The Basis of the Dream , the Nightmare, and the Potluck Dinner, is GOOD

Basic Gratitude

I was at a pot luck birthday the other night.  The guests started to express their gratitude for different things which easily turns into a kind of sentimental, tongue in cheek exercise in "positive-r than thou" performance art so I declined and stood on the deck with my son who at that moment was not grateful for anything other than that the evening would end soon.  It did end; but on the way out the door a lady interrogated me on why I did not contribute anything. 

My view of this blight called "The Christian Era" has become dark, so typically, optimistic bromides stick in the throat, or flower as cynical barbs "raining on the parade" of people that really just don't want to be continuously reminded of the oppressive machine that harvests the usefully controlled elements and burns the rest like chaff. So I told her "I am grateful that basic reality is essentially good".  She asked me to elaborate, and this is it.

I am grateful that basic reality is essentially good.

My body is spontaneous.

It takes in food, digests, extracts the needed, rejects or stores the rest.  The alchemy of "hamburgers into hair and fingernails" requires no attention or effort by me.

The planet body complements my body automatically.

It does this by accepting all the rejected stuff into its own body, to become our ground for living, and the soil we grow in.

Honesty and goodness are inherent in our experience.

"Beauty-in, beauty out; garbage-in, garbage out": it makes sense, creates sanity, and is always the clear road to health and well-being. Things die and decay, cleaning the slate for a continuous renewal of life. We do nothing at all to enable this, it just is.

Gravity holds us so we can sit, stand, walk, or lie down.

The Earth itself stimulates, grounds, and centers us through reflexes on the soles of our feet. We are healed and enlivened by walking barefoot on the naked Earth;  it is electromagnetic.  This is given; we cannot undo the relationship through misuse, disuse or ignorance. Gravity is, and we don't know how it is possible.

Electricity works.

Invisible electrons serve every aspect of "it all". They energize bodies, machines; they hold stuff together and push stuff apart; they never tire.  They are something like grace that works in the largest and the smallest with perfect intelligence and we do not understand how any of this is happening. Even our thoughts about them are made of them.

All organisms, objects, and processes seek harmony.

Within themselves, with each other, and with their ground, all natural processes seek peace in rest or peace in motion.  It drives the entire story whether we know it, or like it, or not.

Form just "is".

Things keep their shape, and then lose it; just so.

Radiance infuses everything.

Intelligence, molecular bonds, light bulbs, and stars glow in common. We can only notice.

This is basic reality and it is good in its essence.

Tragedies, suffering, ignorance, and pain of all kinds are not human; a nest is not a bird.

They come from ideas; they are someone's fantasies of power, born of the union of creative potential and the compliant stuff of reality. They eventually come to rest in the mind, for good, or ill. Misery is not permanent and requires constant attention to persist.

Essential goodness has provided built in limits for endurable pain and suffering. 

Our reality is totally composed of stuff that is utterly good and our felt experience always has the potential to reflect that.