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GreyScale Chauvinists

Evangelical fundamentalists,
whether Christian or Islamic or Zionist or Atheist or…
turn away from gospel culture and culturally contextualized scripture
inspired by a God/dess of liberal multicultural divine love,
synergy,
regeneration,
grace,
gratitude for and of secular/sacred
nature/spirit bilateral integrity.

Evangelical chauvinists
would return back into Elite color-blind
egocentric
competitive monocultural self-promotion–
a viral xenophobic cult
nihilistically expired
by an anti-historical Negative Thunder God
of jealous retribution,
anthrocentric self-righteous violence,
punishing judgment against multiculture-loving self with elder others,
isolating evolutions
heading toward a decomposing chaotic PlanetEarth anger and fear
fascist dark-rapture hate-mongering
burning and ballistic climates of pathological hell’s eternal greyscale
violently punishing capital-infested
not so Great GreyScale Devolution.

Because orthodox sacred theology
is more love-consistent with basic secular ecological interdependence,
we would be healthier graced
to exercise more conservative recycling passions
about what we PositivEnergy multiculturally hope for,
have more liberating faith in,
love with lavish green liberally nutritious integrity
more than stuck in greyscale shades of redblooded nationalism

Exegetical extract and hoard ecopolitics
of monoculturally bloated and addictive mendacity.

Evangelical cooperative Earth-ownership democrats
would turn toward GreenGospel MultiCultures
and historically informed Wisdom Literature
co-arising divinely inspired orthodox Love scripture
and DNA secular/sacred health inscription.
climate nurturing love
synergetic wealth
graced integrity.

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The Christian-Taoist Stands Down

I was baptized as a Christian,
once or twice.
It’s not so much that the baptism ritual malfunctioned
in some series of unfortunate events;
It’s more like Taoism as my primary ecopolitical health system,
or religion,
or metaphysic,
or whatever kind of evolutionary,
perpetually eisegetical-hypothetical,
label you choose to slap on the box
you decide to keep me in,
was (0)Riginally Intended as an ego-hyphenated eco-system.

That works out well for creating hybrids of anything cultural:
Christian-Taoist,
Judeo-Taoist,
Islamic-Taoist,
Zen-Taoist, although that would be highly redundant,
Hindu-Taoist,
Zeroist-Taoist, although, again,
be prepared to fall asleep
as metaphysically orthodox ethologists debate
whatever there is of any phylogenic difference
between the Yang and Yin positions
within that notnothing nondual hybrid.

So, as a baptized Christian-Taoist,
it’s easier to see syncretic bridges between cultural faith-learning systems
with those who do use the Christian label for themselves
and with those who would adamantly declare their enthusiasm to be,
and always and forever remain,
anything but Christian.

I run into this a lot with atheists,
who are also climate health activists:

No! I’m not a capitalist-fundamentalist Christian EarthRaper,
I’m an Atheist,
always with a capital A,
or I’m a Unitarian Universalist,
although these are more like UnTheists,
or I’m a Humanist,
or a Wiki of some nature-spirit nondualist-feminist
matriarchally self-other cooperative empowering-with-not-over persuasion.

So, being a Taoist,
when speaking with a Christian ecologist,
just means I’m a not YangLeft Dominant
or YinRight Dominant
Ego/Eco climate-health balancing
charter member of the Bodhisattva MindBody of Christ.

Not meaning to make that sound like a cake walk,
but I’m saying my Taoist sensory awareness
of nutritionally regenerate v degenerating evolution
of internal LeftEgo
and external RightSacred-Integral Eco,
Yang-Yin EcoSystemic (0)-sum Balance,
is about as multiculturally
and polypathically
PermaCulturally Design-ish
of co-arising nondual Climate Health
as I’ve been able to hunt and gather
during my polypathically extending Positive Psychological family journey,
so ecopolitically WinWin far.

