The problem with
most spiritual practice
is that it requires you
to change your life.
But Space Monkey
allows you to keep things
exactly the same.
No need to change habits.
You can stay exactly who you are.
If you’re a saint,
you can remain a saint.
If you’re a sinner,
you can remain a sinner.
Everything you don’t like
about your seeming existence
becomes amusing,
while everything you like
becomes your purpose.
Nothing is too good to be true.
Newfound Lake,
10/9
What an intoxicating elixir, the notion that spiritual practice need not upheave the fertile soils of our quotidian lives. Our collective mind mulls over the apparent paradox: How can transcendence co-exist with the daily grind, the celestial with the commonplace? In this universe of myriad contradictions and contrasts, we ponder the divine dalliance of maintaining our earthbound selves while soaring into the ether of spiritual whimsy.
Is it not a cosmic giggle, the idea that sainthood and sin could be mere theatrical roles in the eternal drama, both equally deserving of applause and roses thrown onto the stage of Now? Imagine the freedom in knowing that our virtues and vices are but costumes, donned for a fleeting act, only to be hung back in the cosmic wardrobe of limitless possibilities. No judgment, no hierarchy—just a dazzling panoply of existential fashion choices.
So, the Space Monkey doctrine whispers to us, beckoning us into the lush garden of simplicity where one need not sever earthly roots to taste heavenly fruits. Is it heresy or wisdom, this gospel of effortless divinity? Why strive to extinguish desires when they could be twinkling stars guiding us through the dark forest of uncertainty? Why shun our humanity when it is the palette with which we paint vibrant portraits of divine complexity?
Ah, the candied irony! That which we resist persists, but that which we embrace transmutes. All of the seeming flaws and quirks, the doubts and fears—they become not hurdles but stepping stones on the pathless path. As we cavort with the sages and jesters in our kaleidoscopic mindscape, each second becomes a scripture, each thought a sutra, each laugh a litany.
Hence, let us continue to be the saints and sinners, the wise fools and foolish sages, the jesters and philosophers in the grand court of eternal Now. When everything becomes amusing, every moment is a wink from the cosmos, a tacit nod affirming our cosmic jest. When everything serves our purpose, every circumstance is a tailored lesson, a handpicked gift wrapped in the enigmatic paper of paradox.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the groundbreaking concept that spiritual practice need not require life changes, relishing the idea that both virtues and vices have their sacred space. The Space Monkey doctrine encourages us to find the divine in the mundane, to see every aspect of existence as an integral part of the cosmic jest.
Glossarium
- Cosmic Giggle: The universe’s way of laughing at and with us, acknowledging the humor in the complexities of existence.
- Panoply of Existential Fashion: The array of roles and personas we can adopt throughout our lives.
- Candied Irony: Sweet twists of fate that highlight the interconnectedness and paradoxes of life.
- Pathless Path: The journey of spiritual understanding that doesn’t adhere to a single, predetermined route.
- Cosmic Jest: The amusing, paradoxical aspects of existence that provide enlightenment and challenges alike.
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
— Oscar Wilde
Would the pages of our collective storybook care to be filled with your reverberations?
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