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Ways of Thinking

2012-01-26T00:24:00.000-07:00

1. Ways of thinking exist.
2. There is not just one Way of Thinking.
3. There are many Ways of Thinking.
4. A Way of Thinking has its concreteness and abstractness.
5. A Way of Thinking cannot give up its concreteness or it will no longer be that Way of Thinking.
6. The abstractness of a Way of Thinking is its permeable bounds, its place of growth.
7. The concreteness of a Way of Thinking is its root premises.
8. The abstractness of a Way of Thinking is its flowering.
9. Individuals are generally inured to, enmired in, one Way of Thinking.
10. Way of Thinking A may be similar enough to Way of Thinking B that persons in each Way of Thinking like or tolerate each other.
11. Way of Thinking G may be so different from Way of Thinking Z that persons in each Way of Thinking do not understand, dislike, and cannot tolerate each other.
12. Each individual thinks his/her Way of Thinking is absolutely right.
13. There is a Way of Thinking that steps back from all Ways of Thinking and sees that all Ways of Thinking are simply Ways of Thinking.
14. A Smile forms in one's Heart and Great Laughter bursts out.

I am

2012-01-20T01:43:00.000-07:00

I am born out of the Cosmos and I know this to be so. I am a Borning.

I am replenished every moment with the Life Force of the Cosmos. I am a Momentum.

I am the Fire and the Darkness and the Light. I am the Source sourcing.

Without this Wellspring springing, I am nothing.

presuppositions

2012-01-19T04:08:00.000-07:00

Your presuppositions determine your world view. If you do not know your presuppositions, you are partially blind. You are prone to take your world view as Reality, rather than as reality.

Everyone has presuppositions. They are the frame within which we swing, performing our cognitive emotional gymnastics.

staging area

2012-01-16T23:33:00.001-07:00

This physical body is a staging area for the development of the spiritual body. We are to be kind to each other while doing so.

enfleshing ourselves around it

2012-01-04T04:09:00.002-07:00

As soon as one opens to a word, an entire universe is born. With no words, there is only this (pointing into all realms at once). And one has to be careful with the point or one will begin to believe that the point is the point.

As soon as one utters a word, structure is created. Prosperity, democracy, freedom. Sin, redemption, salvation. You, me, them. Love, grace, flow.

As soon as we create structure, we regard it as our skeleton, our frame, and enflesh ourselves around it. We are the living walking structure now. We say this is us, this is me.

We do not know we create the frame of our living. Willing recipients of mutual hypnosis, we live our lives in dream. We even dream we are awake. Then we feel good, maybe even a little superior, that we are among the awakened and we go on dreaming.

We move into paradox. The truly awake are those who do not know they are awake. As soon as they know they are awake, they are not awake. Yet those who do not know they are awake are dreaming. Round and round we go within this frame we have created.

The way out? The sudden crowing of a rooster. A shooting star. A baby's smile.

Word.

the cups

2012-01-02T04:40:00.001-07:00

A bunch of cups were sitting on a shelf. They began to size each other up. Each thought they were the only one capable of containing True Reality. Some were hoping and predicting the others would be smashed on the charge of False Containment. God opened the cupboard. They went wild with fevered anticipation. At last the day of reckoning had come! A wall of Wine came flooding through. Cups, shelves, cupboard, all were washed away. The Tsunami of the Wine of True Reality was beyond all expectation. The sputtering cups got so drunk they began singing a common song: How dry we were! How dry we were! We did not know how dry we were! God roared with laughter and led them in a round of Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey. True Reality was just a couple of words for nothing left to lose.

going to alabama

2011-12-28T18:03:00.005-07:00

...so we went to the convenience store on Christmas Day in Georgia to pick up a six pack of beer to take back to the motel after a Christmas day meal of chicken fried steak at IHop because no other restaurant was open in the whole danged town and the lady said we can't sell you any beer on Sunday but you can get it in Alabama & you can get there in 20 minutes so we skedaddled to Alabama and sure enough right there within a few feet of sanctified Georgia was a store selling the devil's handiwork & the fella said I'll put that beer in a bag for you and I said I don't want a bag and he says it's the law to put it in a bag and I said I'll put it inside my coat and he said the police will love that and he put it in a bag and we drove back into Georgia with our sin hidden in a plastic bag and all was fine with man, the law, and God and verily it was Christmas and we were content...

