It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot. Why this motley crew of dead rock stars, scientists and philosophers? Why angels and Jesus, contrasting with heroin addicts who committed suicide? Why John Lennon?
I’ll tell you what I think: I think that religious figures and theology is only going to get you so far. I think rock stars are the modern prophets. Well, some of them are. It’s a cool way to be a poet, to rail against injustice, to ask people for peace, anyway.
Some people go to church. Some go to concerts. Some sing hymns to organ music, some pump their raised fists to hip-hop, some used to slam dance to punk rock. I don’t know if they do anymore. I think the same functionality is there: transcendence. Wherever you are, in church, in the concert crowd or by yourself somewhere else, it’s that experience we’re searching for. The feeling of being understood. That moment when we are lifted from our bodies and understand how we’re a part of this planet crawling with darkness and insanity. We search for that place where we can see the light and the hope, even if it’s only screaming out and naming the injustices in the world – the cry is a promise that one day, when you get a chance, you’ll change it.
So why famous people? Why am I talking to dead rock stars? (Hey!) Okay, and dead comedians. Maybe these guys can reach people who aren’t looking for spirituality in a church, who can’t relate to Jesus. Maybe it’s not possible to get to everyone through “spirituality”; there are other ways to the heart. You can open the heart through art, a poem, a song, a story. You can get them to laugh, laugh at God, at their own life, at themselves. There is freedom in laughter, and redemption too, sometimes.
It’s interesting, the language evolving around this whole spiritual movement that’s bubbling up around psychics. I’ve heard terms like “ascended masters” tossed around. What does it take to be a “master”? Is that like a new kind of saint? Who decides, of the millions of spiritual teachers, who gets to be on that list? What do you have to do, to be on it? Win a nobel prize? Sing about peace? Make a million people laugh? Or cry?
How many people need to be reached, before you get to be an “ascended master” – Hey George Carlin, are you an ascended master? No one’s ever called me “master” in that context.
Hey George, have you talked to Jesus yet?
(laughs) Yeah, he was the first guy to sit down with me. Said Lennon was busy, the lazy sonnovabitch.
What did you talk about?
Sorry toots, that’s just for me. I will tell you this though: Christ has some hair on his chest. This guy’s talking to me and I can’t stop looking at his chest hair. I’m thinkin, “What’s a holy (demi-god?) doing with so much chest hair?” You know it’s there because he wants it. It’s not like Christ has to go to a waxer. Unless he enjoys the pain, which frankly, would explain a LOT about that guy.
Hey! I remember your “hair” bit from the 70s!
Well I was a hippy then you know. Hair was rebellious!
Maybe Jesus was rebelling against your idea of him.
*rolls eyes, scowls*
Yeah, I think I made him leave. Whoops.