Jesus saw a man walking towards him who was deeply preoccupied. He had a leather satchel slung over his shoulder.
“Good morning young man!”
“It is? Oh, excuse me teacher, I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“You’re evidently preoccupied,” Jesus answered in a conciliatory tone.
“You could say. I’ve got a urgent technical problem – this damn computer of mine…”
“Language! Kindly avoid profanities.”
“I beg your pardon, teacher. I’m not my usual self. Until I get this thing fixed, I can’t log in to the internet and do my work. I’ll be in a pile of trouble. Got to get to the IT specialist before anyone else jumps in line.”
“A problem with logging in – hum – that sounds familiar.”
“Yes, master, it happens all the time – a faulty driver, a DNS issue or bug in a recent software update, oh dear, it could be anything. Gotta go. Excuse me.”
“Actually, I know a thing or two about computers myself.”
The young man looked incredulous, but tries his best to hide the fact.
“You’ve trained as an IT specialist? Wow, that’s impressive.”
“No, I have no training.”
A picture of confusion as the young man tries to figure out what this means.
“No training? You mean you’re self-taught. Like a hacker, perhaps?”
“Actually I’ve never touched a computer in my life – if I’m going to be brutally honest.”
Confusion now gives way to exasperation. Another idiotic, wisdom teacher – probably looking for new recruits to his discipleship.
“Well, like I said, master, got to be going.”
“Not so fast. Show me your computer.”
The young man definitely does not want to stop and show his laptop to this bearded loon he’s been trying so hard to humour, respectfully. But something happens. Without the least intention, without the least foreknowledge, he finds himself opening the satchel, taking out the silver-grey laptop and handing it to Jesus.
He can’t help analysing this extraordinary action. Some kind of mind control or hypnosis is his first query, but no, this he rules out almost instantly. This was his body reacting before his normal thinking mind got in the way – as if a different part of his mind simply knows what to do, simply knows what’s best. Intriguing! The young man has no knowledge of this part of his mind but seems to know exactly what’s going on. Looking into the teacher’s eyes with an expression of bewildered wonder – he sees smiling recognition of his predicament.
“Didn’t know you could act without processing, did you? The direct mind is a powerful tool – like going into the core of your computer, beyond the operating system itself, to the unceasing flow of zero ones, in order to locate the problem in the computer’s soul.”
“Computer’s soul? Surely a computer doesn’t have a soul?”
“Of course not – not directly – but it uses a proxy, doesn’t it – otherwise it couldn’t work.”
“Huh?”
Nothing, not even a computer, believe it or not, can function if disconnected from the the primary source, the living pulse of beingness, the localised universality which we refer to as the soul.
So my computer is connected to someone’s soul, you’re saying... and...”
“Not to someone’s! To yours, of course.”
“No, I can’t... surely...”
“Not only that – but instead of trying to fix the issue by fiddling with buttons and knobs on this somewhat clumsy device…”
The young man flinches hearing his pride and joy, his sleek laptop referred to in such a way.
“we can proceed more directly.”
“I’m not sure, master. I…”
The young man is suddenly silent. Direct mind take over again. This is not a time for discombobulation.
“Now, the first thing we need do to fix this problem-in-a-box, is disconnect it from you.”
“What connection?” – the young man wonders.
“Let’s put it down carefully on the ground over there… Now, we need something heavy – like a hammer or a rock.”
The young man’s eyes open wide in shock, yet still direct mind seems to be in control. The young man actually finds a big rock and with a struggle humps it over to the teacher.
“Ok, one, two, three – release!”
Crash. The rock falls on the laptop, crushing it under its weight.
“Now that would be a big problem, wouldn’t it, if you didn’t have a soul, and if I weren’t right about…”
“about my soul being connected to the laptop?”
“Precisely.”
Direct mind has triumphed, for the first time in the young man’s life. Meanwhile, his regular mind is now having a complete melt down. It leaps out of its somnolence and rains fire and invective upon the obviously insane teacher. Profanities, despair.
Jesus listens for a moment, calmly. Then, when the first wave of fury is spent he quietly says “Hush little child, all is well. Be no longer under the spell of mere devices, mere things. In the beginning was the word – the word comes first – then and now.
His two minds seem to fly apart, then collide. The young man loses consciousness for a moment, or maybe ten – he cannot say, he does not know. As his system reboots, certain corrupted files are removed and he finds himself squatting on the ground breathing slowly, deeply. In front of his eyes is a computer – his computer – which Jesus handles gingerly – “You should put this back in your bag before any harm comes to it. Can’t be too careful with fragile devices,” he says, with an expression that says it all.
“I…”
“Yes, I know, but in the end things are only as real as you make them. It was never a big deal to let that overloaded version of reality, that contorted nightmarish, dreamlike state you were in fall by the wayside, fly off back to nothingness, just as soon as you were willing to disconnect, as soon as you were willing to accept, to reawaken the real balance of Is, the living word, where things are secondary – where God indescribably brings all together again, back to one, back to now.”
“But…”
“Yes, you did in some respects experience death – but I think you’d agree you’re more alive, not less, now than you were.”
And with a light, joyful heart and gay spirits the young man went home singing God’s praises, celebrating the fact that matter and things are not, in fact, the be all and end all, that God, even today in this world of computers, science and infinite complexity, constitutes the core, the heart, the CPU of our reality, and incredibly, the master of matter. All.