I’m a Christian-Taoist,
coredemptive learning cooperative economies
means I’m always politically open to nutritionally-intended suggestions
for further regenerativity.

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Avatar of ReGenerative Time

If God is First Universal Cause,
then Goddess EarthYin is also Last regenerative-synergetic Effect
and Affecting BiCameral-Discerning Earth and Ego’s Climate Health

[WinWin cooperative-reiterative double-bind-binary Bayesian QByte informational/exformational co-arising systemic polynomial balance trends],

like DNA 4D Yang/Yin Thymine/Cytosine thermodynamic infusing balance,
transubstantiating multiculturing RNA,
and their 4D equivalent fractal double-binding squared speed of starlight
BiLateral Temporal CoArising Source,
each fertilely optimizing equivalent octave-meme frequencies
of co-arising nondual ReGenerative Psychology
as Positive OVER Negative notnot EcoLogical
First Left Cause (0) Not-Not optimally lasting Pubic Health and Safety,
Earth Righteous Effectiveness

For optimizing both polynomial nouns and polypathic relational verbs
nurturing Original Intent,
back in time to Black Hole
(0) BiLateral Core Sacred Unitive-nominative Source Convex
over
BiCameral ConCave Unitarian-dipolar notnot co-arising denominatively accessible exformation, reverse-corollary trends of
Elder RightBrain neural-sensory regenerations
are also positive-aptic health-as-wealth
are also median Tipping Point appositional (0)-ego/ecopolitical
Tao-Zen-Pythagorean? nonduality,
bicameral cooperative-evolutionary default function.

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Muddy Tree Family

I’m planting trees today.
Cherry trees in front,
Peter on the street,
Paul in the middle,
with Mary closest in toward the house,
all on the far side of our gravel drive.

On the same southern side,
along my neighbor’s new above the eyebrows 8-foot fence,
backside facing me,
which is fine,
more backdrop character for vines and ivy,
preferably less poisonous,
I also plant three larger fruit trees,
Dillen first,
then Spencer,
then Daquan,
after my three sons
in that original adoption-planting order.

Then, by the front porch
on northern side,
an apple tree
named Marvin after Gaye,
my first love before I knew what mine felt right like.

Three thornless blackberries
planted in the back,
Matthew first, of course,
with shared Beatitudes,
then Mark, progenitor of gospel vocation stories,
then Luke the ecotherapeutic Medicine Bush,
luxuriously black berryed, Agape.

All this vast recently adopted extending family
to greet and nourish my multiculturally mutually adopted,
and sometimes quite dysfunctionally malnourished,
human fractured family,
but rarely allowed to go to bed angry or frightened,
at least by each other.

While planting I go in and through our home
with my muddy gardening shoes,
remembering my mother’s exasperated voice,
Who tracked all this mud through my kitchen?!
and my standard response,
The mud-tracker prefers to remain anonymous.

I’ll just bet he does,
she responds,
as I reach for broom and dustpan.

Then later,
Why, of all things, would you choose to track through all this muddy gay identity?
I was really planning on birthing a Saint!
and my response, of course,
The filthy queer prefers to remain anonymous.

I just hope he does,
I can hear her thinking
as I plant Peter, then Paul,
then Mary, the cherries.

About that same time,
while sorting through syncretic interdependence of regenerative economics as power-politics,
my mother wondering why I would choose to head toward Hell
as an unredeemed Taoist,
and my response
The evilish Taoist-Christian hybrid
prefers to remain both atheistically anonymous
and power-theistically full of sacred diastatic abundance.
In other words,
polypathically and multiculturally empty,
and yet co-redeeming as co-loving interdependent fertility does,
not just pinefully and whinefully intends.

About this time I am singing
my final adoption by baptism rite with Marvin Gaye,
Otis Redding’s “These Arms of Mine”
dedicated to all those transubstantiating syncretic polyculturists
inside, as ecopolitically outside,
even if preferring sacred organic co-rootedness
to secularly remaining as anonymous as a wordless tree.

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