The Cult of Love & Light

D.L. Crumpton
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Nothing is a louder gunshot for you to run than hearing the phrase “Love & Light” from spiritual cripples. If you hear this asinine catch phrase babbled, ad nauseum, by retired bean counters who just learned how to collect pretty rocks and move their fingers around like an idiot from spending too much time on Instagram, stalking the younger/prettier crowd, whose skin they would like to wear in some creepy, horror movie kind of way; get the absolute fuck away from them. They neither bring Love, nor do they even have a glimmer of Light. People who use this phrase are essentially attempting to bombard you with a poor sales pitch for their own personal cult, that may or may not be a “Frankenstein” monster cult, patched together from the dead body parts of others. I mean, think about it for a second. If someone were to truly be living in such a manner that is prescribed by “Love & Light”; what could possibly be compelling them to announce that verbally at the drop of a hat? Any hat? To anyone? Anywhere? All the time? Who are these people in the “Cult of Love & Light” trying to convince? Themselves, or those who they would prey upon? Hoping that with the honey of regurgitated catch phrases, they can lure a few flies into the dismal abyss of their delusions of divinity.

 

2nd Corinthians says “And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works.” Roughly translated, what the “Good Book” is illuminating for us, the reader, is that everything wicked that wishes to whittle away at our lives in a malformed, toxic, deceitful & predatory way will no doubt present itself as harbingers of the “divine”. Wearing the cloak of a sheep with some sort of touchy-feely, faux, disarming lingo or persona that fools the weak of mind into believing these ravenous wolves are on the same team. They are not. They most certainly are not on the same team as you when they feel, on some subconscious level, that tooting the horn of “Love & Light” from their mouth, while the dark, empty, void of nothingness stares back at you from the eyes of a mere reptilian minded husk of a person, is a reasonable way to interact with the world. It smacks of the A.T.F. or F.B.I. blasting the phrase “YOU ARE NOT UNDER ATTACK!” from loudspeakers as they raid your home or knock it to the ground with tanks and set you and everyone you love on fire. Ask the Branch Davidians if their executioners were honest in their advertisement before being snuffed out with a merciless onslaught while hearing those words.

 

The Cult of Love & Light” is essentially where quasi-reformed hippies go to wither & die. They have lived a life of riotousness with a trail of bodies behind them, victims of their poor decisions and ill-advised reactions to traumas which they blamed on everyone else but most certainly not themselves; then when the rot of who they truly are at their core becomes more manifest they scurry into the demographic of “Lightworkers” or “Born Againers”. Essentially, they try to recreate themselves as some new, reformed, penitent butterfly that can be birthed from a cocoon of excrement and no longer accountable to the Law of Karma  , as if that sexy bitch isn’t gonna come a knockin’ in due time. Just as the book of Corinthians says, when She does, those toting the “Cult of Love & Light’s” virtue signaling flag will be judged without grace, but according to their works. Joining this cult of ironic delusion is a pretty good indicator that the lifetime of anti-psychotic, anti-depressants & boxed wines have worn off and are no longer numbing what conscience they might have left from attempting to bury deep the pile of skeletons picked clean in their wake.

 

Don’t take my word for it. Take a spin on the internetz with the key words “Love & Light” in whichever engine of searching you please, spend a few hours trudging the swamp of that spiritual, intellectual, emotional nothingness, then ask yourself what you gained by hearing charlatans repeat each other in an echo chamber of psychosis with a few common phrases linked together. How did you evolve? How did you heal? How were you changed for the better by getting on the treadmill of Beelzebub’s basement with pie in the sky deadlines, energy shifts, channeled messages from fruit cakes who have been given cameras and butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-their-mouth talking points to revert to when the thin veneer of their act is scratched, and the Truth of their rot is exposed. Anyone who has had authentic, genuine progress on the spiritual path will share a smirk with us when the “Love & Light” gimmick is pulled out for the purpose of pretending to be some guru. Sorry, you are not the one we have all been waiting for. Do not pass go. Do not get a “get out of reincarnation free card”. In laymen’s terms, when it comes to any contact with the “divine” in this lifetime, you might be screwed. Only the government thinks its wise to pass a student on a test they didn’t study or do the work to ace and let them slide on to the next grade.

 

Another thing to be cynical about with the “Cult of Love & Light” is their complete lop-sided way of looking at the magnificent balance in the Uberverse; for with the insistence that creation’s ultimate game is balance, they sure don’t want to bring up the darkness which facilitates their existence to begin with. From the darkness of the womb we emerged, and most are attempting to make their way back into the allegorical Dark Mother that cradles all of existence and the life found within. The bright, shining, light that pierces our eyes in a journey of the flesh is usually followed by being yanked, spanking, snipped and jabbed before being assigned a corporate bill of sale to a Nemo with a social security number as a “convenient for the catholic church” accessory! That is to say, the destination of Divinity, when properly sought, is more likely than not as far away from “Love & Light” as you can get when you look at it like every ancient culture has before the prophecy of Andy Warhol turned out to be spot on. Whatever “God” or “Divinity” is, certainly a totality of Dark & Light is required to intimately Know it. Makes you wonder what the “Cult of Love & Light” are trying to blind you from in the darkness of what they truly are; the monstrous recesses of their ego no amount of therapy will ever allow them to reach.