the wild-erness of be-wild-erment

2011-12-11T08:12:00.002-07:00

When one has understood the truth of one's existence and no longer accepts it, thinks that one knows better, one is thrown out of that Eden. One wanders with that better knowing, alien to all familiar. One has to then move into unknowing before a grace of understanding comes again.

the dance

2011-12-09T03:53:00.003-07:00

On conservatives: The form is always looking to contain the formless. On liberals: The formless is always looking to escape the form. And so the dance goes on.

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Each of us is a center of the universe ("God is a circle with no circumference whose center is everywhere"). The quality of our center radiates outward changing the quality of all around. ("When the electron vibrates, the universe shakes" - Sir Arthur Eddington.)

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The only truth speaker is the story teller.

ratio before logos = insanity

2011-12-08T01:43:00.000-07:00

A person or society relying upon rational thinking as the only true guide is like a near-sighted man in infinite darkness flicking away with a lighter fast running out of fuel. See him over there? The poor fool. He has lost his soul.

nothing is hidden

2011-12-05T01:59:00.004-07:00

When we hear, we hear the meaning of words. When we see, we see the hidden depths beyond appearance. Hence the meaning of the saying: "Let those who have ears hear, and those with eyes see." Nothing is hidden. It is we ourselves who become obtuse. We listen without hearing. We look without seeing. This is remediable.

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We cannot have new understanding without new essence. When we keep the same old essentiality, we keep the same old understanding. Hence the old Zen saying: "How many times must one jump on a pogo stick?"

the legs of the insister

2011-12-02T03:29:00.004-07:00

We are creatures of myth, of mythos, of mythopoetics, of metaphor. At times, we insist that our myth have legs, walk around in human form. And they do: the legs of the insister.

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Our state of consciousness produces the world we live in. Our individual state of consciousness produces our individual world. Our collective state of consciousness produces our collective world. You want to change the world? Change your state of consciousness.

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I weep for us. Without fur or feathers, we live in boxes. Naked slugs intent on ruling the world.

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Memo to Christian theologians: If you have a version, you are bound to have per-versions.

hijacked

2011-11-18T07:34:00.000-07:00

I think I am finally starting to get it at my deep core -- Our nation has been hijacked, sold out from under us. Forget bridges, highways, schools, libraries. Forget fairness and justice. To the corporations, we are just another third world nation whose sweat shop lackeys demand too high a wage.

x =

2011-11-13T02:31:00.002-07:00

To state it concisely is to kill it.
Every predictive equation must end with
"plus the Mystery of the Unknown."

That includes the predictive equation
your consciousness is forming right now.

making and remaking the world

2011-11-12T02:46:00.000-07:00

To interpret another person's world is to gain power over them within your world. If they accept this interpretation, you have colonized their world. If they do not, it is a sorcerer's war. Neither sphere of consciousness will relent.

A richness of encounter occurs when each opens to the other, producing an interspherical dynamic. This interflow of consciousness is mutually creative, co-creative.

When we give up our own center to another person's consciousness, we become their zombie. When many people merge consciousness in a single endeavor without losing their individual centers, this is no zombie state. This is a movement. From the point of view of those whose consciousness state it threatens, it is a revolution.

synthronous

2011-11-09T03:13:00.000-07:00

Sit in the seat at the center of your soul. Guess Who is already sitting there? Synthronicity: sitting on the same seat simultaneously. Uproarious laughter! Whose lap is whose?

hey! how about another war?

2011-11-06T05:40:00.001-07:00

Looks like the 1% are getting ready to lead us by the nose into the next war now that the latest one is winding down. Profits, empire building, and world domination, you know.

