The Truth

Channeled on January 12, 1994, at 2 am
Ron Liskey

After the first two weeks of life with our newborn twins involving hourly feedings, diaperings, poopings, scoopings, cooings, burpings, cajolings, screamings and smilings, I have achieved an altered state of consciousness variously known as Satorri, Enlightenment, one with the Atman, Sainthood, and totally gonzo-bonkers.

To prepare for the next feeding and to share my new insight with all humankind, I have temporarily returned to sentient, dualistic, illusional existence. Here then, is the truth as it was suddenly revealed to me between diaper changes.

Gods and Infants are one. Consider the many great religions founded by (or founded in honor of) an important Infant. Mitria, Jesus, Quetselquatel and Buddha are only a few better-known examples.

The ancients understood well the relationship between Gods and Infants. Living closer to nature, they saw how both suck, puke, burp, poop, and when we're lucky, smile.

From the moment we create them, we cater with unquenchable devotion to their every desire, and will loyally continue do so as long as we live. Once we have served them the Gods poop on us. If we're lucky they will burp too for this means they may not puke on us.

We feed them carefully and pat them tenderly in humble hopes of eliciting that vital burp. All this tremendous effort is related to that most ephemeral of fundamental elements--gas. The importance of gas must be felt to be appreciated.

We talk to our Gods, sing to them, rock them for hours, tell them stories, and build tabernacles in their honor. We make fools of ourselves in order to entice their smiles. We live for these smiles. They melt our hearts. We MUST believe the smiles are intended for us, for when the Gods smile our world is complete. But deep in our souls a terrible suspicion lurks...

My friend, the Gods once again are calling and I must obey. But before I go I'd like to share these final thoughts:

Tonight, as you gaze into your Infant's smile, recall the course of your life and the richness of the world we share. Consider the eons that have passed and the eons yet to come.

Marvel at the massive forces of creation as they suck, puke, burp, poop, and smile before you. Breathe slowly. Pause long. Gaze deeply. In such moments, if we are lucky, we can sense the significance of an infant's smile.