 

It’s like this, Yeshua the Christ informed us that surely tares would be among the wheat of the harvest. The wheat of true spiritual essence, containing the ALL, wholly within itself, will be known when it bows, heavy with fruits. The tares will stand tall, proud, making a spectacle of themselves but being nothing more than worthless weeds. This allegory spat centuries ago, is what we see playing out now with this whole love & light, light-workery, channeling arch-angels bunch. If by chance you have skirted the casino, take my advice and cash out. It’s a racket run by people who think their toaster oven is listening to them and reporting back to the shadow government, who charge a fee for spiritual guidance or readings when they themselves are less than 42 hours away from chewing on a bottle of Vicodin, chased with cheap vodka & plowing their SUV right into a semi-truck, rather than face in this life the consequences of being a horrible person. But again, that’s the purpose of the threshing floor, is it not? To consume the false ministers of the “Cult of Love & Light” once the gavel comes down in a blazing inferno, or some such thing.

 

To close, there is no need to point any of this out to the profane that purport to be all Lovey Dovey & Whitey Lighty all the time, or at least when someone’s watching. It would be as pointless as announcing someone on crutches is clearly handicap when the evidence of that is open for all to see. Just smirk, pat them on the head and chuckle when they waddle off on the crutch of “Love” and the crutch of “Light”. The “Cult of Love & Light” is a collapsing black hole of nothing in the realms of True Spiritual Seekers. It swirls to eat up souls in an effort to validate itself, but at its core there is no light at all. The dead men’s tombs in the days of the Pharisees have nothing on the lifeless blabber mouths of the “Cult of Love & Light” in ours. Remember my Spiritual Cohorts, the sacred words of the Wu when walking Samsara. Protect ya neck.

 

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About D.L. Crumpton 71 Articles
Daniel Louis Crumpton, author of the groundbreaking novel "Then Came the Flood" (Westbow Press), is an enigmatic visionary, writer, and thinker whose journey through life has been a ceaseless exploration of boundless horizons. Born with an insatiable curiosity and an innate drive for understanding the intricacies of existence, Crumpton has dedicated his life to delving into the depths of various disciplines, from philosophy and spirituality to science and the arts. From an early age, Crumpton exhibited a rare talent for weaving words into profound narratives that resonate deeply with the human experience. This gift led him to pursue a path as a writer, captivating readers with his ability to distill complex concepts into eloquent prose. His works effortlessly bridge the gap between the esoteric and the tangible, inviting readers to ponder the profound questions that often lie at the heart of existence. Crumpton's literary exploration extends beyond the written word, as he is also a passionate advocate for fostering open dialogue and intellectual exchange. Through his engaging discussions and thought-provoking lectures, he has cultivated a vibrant community of like-minded individuals who are equally committed to exploring the realms of consciousness, the mysteries of the universe, and the human condition. In addition to his pursuits in writing and speaking, Crumpton's multifaceted nature is evident in his creative endeavors. Crumpton's journey has been one of continuous evolution, marked by an unyielding determination to push the boundaries of conventional thought. He challenges preconceptions and invites others to question the status quo, fostering an environment where growth and transformation thrive. His insatiable hunger for knowledge has led him to traverse diverse landscapes, from the halls of academia to the quiet contemplation of nature. As an explorer of both the outer cosmos and the inner dimensions of the mind, Daniel Louis Crumpton remains an inspiring figure whose life serves as a testament to the profound impact of unbridled curiosity, fearless inquiry, and the relentless pursuit of truth. His legacy is one that encourages us all to embrace the unknown, expand our perspectives, and embark on our own journeys of discovery. His writing has been featured on ZENINTHECAR.COM, OCHELLI.COM, DOWNLOADEDCONTENT.COM amongst many others. His views, ideas, insights and humorous perspectives on current social and political issues have been heard on internationally and nationally syndicated radio broadcasts such as Ground Zero with Clyde Lewis, Lighting the Void with Joe Rupe, The Ochelli Effect with Chuck Ochelli, The Vinny Eastwood Show and Coast to Coast with George Noory. Daniel Louis Crumpton’s ongoing experimental, introspective and conscious streamed writings, podcasts, videos and interviews can be found collected at ZENintheCAR.com. D.L. Crumpton is also well known for his charitable work with the CannaSense Total Wellness collective (getcannasense.com), which provides medical cannabis to patients in all 50 states.

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