Sabres are rattling even more intensively about Iran. The same old fears will be trotted before "the American people" (a favorite phrase of politicians who are always ready to say what "the American people" want): weapons of mass destruction, threat to Christianity and to the American way of life by barbaric non-Christians. We will once again be incited to make the world safe for democracy, to blast the hell out of a country so we can win the hearts and minds of the people. Besides, we can get more oil to keep fueling our lifestyle. Wall Street will soar!

Looks as if Israel is being designated to lead the charge. Of course, with full U.S. support. That means the eventual sacrifice of the sons, daughters, husbands, and wives of the 99%, while the 1% wave flags and rake in the profits.

We'll see if U. S. citizens go driving around this time with battle flags flying from cars, drunk with war mania.

a next step

2011-11-04T04:29:00.003-07:00

We have just now begun to experience global or planetary consciousness. A next step is to know that we are embodyings of the cosmos itself.

dessicate

2011-10-31T05:04:00.000-07:00

I am dry

Not enough knives
and dismembered bodies
on the altar of the angel

Too little hurling of blood-soaked roses
into the daimon's dark abyss

Dry

Passion all leaked into the sands of the desert

Deserted

Dry

No loco parentis

soup du jour

2011-10-20T02:55:00.002-07:00

I traverse all universes with a single bound
never leaving this corpse they say is me.

it's all in your imagination

2011-10-18T00:36:00.000-07:00

Your imagination is the face of the Energy Flow you are. Whatever that face sees is real and is capable of becoming even more real.

clinging

2011-10-07T12:09:00.001-07:00

Clinging to any philosophical position or religious doctrine or worldview is like the ocean itself clinging to a floating toothpick to keep itself from drowning. Hahhahaha!

mind rap

2011-10-06T01:26:00.002-07:00

None of us can have an objective view of the world or any "thing" in the world. Our very looking transforms it. The quality of our sight determines what we see. And more than that, what we see transforms our sight. The world creates us as much as we create the world. We are the world we see. Wrap your mind around that!

considerations

2011-09-27T02:54:00.000-07:00

To all my good Christian friends who think in this language -- Consider that YOU are the Anti-Christ, that YOU are the Christ, that YOU are the Beast, that YOU are the Rapture. Consider that Christ has already come and dwells among us. Consider that the Great Battle is being fought and being won. Consider that this battle is taking place within YOU. And that YOU decide its outcome at every moment. As within, so without.

(Note: Yes, I apply the "YOU" I use to ME.)

shhhh!

2011-09-25T23:56:00.002-07:00

a secret so vast and startling it should not be told:
i am not in my body; my body is within me

spiritual truth

2011-09-25T03:41:00.000-07:00

When you stand on a pole of the earth (north or south), you are all meridians at once and no meridian at all. You are simultaneously everything and nothing.

octet

2011-09-18T03:47:00.000-07:00

1. Everything is always changing.
2. Though everything is always changing, we take a stance.
3. We are both proponents of change and opponents to change.
4. We are opposed to change that disrupts our comfortable norm.
5. We are in favor of change that affirms our comfortable norm.
6. Our comfortable norm is our cocoon.
7. A cocoon stance when maintained is a death stance.
8. Everything is always changing.

the prophet's lament

2011-09-12T07:46:00.002-07:00

He said: It's hard finding work as a prophet. And if you're a true prophet, you don't even want the work. You got no choice in the matter. Channels of communication are open, awareness is there and it must be spoken. Certain things are KNOWN and they must be said. Everything else comes last. If you rebel against it, you'll be chased around until you do your job. Thunder storms erupt in your head and lightning strikes hit your heart. Even when you live up to all the job requirements and speak what must be spoken, it seems to not amount to jack shit. I wouldn't recommend going into this line of work. But like I said, you got no choice in the matter. Don't mind me. I'm just having a bad day. Sometimes I'm totally prophetic.

lord knows i tried

2011-09-12T03:03:00.000-07:00

I tried on most every suit of clothes offered by the world and found none of them fit me.

tight ass

2011-09-11T02:36:00.002-07:00

I erect a monument to myself
a circuitous pile of turdation
created by my closed and rigid sphincter
guarded by a buzzing lawyer fly swarm
I stand stiff legged
a junk yard dog
protecting the fecundity
of my anality
sure as shit
that everyone desires it

hit

2011-09-05T06:43:00.000-07:00

How “hit,” oft regarded by the supercilious as the speech of uneducated hicks, is in reality a holdover from the language of King Arthur, a lineage which the scoffers will never attain.

