On January 11th, 2016, I started a daily practice of writing a joke meditation of the day called Cracked Pot Meditations. I was still recovering from the treatment of cancer, and I was having very challenging cognitive issues, so I chose just to put something simple and easy to write every day. Posting it to the blog allowed me to have some accountability. Some of those meditations were poorly written and unedited. I have gone back and begun editing these and adding an illustration, starting with the April 27th meditation. I hope you enjoy.
Meditation for June 7th
Scorched Earth
Much spiritual literature talks about sacred places where the spirit world is strong and the fabric between here and the supernatural world is thin. We are the pilgrims who travel to Stonehenge and the Pyramids to try to feel the energy. To perform powerful magic, we must find a place where the fabric between here and there is thin.
We never hear about the Scorched Earth. These are places where the spirit world can not or will not enter. Pray and meditate all you want, practice the rituals, cast as many spells as possible, and ward the area with as many crystals as possible. However, the very fabric between the spirit and material worlds is a solid stone wall. At one point, it may have been thinner, but man has a way of destroying anything magical and whimsical to monetize all resources.
Here are some places that angels, spirits, or the force cannot penetrate.
In a car
Driving puts you in a cage of metal that uses gas explosions to hurdle down huge slabs of stone near other metal cages doing the same thing. You are in constant fear, in steady flight or fight. You are subconsciously knowing you are always on the verge of death, so you are unable to reach for divine intervention.
Driving a car is the most selfish act a man can do. The car has covered the earth with roads, cul-de-sacs, and strip malls, where the divine cannot penetrate.
San Jose, California
This is weird because San Jose, California, has been named the New Age capital of the world, but all the crystals, yoga shalas, and herb stores only produce emptiness. The only God in the area is the Golden Calf (money) hidden as a philanthropic movement. Technology has stolen everyone’s good nature.
The people of San Jose have moved to other cities and are trying to recreate San Jose there. They wish to cover the Earth with glass steel cages that rise into the heavens, mocking the gods and dooming us to hubris.
Near a screen that is on.
Whether it be a TV, a computer, or a mobile phone, you have killed all the spirit molecules in the air around you, leaving you completely spiritually bankrupt.
Only demons and poltergeists can use the screen as a gateway to this plane of existence.
Screens are used to keep one’s mind from wondering about the world around one, to ask deep philosophical questions, and to seek the advice of the oracles who speak on behalf of the gods. The internet is now the new Tower of Babel, but it is too powerful for the gods to knock down.
Just get a newspaper. Read a fucking book.
Seattle, Washington
See San Jose, California.
Add rain.
Suburbs.
Suburbs are outlying areas that surround a city. In ancient times, villages and hamlets were outside the castle walls. Suburbs straddle the worlds between Man’s Civilization and Mother Nature’s realm. Nature eats away in the old suburbs while man makes more and more suburbs, destroying nature there. To live in a suburb, one usually expends a considerable amount of energy to leave for work or culture.
These areas used to be magical and known as perfect places to have shrines to the old gods. Still, cars made it so a person can choose to live an hour (two and a half with traffic) from where they work, and great majestic forests were torn from the soil to make place for cookie-cutter, poorly built homes one inch from each other. Sometimes you can walk into the living room that isn’t used for anything but a showcase of the woman of the house’s interior decoration skills she learned from TV, and hear the spirits cry.
The suburbs are like huge chasms or scars where nothing divine can bloom. These are the wastelands.
Live in the country or the city. You can’t do both.
Boston, Massachussetts
See San Jose and Seattle.
People move to the West Coast from the East Coast, and this is especially true of people from Boston, expats, who say they miss living in a place where there is history. I remind them, you mean white European history, right? Well, that European history made a mockery of the swamp gods that resided around that area and was stomped into a fine paste by people who for some reason defend a place they hate so much so only a demon disguised as a god who demands His children be sexually molested as worship of his sick twisted ego.
This place is the absolute opposite of a spiritual place. People leave that city forgetting that there is a need for higher powers. How wonder this is the home of America’s banks, it is a godless curse on the entire Earth.
You can visit one of their consulates anywhere in the world. They are called Dunking Donuts, Dunkin’ Donuts, Dunks, DD, or now just the D. Be careful going to get the D, the gods aren’t there.
Some other examples of Scorched Earth where nothing spiritual can grow are Costco, golf courses, gyms, in a long line for brunch, anywhere dogs aren’t allowed, breweries that allow children, Dave and Buster’s, After midnight and before 9:30, at the couple who hosts board game nights’ place, and Israel.
Look for the thin boundaries between reality and the spirit world. That is where you will find spiritual medicine and fulfillment. When we worship at the shrines and the altars, the gods hear us, but when we are cocooned in man’s hubris, we are ignored and remain on this giant rock hurtling through space for no reason.