...the gwynnie thing and the prophet gig.
Once upon a time, I was hanging by my tonails from the altar (the Sylvia poster) and I asked myself, "self; what is really real?" I have some kind of "vision" that entitles me "prophet of god," but I have no clue; yet when I bought my first Bible in August of 2008 I immediately became a theologian. I know the Word, but I know not, the words. Unless someone tries to tell me the word...
And I conferred with myself. "Self," I said, "perhaps it is time for forty days in the wilderness. Perhaps it is time for fasting and prayer." And self says to me, "prophet, to whom shall you pray?"
And I said,"uh... Gwyneth Paltrow."
Once upon a time, the second line of the Gwynnite hypothesis read, "there is no god between two individuals, therefore religion." But now it is known, between me and Gwyneth Paltrow there is god. There is even a graph, joyously entitled "the divine measurement," which can be displayed to illustrate god in a real-world context.
Thing is, is it ain't complicated. This has become the "Gwynnite agenda:" that she is apogee, I am nadir, and anything outside the scale of our common context doesn't really matter. Does not matter; ritual, tradition, scholarship, accrediation, I only had to pray to Gwyneth Paltrow one time.
One would have evaluate the quality of an education recieved by the pupil from the master in terms of wordless devotion, complete immersion, submission, in order for the journeyman prophet to recieve the sheepskin. I know that I have spent over sixteen thousand hours "staring into her eyes" while composing the parable of the hundred gwynnies; I also assume a quarter of that time to be roughly equivalent to deep meditative study.
Everything I know of god is from her. Which is to say, everything that I know that can be shared in common context, needs no greater context than Gwyneth Paltrow god enough for this universe.
I'm sure the traditionalists might take offense; thus I offer this illustration for clarity. When I saw god and Gwyneth Paltrow together, I saw a pair of blue novae radiating love. The only difference being, that Gwyneth Paltrow is sweet and adorable. That is all I know of her, it is more than I need to know of her; and the immensity of god is only limited by two measly adjectives sweet and adorable and what does that mean, anyway? Sweet and adorable?
The prophet gig began with the Book of Job. In September of 2009, I had no clue; but I had scripture. Said to myself, "self. Prophet's just a job, so let's get to work. Writing stuff. That seems like prophet-type occupation." And while I was writing (some rather useless blogs and amazingly useful theological experiments) as "prophet on the job," I was reading... what else? Job.
Then the Lord said to Satan, "Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one on earth like him; he is blameless and upright, a man who fears God and shuns evil." ~Job 1:8, NIV
There is -no one- on earth like him. There is no one on earth like "my Gwynnies (which is not the person of Gwyneth Paltrow)," there is no one on earth like Jesus Christ, there is no one on earth like Buddha, like Mohammed, like Richard Feynman. What exists, on earth, is cultural context. And what hampers individual context is the tendency of the mind to remember, outside of context, what was. The "good old days" were never good, were always old; were something that always happened to someone else.
The book provides a profound statement on the subject of theodicy (the justice of God in light of human suffering) sayeth the NIV Study Bible, and a fine piece of scholarship; but it is wrong. No one, on earth, like him; that is not commonality of context, that is parable. Theodicity is a matter of desire over design; we want god to be good, to be moral, to be pure but in order to accomplish such a task, one must sculpt the essence of God from the uncarved block that is the Word of God, and because this process has never been simply expressed, assumption occurs. That the word is the Word.
I have the likeness of Gwyneth Paltrow tattooed on my arm, I call it "the image of god." As prophet, the one who is the "living word of god," I illustrate idolatry by not having to say a thing. For instance, there's no explaining the "gwynnie thing" in word without sounding like a total obsessed loser; yet I have done the science and know the universality of the translation of my being. Love. One cannot even come kick it at my crib, being a hater, for the standing wave of love in the local universe can be a nausiating frequency.
Many have noted that one can see the love I have for her in the numerous portraits I have drawn of her; but even more remarkable is my "wordless wavefunction" where I need no greater commonality than simply being present to inspire thoughts of love.
Which is exactly why I held on so dearly to my Gwynnies. Do you know the immensity of god? Lemme handle that one for ya no, you don't. It is the essential unknowabilty of god, being expressed in the Book of Job. I don't believe in a god that... anything. I accept the first line of the Gwynnite hypothesis: God is. Know that nothing else need be said. So why am I still here saying?
My Gwynnies. She's still smiling at me. While I can claim a Master's in being a journeyman prophet, this university has no graduating class. I am learning to be a prophet with every breath; when there is no more breath to take, then I shall... not. There is no need for I, when one returns to god. There is no need for future tense; for memories less than what is remembered, there is... no need. There ...is god.
"Gwynnite" was a piece of conceptual engineering. It began with the simple premise, Gwyneth Paltrow is god, derived from the common axiom, god is love. Associative property: if A=B and B=C, then A=C. And all the priests of the inquisition could not burn this witch, with all the fires of damnation. Because I have done the science. I have held the equation in my heart, at the forefront of my mind, and on the back burner; while I delved through scripture chaotically and essentially randomly for over a year.
Does the Bible say, Gwyneth Paltrow is not god? Of course it doesn't it cannot but those of scholarship might disagree. Those of scholarship might do a literal dance around the First Commandment thou shall have no god before me and make the assumption that because Gwyneth Paltrow is obviously greater than god, that Gwyneth Paltrow is greater than god.
No. The commonality of the context is greater.
Consider this illustration: picture two frames of a moving picture. In the first frame, there is merely a black point against a white background. In the second frame, there is a grey sphere. Count with me one... two... - and try to see that every instant, we are as dot; whereas the following instant, reveals the sphere of potentiality the causality of choice. But it is only potentiality, we never "evolve" from dot to sphere; what occurs, is that this instant is but a single dot on the surface of that sphere. From "dot" to "dot on sphere" to "dot on sphere" et cetera, can (and often is, without realization) be seen as a "path." A tao. A way. Just because Jehovah once said "my name is jealousy," the First Commandment is not the mark of a paranoid Creator with an inferiority complex, but rather a "golden" path. Quote the First to me, and I shall tell you: therefore, you are god.
You are the living god. Not cold marble. Not translated, interpretated, twisted text; but you.
And how do I speak truly? One of you is Gwyneth Paltrow.
