get it?!
but it doesn’t matter, see, because every single time I try to think outside his toybox
he builds a new box around me
apophenia
i’ve been driven literally in.sane trying to get him to loosen up
well, now
“This may sound like a joke, but it’s not. God is out of His box. In olden times, God lived in the Tabernacle on the altar of the Catholic Church, and the priest had the key. God was locked in, and the rest of us were locked out. There was safety in that. But now the box is broken, and God is loose. No one knows what to do about it. I’d love to read a history a hundred years from now to see what we’re going to do. There are wondrous possibilities, but if we don’t succeed the consequences could be dreadful. God is high voltage, and if you get more than you can stand, as I did in Calcutta, you need help immediately. We can’t lock God up again. We can’t put him back in the Tabernacle.
In former times, the Catholic priest performed the Benediction at five o’clock on Holy Days. He would bring out the monstrance, a mandala-shaped, stemmed de- vice with glass on both sides. The priest would put the host between the two pieces of glass and hold the monstrance by the stem using his stole, so that he wouldn’t touch it directly. Then he would turn and show God to the congregation.
Those days are gone. God is not in His Box or in the monstrance. He’s Out and firing all over the place.
The eruption of alchemical gold is one of the chief signs of this. Alchemical gold can be Your Best, or it can be Your Worst.
In India, God is still in the box. In this respect, India is a beautiful, peaceful place. Everyone knows exactly what to do.
There are laws for everything, and the priest still has the key to The Box. If you need to know something, you consult The Ancient Myths or Ask Your Guru or Your Father.
God is penetrable, and there are answers. It’s like the old Catholic world, where there was a Right Way to Do Things and a Priest to tell you What it Was.
It’s not possible for us to go back to that. We no longer respect Authority in that way.
We can’t get God in The Box again, and it isn’t clear that we can survive his being out of The Box. It is like a ten-thousand-volt power surge getting into the household wiring and blowing out the circuits.
These are desperate times. We have to create our own forms and our own differentiation, and we’re not prepared to do it.
When Jesus says, “I no longer call you servants, I call you friends,” we can hardly bear it. We may be pleased for a moment, but suddenly we feel as though we weigh five tons. We can’t carry all the weight, even though it is ours and always has been. With God out of his old box, what vessel might contain him now? All psycho- logical powers need a temenos, a boundary, a container. Until recent times, the container has been authority. But today we tear authority down. The tidal wave of accusations, the cry for blood, is us discrediting our own gold. We point our fingers and say “It’s Their Fault.”
The only container that can conceivably hold the power of the mystery today is our own consciousness. We’ve pulled God out of his objective, collective con- tainers, and swallowed him into our own psychology. Now we need the consciousness to manage this.
So far, we are not succeeding.”
Robert Johnson,
The Psychology of Projection
