The spirit dance into God

taken from I, FOR LACK OF A BETTER TERM: a soul's soliloquy,  from early writings by Jack Haas: this is a rare, online book

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You must simply dissolve, and that is where you shall live without living, see without seeing, and die without falling dead.

In the empty moment of your eternal non-being, everything moves through your stillness- even you. But in the end it doesn't matter much, for, either way, nothing is ever solved. That is why, as I said, it doesn't matter much. Strange that. Very bloody strange.

At a certain point in the evolution of Being, each fragment of the whole, each individual, will come to recognize themselves as the centre of all experience; that I am not outside of you, I am inside of you; that you are not inside you, you are inside me; that there is neither inside nor outside.

It is not possible to say "I am nothing", nor is it possible to say "I am everything", it is only possible to say "I am nothing, and I am everything". The truth exists in the paradoxical union of supposed opposites, neither of which would be true on their own.


When you've stripped yourself of yourself, then shall you be whole. When you return to infinity (and indeed we all shall return there) you will simply have returned to 'I', to God, to the one you are and do not believe it.

Then you must be many different things, for many different people.

You become like a boat by which others might cross the perilous sea. You are the ark and the covenant.

The archetypes and mythos will swirl about the limitless vortex of your uncaged non-being. And in that living absence you shall not be contained, but shall contain.

To become such a window to the infinite is to be nothing and to be all; it is to weep when others come weeping, to laugh when they are laughing, and to dance, and dance, and dance when they come to you dancing. You're inhuman and so bloody human that you die everyday from sorrow, and rise everyday from joy. You are no longer separate. And you are no longer you.

Our selves exist only in relation, whether it be with the earth, with others, or with God. To realize this is to lose yourself in relation, and more than that- to become relation. It is a bond in all directions, and you belong to everything, and more than that- you are everything. The boundaries of separation weaken and dissolve, and only the integral bonds of relation remain which produce the cosmic dance.

Oh,  for heaven's sake don't leave the music of the spheres on in the background- open up, give your whole soul to it, or the tune will not get inside and move you. And when it seeps in and grabs you- grabs you like a wave in waterless ocean- then dance like hell, and never stop dancing. Go limp in the rhythm and feeling. Touch the earth beneath you. Kick off your shoes and forget. Hold your curses, and pocket your blame. Cause Spirit, you're only here to dance






Early writings by Jack Haas: a rare, online book.










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