9. On the Root of All Insanity

The body is an instrument. It is played by vibrations like any other sound-maker. We begin to destroy the body when we teach children to be quiet. Children come from the womb with intimate knowledge on how to play the body. The limbs scramble agog in the air and swing to and fro, seemingly aimlessly. When they cry out it is from the heart, from the depths of the soul. They are calling out to the universe to meet their needs and using every ounce of their being to do so. Somehow, we lose this on the journey to become an adult.

But the fact is we are made to leak. Tears are just as important as laughter, although we are made to become self-conscious of both. We are designed to make sound and to project the vibrations from within out into the physical world, whether by speech or song. I don’t know about you, but I became so inhibited as a child that I’m terrified of singing publicly. I have a goal, now, to sing a song that I wrote on a stage in front of an audience.

Some think that the body is disposable because of its temporal nature. However, it is intrinsic to the human experience. If you pay attention, you see that the sound that your voice makes vibrates through your body. You can feel it in the depth of your gut. If you observe carefully, singers use their whole bodies to craft their art. Celine Dion wields her whole being, not just her voice. The body is an instrument.

The same is true of those whose art is that of playing musical instruments. We say that they play the instrument, but it is really the body that is being played. The instrument is merely an extension of that which is played. Watch carefully how the performer’s whole body is used in the expression of the soul coming through the sound of the cello, the guitar, the piano, the violin, the saxophone.

Art is where we rediscover our childlikeness. It requires vulnerability to revert to our natural state of expression. It feels awkward because of our conditioning against it, which is the first form of abuse that most of us experience.

The child has no sense of self-consciousness without such conditioning. The child plays his body with abandon; he comes innately endowed as the singular arbiter of his dance, the exclusive virtuoso to his corpus of protoplasmic puissance.

Or didn’t you notice? Were you too busy trying to smother his fire?
Where can shame be possibly found in such a one as that? Here is where we find the root of all insanity, that we – the offspring of God – would take the very thing that makes us like Him and distort it into that which must be hiding under fig leaves. What people miss in scripture is the threaded theme throughout of reversion to the childlike state before God – crucial to the experience of being Fathered by Him and to the experience of love, joy, and peace. It is positionally the only state that matters in relation to Him, and the one that religious people take pains to not tell you about.

However, the one you claim with your mouth as Lord has this to say about it to his own disciples,

“At that time the disciples came to Jesus and said, ‘Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?’ And He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, ‘Truly I say to you, unless you turn back and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me; but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a heavy millstone hung around his neck, and to be drowned in the depth of the sea!'”

Matthew 18:6

Let me ask you a few questions, then, to see if you understand. Are you able to cry? Are you able to shout with joy? Is your body, your instrument, allowed to play the music of your dance? Can you understand why it is for your greatest good to “turn back and become like children”? And do you know why it is a crime in heaven to cause one to stumble?

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