Amen
“Good morning young man!”
“It is? Oh, excuse me teacher, I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“You’re evidently preoccupied,” Jesus answered in a conciliatory tone.
“You could say. I’ve got a urgent technical problem – this damn computer of mine…”
“Language! Kindly avoid profanities.”
“I beg your pardon, teacher. I’m not my usual self. Until I get this thing fixed, I can’t log in to the internet and do my work. I’ll be in a pile of trouble. Got to get to the IT specialist before anyone else jumps in line.”
“A problem with logging in – hum – that sounds familiar.”
“Yes, master, it happens all the time – a faulty driver, a DNS issue or bug in a recent software update, oh dear, it could be anything. Gotta go. Excuse me.”
“Actually, I know a thing or two about computers myself.”
The young man looked incredulous, but tries his best to hide the fact.
“You’ve trained as an IT specialist? Wow, that’s impressive.”
“No, I have no training.”
A picture of confusion as the young man tries to figure out what this means.
“No training? You mean you’re self-taught. Like a hacker, perhaps?”
“Actually I’ve never touched a computer in my life – if I’m going to be brutally honest.”
Confusion now gives way to exasperation. Another idiotic, wisdom teacher – probably looking for new recruits to his discipleship.
“Well, like I said, master, got to be going.”
“Not so fast. Show me your computer.”
The young man definitely does not want to stop and show his laptop to this bearded loon he’s been trying so hard to humour, respectfully. But something happens. Without the least intention, without the least foreknowledge, he finds himself opening the satchel, taking out the silver-grey laptop and handing it to Jesus.
He can’t help analysing this extraordinary action. Some kind of mind control or hypnosis is his first query, but no, this he rules out almost instantly. This was his body reacting before his normal thinking mind got in the way – as if a different part of his mind simply knows what to do, simply knows what’s best. Intriguing! The young man has no knowledge of this part of his mind but seems to know exactly what’s going on. Looking into the teacher’s eyes with an expression of bewildered wonder – he sees smiling recognition of his predicament.
“Didn’t know you could act without processing, did you? The direct mind is a powerful tool – like going into the core of your computer, beyond the operating system itself, to the unceasing flow of zero ones, in order to locate the problem in the computer’s soul.”
“Computer’s soul? Surely a computer doesn’t have a soul?”
“Of course not – not directly – but it uses a proxy, doesn’t it – otherwise it couldn’t work.”
“Huh?”
Nothing, not even a computer, believe it or not, can function if disconnected from the the primary source, the living pulse of beingness, the localised universality which we refer to as the soul.
So my computer is connected to someone’s soul, you’re saying... and...”
“Not to someone’s! To yours, of course.”
“No, I can’t... surely...”
“Not only that – but instead of trying to fix the issue by fiddling with buttons and knobs on this somewhat clumsy device…”
The young man flinches hearing his pride and joy, his sleek laptop referred to in such a way.
“we can proceed more directly.”
“I’m not sure, master. I…”
The young man is suddenly silent. Direct mind take over again. This is not a time for discombobulation.
“Now, the first thing we need do to fix this problem-in-a-box, is disconnect it from you.”
“What connection?” – the young man wonders.
“Let’s put it down carefully on the ground over there… Now, we need something heavy – like a hammer or a rock.”
The young man’s eyes open wide in shock, yet still direct mind seems to be in control. The young man actually finds a big rock and with a struggle humps it over to the teacher.
“Ok, one, two, three – release!”
Crash. The rock falls on the laptop, crushing it under its weight.
“Now that would be a big problem, wouldn’t it, if you didn’t have a soul, and if I weren’t right about…”
“about my soul being connected to the laptop?”
“Precisely.”
Direct mind has triumphed, for the first time in the young man’s life. Meanwhile, his regular mind is now having a complete melt down. It leaps out of its somnolence and rains fire and invective upon the obviously insane teacher. Profanities, despair.
Jesus listens for a moment, calmly. Then, when the first wave of fury is spent he quietly says “Hush little child, all is well. Be no longer under the spell of mere devices, mere things. In the beginning was the word – the word comes first – then and now.
His two minds seem to fly apart, then collide. The young man loses consciousness for a moment, or maybe ten – he cannot say, he does not know. As his system reboots, certain corrupted files are removed and he finds himself squatting on the ground breathing slowly, deeply. In front of his eyes is a computer – his computer – which Jesus handles gingerly – “You should put this back in your bag before any harm comes to it. Can’t be too careful with fragile devices,” he says, with an expression that says it all.
“I…”
“Yes, I know, but in the end things are only as real as you make them. It was never a big deal to let that overloaded version of reality, that contorted nightmarish, dreamlike state you were in fall by the wayside, fly off back to nothingness, just as soon as you were willing to disconnect, as soon as you were willing to accept, to reawaken the real balance of Is, the living word, where things are secondary – where God indescribably brings all together again, back to one, back to now.”
“But…”
“Yes, you did in some respects experience death – but I think you’d agree you’re more alive, not less, now than you were.”
And with a light, joyful heart and gay spirits the young man went home singing God’s praises, celebrating the fact that matter and things are not, in fact, the be all and end all, that God, even today in this world of computers, science and infinite complexity, constitutes the core, the heart, the CPU of our reality, and incredibly, the master of matter. All.
Amen
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