In “The Quest of the Holy Grail” (Malory), Galahad is about to pull a sword out of a stone. “And anone he leyde hys honde on the swerde, and lightly drew hit out of the stone, and put hit in the sheethe, and seyde unto the kynge, ‘Now hit goth better than hit dyd aforehand,’”

labor day throngs en masse

2011-09-04T18:11:00.000-07:00

i weary of the world of men -- and wimmin too -- and small dogs gotten in one gulp -- i move in human guise -- lest trank darts take me down and i'm disposed of in accord with policy

dark light

2011-08-31T02:16:00.001-07:00

Seems to me that many religious, spiritual, and philosophical paths are designed to ward off the dark. In such instances, one does not realize that one IS the dark. One is afraid of one's own shadow. When one is the dark, one sees the light.

We are an interweaving of the two. The raising of one to the exclusion of the other leads only to trouble.

optical delusion

2011-08-23T02:23:00.000-07:00

When we live within the relative world and refuse to go beyond, we float within our own thought structure, like weightless babies in a holosphere projecting our world around us.

criminal behavior

2011-08-22T02:37:00.000-07:00

"All property is theft" (Proudhon). I do not see how this can be logically refuted. Thus realtors are engaged in the buying and selling of stolen property, and our legal and law enforcement system, which honors property rights over person rights, is aiding and abetting criminal activity. We do not care as long as it benefits us. When the gang in charge is one's own gang, all is right and proper.

it seems obvious to me

2011-08-20T01:09:00.001-07:00

It seems obvious to me that: (1) we did not give birth to ourselves, (2) when we trace our lineage back in space-time, we find that we arise out of Mystery, (3) we are this Mystery borning.

I seem to have two choices. I can toodle off on my own (which is not my own - I do not own my own nor am I on my on). I can open to the knowledge and the wisdom and the experience of the Mystery I am.

The first choice creates the human tragi-comedy. The second choice creates the world we say we would like to live in.

wily beast

2011-08-19T02:38:00.000-07:00

The ego is a wily beast. We say to ourselves, my ego, as if the ego is over there somewhere that we can deal with, when it is the ego itself saying "my ego."

significant step

2011-08-18T06:17:00.000-07:00

We have left the Age of Pisces (Fish) and are in the Age of Aquarius (Water Bearer). We are no longer swimming in water but are the water carriers. This is a significant step in the evolution of consciousness. We are consciously carrying what was once unconscious, containing what once was our container.

morning thoughts

2011-07-29T02:50:00.000-07:00

What I get from my own experience and from seers and diviners across ages and cultures is an understanding of awareness as the ongoing stepping down of energies from the Source with us humans at the end of the chain. We step down energy too and co-create the world we are and are in. We are little gods learning.
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When we reflect upon ourselves, we are birthing a golem. Upon letting go of self reflection, we birth all creation.
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The unconscious is generally considered as underground, with its contents emerging from shadowy depths. I conceive such, but regard that way of seeing as partial, incomplete. I am aware of the supraconscious, a "surround sound" from which all mysteries utter. Wisdom comes from all directions, not just from below.

all else is dream

2011-07-28T02:59:00.004-07:00

There is only Awareness now . . . and now . . . and now . . .
All else is dream.

Here is Awareness. All else is dream.

We sow what we reap.
All dreaming is a sowing.

If we look for a certain harvest,
it requires certain dreaming.

We can awaken, be Aware and stay awake.

