Lee redux, avec Flaubert

 

My Ur dog 7-11-26

Flaubert, the prototype

So what would you have me do?”

The devil looked at me in sheer astonishment. “Why, write,” he said. “That’s what you do best anyway.”

“What am I going to wrote about?”

“Well,”the devil replied, “for starters, you can write about God.”

“I don’t want to write about God,” I replied. “I just quit God.”

“You can’t quit God,”said the devil, “any more than you can get rid of me.”

“Yeah, but I’m tired of God,” I said wearily. “He’s been having me work long lifetimes, no paid overtime. I wanna divorce, or whatever it is you get when you don’t have a relationship with God anymore.”

“Flaubert,” admonished the devil. “You can’t really mean that. You love God. God loves you. His Son is your BFF. And you can’t get rid of God.”

“I just did,” I pointed out. “I walked out. I quit.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” said the devil, and he proceeded to explain.

Lee van Laer Substack, The Flaubert Report, today, Getting the God Out 

Other people‘s words and thoughts

 

East End Beach yesterday high tide

  How much I rely on what I read and yet at this point, I don’t feel like reading. Jesus live in me and with me. Amen

Bonjour, mon Dieu

Charlie, the 10 year old service dog 

just had surgery; he beat cancer

Thank you for your support 

Know not how

 

A seated, I on beach, Bug Light, 6-28-26

Lee again, Substack 

And the sensation of the soul 

informs the sensation of the body in such a way that conscience, 

which has hidden itself for all these years, 

forms a more intimate contact with the ordinary body 

and begins to contribute the sacred substance of its most essential nature 

to the ordinary parts,

who now awaken in a different appreciation and understanding of love. 

It brings me to the place 

where I begin to see why death is necessary,

and encourages me to form a prayer 

for everything there ever was, and is, and will be. 

A prayer that has its roots in both bodies now. 

A prayer that says, 

Lord, 

I call to Thee from the depths of mine iniquity. 

I have not delivered myself sufficiently unto Thee. I know not how.

Come then Lord and bring your goodness into being here 

that I may receive it, 

and here in this body of flesh and blood 

make it my own 

and bring it forth into the light of your glory 

in every moment that there is. 

As I sing and pray, 

Lord, have mercy. 

God bless the children

 

H and P. 

All of them in the world and those I encounter personally 

Skip it

Low energy day

And Lee again

FE infusion: 1.5 hours to sense eternity

But I’m just punching phone keys and dozing

…eternity, which doesn’t really mean forever. It means a place in us and in being and in the cosmos that exists independent of time, but not independent of glasses. 

So, it exists independent of time, which means that it will come, but now is. And that’s exactly what he says. We move into it from here, and we live within eternity. 

What does that mean in an inner sense? 

Well, it means that I’m here now in this moment and in no other moment. All of the past and all of the future are here with me in this instant because they’re conceptual constructs that I gather around myself that also arise here in the now.

If we but sensed it properly, we are always in eternity: this place outside time. 

Preposterous, perhaps, when we think about the fact that it’s going to take a few minutes to boil the egg on the stove; and yet it’s true that we are always here now.

It’s a mystery.

If I penetrate the attention; If I focus the attention on the body and I sense myself in such a way that all of me is here now, perhaps I can begin to get a taste of what it would mean to live in this place where there is no time, but only now, 

Stop for a moment and sense yourself here. Here in this moment, with every cell and the molecule in your body alive here with you. 

Sense yourself as though this were the only place there ever was, here and now. 

Sense the stillness here.