten had taken to following me everywhere in my apartment) he was on his back, holding a toy baby bottle on his own and sucking on a much too chewed nipple. I noticed that his bedding was beginning to smell a lot like "cat" and decided there and then that I would have to teach the young-un to use a litter box. Something I assumed his mom would have done had she lived.
I put a large pie pan with low sides on the tile floor in the bathroom and filled it with litter. I put Caboose in the middle of the pan and started to sit on the floor next to him.... to wait until he showed any signs of urgency. Caboose immediately looked facinated with the litter. He sniffed it and studied it for a moment, then began to circle around in the pan. I couldn't believe it. The dern cat seemed to "know" what to do on his own. He stopped his circling and DUG A HOLE! A perfect hole. He then did the unexpected.... He climbed out onto the tile floor, turned to his freshly dug, perfect hole and just stared at it intently. It was then that I noticed that he was piddling on the floor. He then climbed back into the pan and covered up the hole.
And that brings us to the problem of the Tree of Knowledge, There is something that could be called the "serpent's thorn" in the Tree. It is downloaded (implanted with the knowledge) in man's unconscious. This "thorn" has definite purpose: to twist the truth in man's mind... to cast doubts....to give all a negative spin and basically.....lie. To put it another way, the serpent's thorn is the fabled "bringer of light" .... or better put.... the bringer of darkness from the light. It's function is to make man "piddle out of the pan." By any name, this thorn has brought immense suffering, pain, and death to all mankind.
Oh, by the way, Cabosse lived a long and happy life.... as an OUTSIDE cat.