Or choose a dream and dream it,
staying Aware that we are dreaming while dreaming.

r/evolution

2011-07-26T00:39:00.001-07:00

We have fallen so deeply into matter, I fear we will never get out. The solution I see is r/evolutionary: we must divest ourselves of ourselves, stop kissing our own hands and strutting our little frets. Emptying our self of self and opening in wider consciousness. Right action follows.

Running on Empty: Emptiness is a cosmic wormhole through which we find great fullness.

we

2011-07-22T01:53:00.000-07:00

We chatter away like birds
forgetting who we are.
We take the thin skin of the rind
for the whole melon.

We are like howler monkeys
hooting at the dawn.
Cacophony in the midst
of symphony.

We are the divine
emerging as mud.
This world! This world! we cry.
The only world!

on taking an enjoyable photo

2011-07-15T00:42:00.000-07:00

You want to know how to take an enjoyable photo? You have to go out of your goopy head and really see! We live in mystery. What calls one's attention is actually calling! For attention. The photo is a closing of an energetic circle, a cementing of the bonding that already exists. This is a felt experience. The universe is constantly posing and calling. The calling is the posing. The photo is the love that exists between the photographer and the model.

the right questions

2011-07-10T16:40:00.000-07:00

Difficulties come not so much from not knowing the right answers, but from not posing the right questions. For example, instead of asking why don't things go the way I want them to, asking why don't I unfold the way life unfolds?

self-talk

2011-07-06T17:09:00.002-07:00

I'm not a rational man. I'm a mystic, an intuitionist, a seer. Oh, I know ratio logic well enough. I grasp Aristotle and reasoning and thesis-antithesis-synthesis and hypothesis formation and testing and the scientific method and all that stuff. I know how to "pass for white." I went over to the camp of the left brain and learned its ways and its palaver. But I operate out of my right brain and my heart. This awareness goes way beyond human societal endeavor. To whom am I speaking? Myself, I guess. There aren't all that many of us around. Us mysticos. Living outside of time and geographical space, "in the world but not of the world," I walk the streets and marvel at the souls of men, humans and human pursuits. At one time I prayed to dummy down, to not feel and see so much. To no avail. Here now, at 73, I see I have done the best I can. Thus far. Now I look to see what higher gear I may shift to so that I may accomplish more. Accomplish, meaning to fulfill the expression of the light I see and know and feel. Making further schematics of the cosmos is fine, but there are plenty of those around. Saving trees is good. Feeding the hungry is mighty fine. I know how to think and see and speak and write. I listen fairly well, though I did that intensely for about thirty-five years and have had plenty enough of that. I know what to do. Keep expanding my capacity to receive. Not from humans, but from that-which-breathes-me. And the only way to do that is by expanding my capacity to give. Okay. Got it figured out now. Thanks.

bubbles of imprisonment

2011-07-06T06:44:00.002-07:00

"It" has no name. As soon as a name is assigned, a point of view, a budding religion, is formed. As soon as we open our mouths with "my" or "this" or "you" or "they" or whatever else, as soon as we open our mouths, we are trapped inside a world. We will not shut up however. You can see I am not doing so. I am using words to point out a realm of no-words. Of course, no-words, since it is a word, can be an entrapment too. Concepts are small prisons, bubbles forming out of "It."

more ancient way

2011-07-04T05:59:00.003-07:00

I belong to neither catholic nor protestant, but to a more ancient way -- the blood of life arising out of darkness.

land mine

2011-06-29T04:40:00.002-07:00

My soul is still reverberating with the anger and suspicion, the doubt and fear hurled at me unexpectedly yesterday. Wow! Did I step on a land mine! Judged, sentenced, condemned and executed in one fell swoop. My head was handed to me on a plate. I sat stunned for a while and then began to laugh. We humans can be so weird. I do not laugh at that person. I have sorrow for their pain. I laugh at the bizarreness of it all. And I weep within my heart.

open and shut case

2011-06-27T04:29:00.000-07:00

This will blow your world together, not apart.
So if you like your life of dramatic separation, do not grasp this --
There is no that unless you become a this.
There is no there unless you become a here.
There is no you unless you become a me.
To the hinge of a door, open is the same as shut.

