I don’t think we’ve ever drunk enough – that’s the problem. We’ve never reached perfect drunkenness. Or if we have, we haven’t sustained it. We haven’t let drunkenness carry us with it. We’ve never followed its movement.
There’s a drunkenness we have to reach. It takes training. It isn’t easy. It’ s a discipline. You have to dedicate yourself to drinking. Night after night.
There are super-drinkers out there … like super-athletes. They’re paced for the long term. They’re dedicated. Disciplined.
Drunkenness isn’t the aim – it’s the byproduct. There’s something else you’re looking for when you drink. A way of tuning in. An attunement. There’s a way of sensing deeper movements. Like tectonic movements. But of the spirit. Spiritual movements.
I just think there are other planes we can reach. Of perception. Of being. We can live in other ways.
Through drinking?
There are ways of attuning ourselves to … God knows what. To God, maybe. To the movements of God. To the dreams of God. To the longings of God.
What does God long for?
Us – to turn our faces to Him. To acknowledge Him. To say: we are Your creatures. We were created by You.
There’s a glory … almost beyond our reach. But that we can touch, when we drink. There’s truth. Just there – just over there. That we could reach, if only we could reach out …
God is waiting for us … on the other side. We just have to find a way to go towards Him.
And drinking … Drinking is the way. The drunken way. The giving-it-all-up way.
We have to discover the current. Let the current carry us. Take us there.
Where?
To God, of course. To the kingdom of fucking heaven.
We can be flawed. We can be fools. We can be borderline alcoholics, which we are. But God doesn’t mind. God will forgive us. God is bigger than that.
God knows we thirst for him. God knows we’re holy drinkers. That drinking is the path. That it’s a way in which we’re allowed to come close.
I’m religious when I drink. This is all I know of religion, practically.
God is here. I know it. God wants me to drink. God wants me to drink more and more.
A religious drinker. A drinker who gets more religious with every drink. It’s beautiful … it’s all beautiful.
What’s beautiful?
God’s creation. God’s drunken creation.
I want to hear a drunken sermon. What’s our text for tonight? This bit from Paul. The powers … the fucking principalities.
… For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places … take unto you the whole armour of God.
Fucking A.
I like your drunken smile … I love it, your drunken smile.
Bless me father … bless us all … we need your benedictions. We need to feel as though we are good. That we can be good. Bless us all.
Tonight, we’re following God’s plan. We’re giving ourselves over to God. We’re putting ourselves in God’s fucking hands.
Tonight, the whole world is drunk. Tonight everyone and everything is drunk. We’re drunk in the world-drunkenness. We’re messianic people. We’re God’s people. We’re drunk and drunk and drunk … We’re God’s elect. A drunken choir. We sing upwards …
Tell us, Cicero. Fucking testify. Tell us about God. Tell us the most beautiful God-stories. I want to hear about angels. About Adam. About the Son of fucking Man.
Tell us the most beautiful things Jesus did. Just the words. How he overturned the tables. How he told those parables. How he was crucified – fucking crucified. How he was fucking born again. How he rolled away the fucking stone.
Work in Progress 