My both-and commentary in brackets, not intended to subvert or divert from Brezsny's original intent,
but to synergetically supplement. G.O.Dillenbeck
From Pronia, by Rob Brezsny, p. 267 Neither God nor the gods are dead, but they seem to be disappearing because so few of us are capable of carrying on authentic relationships [at least] with them anymore [leaving us with just us idol ideal idyll indolent idealistic worshipers of some day our day will come]. The [reductive] materialist delusion rules: Millions believe that nothing's real unless it can be perceived by the senses. [Even so, a rock is more physically real than a song written for ears to meta-physically hear it.] Churches and temples [and governing offices] are full of ethical people, but many of them have no clue about how to know or feel or converse with the divine [sacred/synergetic feeling languaged] intelligences. What can the deities do, having been banished from our conscious knowing [LeftBrain verbally dominant Either/Or dualism]? Jung said they have no recourse but to worm their [our] way into our lives as sickness and pathology. Repressed, they [we] come in the back [repressed RightBrain dissonant negative uneased feeling sad, bad, mad] door. Which of your maladies or pains might be [win/win pronoia potentiating] gods in [duressed LeftBrain paranoid ruminating voice] disguise? How might you get them to take off their [our sacredMind v organicBody win/lose 0-sum] masks and begin knocking on the front [LeftBrain deductive/inductive-dipolar-co-arising compassion/pleasure invoking] door?
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