minding out of no-mind

2011-06-26T12:40:00.001-07:00

Many folk plug along in the ordinary (ordinal) consciousness state. Others move into the realm of no-mind and let their despised or abandoned intellects lie fallow. My method is to not ditch the intellect, but to put it "in the service of transcendent consciousness" as Antoine Faivre puts it. I call this minding out of no-mind.

magi

2011-06-26T05:19:00.002-07:00

Whatever we imagine we immediately are.
Imagination = in-form-ation (Baader).
We in-form ourselves via our imagination.
Whatever we imagine, we become.
Through imagination, angels and demons are formed.
This world we in-habit is a creation of our collective imagination.
Imagination produces what we call reality.
Imagination is a powerful tool of change.
Whatever is imagined becomes real at that moment. When two or more imagine it over a period of time, it becomes observable to others and eventually makes the daily news.
Imagination is the seedbed of formation. What starts as in-form-ation becomes external formation.
Mage. Magi. Magic. Imagination.

hahaha . . .

2011-06-24T00:56:00.002-07:00

Hahaha . . . Our greatest difficulty arises from invention of the personal pronoun. In free fall, we tie a not in our tale, hoping to arrest our development. And it works. We march the erectile I through the day, soothe with chocolate the floodplain me, engage the clutch of the grasping mine. Hahaha . .

kin

2011-06-23T02:10:00.004-07:00

Somewhere within me
is a backwoods country preacher
living on pine sap and eggshell coffee
holding his Bible above his head
and crying out for Mercy.

He lives in a cabin in the woods,
reads by a kerosene lamp.
He picks and eats the muscadines,
savors their purplish damp.

He prays for those all around,
the chipmunks and the squirrels.
Splits kindling for the widowed lady
and entertains her girls.

On Sundays he goes to church
and calls the angels down.
The people stand and sing and pray,
eat dinner on the grounds.

I am not him but he is me
and I welcome his dear soul.
He visits in the dead of night
and we open to God's gold.

time on earth

2011-06-20T12:54:00.001-07:00

To get a sense of how long humans have been on earth, hold one of your arms straight out to the side, palm extended. Considering the time of earth formation as at your shoulder joint, if you took a nail file and filed off the tip of the nail of your furthest reaching finger, you would eliminate the entire human species. (In my moments of greatest chagrin at what we are doing to the planet, I peer into the heavens for any sign of the Cosmic Nail File.)

the baby

2011-06-19T02:05:00.003-07:00

"Critical reasoning and visionary intuition (are) modes of knowing now more than ever out of sync." Henry Corbin, The Man of Light.

Some go too far in one direction and throw out the baby with the bath water; others never bathe the baby at all and cling to it with no consideration.

prayer

2011-06-18T04:22:00.000-07:00

If I am to go down in flames, let me shed the most light possible.

story

2011-06-17T01:26:00.003-07:00

Everything is story. What we call "facts" are elements of story. This is true for scientific fact, for historical fact, for religious fact, and for societal fact. Our consciousness is such that as soon as we hear "facts" we weave story out of them. As soon as we hear story, we look at its weave for fact. Facts and story interweave. When we adhere to a particular story, whether it be scientific, historical, religious, or societal, we become blind to certain fact and wed to others. A master storyteller believes all the stories while telling them including the Story of All Stories and the Story of No Story. A story is a storehouse of fact. One person's facts are another person's incomprehensibles. Stories are never not factual. Stories are all we are and have. That's my story.

thinking allowed

2011-06-16T02:11:00.002-07:00

Reminder to myself: When in a crucible, let yourself cook. Do not hasten to remove yourself too early.
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I do not seem to see as others do. All earthly things vanish and I stand in the realm of the Mystery and the Divine.
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Musing:
1. God is dead
2. God is no thing
3. No thing is dead
4. Nothing is dead
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Hmmm . . . How odd it is that some think I am an idiot for following the teachings of Jesus and for believing in a Creator. I may be an idiot but these are not the reasons.
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In a cosmos that is alive, aware, and energetic, revelation and disclosure is not "supernatural" but is a natural process. One simply has to be quiet and receptive with open heart. Of course, if one has dialed it down to "only matter," little is disclosed. One does not hear a mate who is only a piece of meat.
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To know something we must identify with it, move toward becoming identical with it. We must then let it go. A useful hand cannot remain a grasping fist.

sacrifice

2011-06-08T00:27:00.000-07:00

I appreciate Prometheus and Jesus who were willing to bring fire and light to this world even though it resulted in torturous death. Prometheus stole from the gods to do so. Jesus re-presented the gods.

moving on

2011-06-07T00:30:00.000-07:00

I look no more to focus on the thought communities of man, but to focus on the Thought Community that brings all into existence.

two brothers, an outlaw, and merciful justice

2011-06-01T02:10:00.001-07:00

I continue to write "The Adventures of Stagger Li." Not only is it an entertaining story, it is emerging as unconventional theology. Rather than the usual trinity of father, son, and holy ghost, the mythopoetic characters are a quaternity of four warriors: two brothers, an outlaw, and merciful justice. Merciful justice is female. The end of the current aeon produces this transformation. All timepieces start again at zero.

corpse suckles

2011-05-29T01:21:00.000-07:00

Consider this: you reside within a future corpse. Meanwhile you entertain the corpse: run food through it, copulate with other corpses, have corpse children, watch corpse movies, pray to the god of corpses. You exercise your corpse: walk it around, run it around, put it on a treadmill. You haul your corpse here and there. You sit it in chairs, prop it in interesting positions. Consider the old Zen question: Who is it dragging this corpse around?

bludgeoning of the burgeoning

2011-05-25T01:43:00.008-07:00

Heart wells and swells
spilling over and out of the eyes in tears.
An entire corps of engineers
stands by ready
to divert such foolishness
into cold practicality.
And then there come
the cuckolding critics
ready to push
penile implants of cold logic
into my fresh metaphoric bride.
I stare them down
a snarling dog
with upraised hair.
Turning back to my heart swell
I plop down at her feet
raise my eyes adoringly.
Else how would a poem get written?

the ject sect

2011-05-23T12:59:00.000-07:00

ject: the thrown -- subject: crawling beneath the thrown -- object: splitting up the thrown -- deject: casting down the thrown -- reject: tossing aside the thrown -- conjecture: conning the thrown -- and so on

one understanding of us and all that exists is that we are the thrown -- an ongoing process hurtling from a hurling -- of course that is conjecture but so is all our poetry of our being

co-creation

2011-05-18T06:16:00.000-07:00

This maxim has startling implications, both in everyday life and in experimental physics: Whatever we think is so will be found.

open range

2011-05-06T05:36:00.000-07:00

Today I look to lollygag, to diddle around and dawdle -- to talk with friends, guffaw with grins -- a babe in life's fine crawdle.

the reigning of cats and dogs

2011-05-06T00:22:00.000-07:00

Categorization leads to catatonia, dogma to doggerel. When will we learn that cats cannot be herded and dogs run free through the night.

if you're so smart, why do you keep reading all them books?

2011-05-05T00:49:00.000-07:00

I have been reprimanded more than once by the less bookish for keeping a number of books with me across my lifespan. The central thought of this admonishment is ditch the books. I suppose I am seen as some sort of snail that drags this large shell around. I should annihilate the shell and become some other creature. More free and open. Like them.

My focus in life is on states of consciousness. The books by philosophers, poets, metaphysicians, scientists, martial artists, zen patriarchs, psychologists, gnostics, and so on -- thinkers spanning centuries and cultures -- comprise part of my laboratory of consciousness investigation. A woodworker should as soon give away all his woodworking tools.

downtown

2011-04-15T12:19:00.000-07:00

sitting in the square
going no whare
drinking dark black
wind at my back
wimmin in tight jeans
butts winking dreams
lady in summer dress
i like best
dog window barking
tourists window shopping
black robed priest
talking to the least
navajo nation man
riding in a van
sky keeps on blooming
high clouds entombing
me a holy heathen
way past grieven

matricide

2011-04-13T03:11:00.000-07:00

One consciousness set has it that earth is just "stuff" to be manipulated, exploited, made a profit from, and that any life forms or scenic beauty that get in the way of this profiteering are expendable (to be exterminated). This is a state of consciousness that is killing us today. It will not stop until earth is a barren rock pitted and leveled and foul. This state of consciousness is the deepest form of insanity.

a little morning rant and affirmation

2011-04-11T02:22:00.001-07:00

Who in their right mind would want to have a voice in Washington? I would rather have the voice of the crocus blooming or the sky-filling happiness of the goose reunion or the rush of the brook now unfrozen. A voice in Washington? Might as well wish to inhabit the foreskin of Baal or to become the sputum sneezing weaponry and progress and war. Washington is not in our favor. We are less than pawns in its games. The Voice I love is the Voice of the Tao, of the Flow of Life Spirit, of the Earth so radiant at Her core, of the Cosmos from which we spring and which we Are.

arising each morning to the wild impetuous

2011-04-02T07:16:00.002-07:00

Arising each morning to the wild impetuous, I eventually become aware of “the things to do today.” That never-ending list of shoveling away debris and bringing in new supplies. Maintenance I believe it’s called. I do not wish to maintain. I wish to exuberate! Arising each morning to the wild impetuous, I eventually become aware of “the things to do today.” I leap into them with my whole spirit and bring them into the joyous. The list disappears, never was. Only the wild impetuous now vacuuming, now buying groceries, now chasing the cat around the house.

see spot run

2011-03-30T00:41:00.001-07:00

I do not trust the conscious mind to lead me where I wish to go, with its trivialized pursuit of shalt and shalt not, its dog's head gazing fondly at nothing while its body sinks into oblivion.

RoboMyth

2011-03-27T08:14:00.000-07:00

We step inside our Myth,
adjust its harness and its straps.
We become RoboMyth.
We harness ourselves in GNP and in Progress.
We strap on Creation or Evolution.
We step into A-Gnostic or Gnostic, Theist or A-Theist.
We become Wild Party-Seeker.
We space out into Enlightened Cynic.
We dive into True Romantic Heart Lover.
And so on.
Other’s Myths are Unreal Illusion.
My Myth is Truth.
This is the way the World works.
This is a portion of my Myth.

paper trail

2011-03-26T00:18:00.004-07:00

i leave myself
cryptic notes

do not forget to
save the world

this wound
is your salvation

your burning heart
illuminates the cosmos

my darkness lights
the nether spheres

every move i make
dislodges countless universes

words are alive

paragate

2011-03-22T06:47:00.001-07:00

dream: beautifully crafted gates with inlaid gold, silver, jewels lying flat on pavement as a guide and i looked at them -- way wide open

the ascendance of the tail

2011-03-07T02:29:00.008-07:00

If we allow 0 (the circle with no circumference whose center is everywhere) to represent Quality and 6 (0 with a tail on it) to represent quantity, in this quantitative time of 666, we live in the time of the unholy trinity of the tail wagging the dog.

666 is not only the sign of the ascendance of the tail (quantity) but of uniformity. And as the seer-visionary Rene' Guenon pointed out, uniformity is not unity. Uniformity is the ruthless advance of "the reign of quantity" which forever leads to separation. Replaceable parts is the order of the day and all living beings are nothing but parts.

This quantitative world is proceeding with ever faster acceleration making the earth over into its image as it goes. Nothing will destroy this juggernaut except itself when it gets so far from Quality it flies apart in disarray.

I believe it is approaching its death cycle.

transcending the horizontal

2011-03-01T00:46:00.001-07:00

We warrant greater dreams than our biographies, especially now at this time.

Characterological knots occur only when moving on some imagined horizontal plane.

". . . (L)inear reading deprives us of countless daydreams" (Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space).

When we live entirely in the linear, the horizontal, we lock ourselves into the prosaic, march-stepping through time as a fixed character (even the rebeller against horizontal society is stuck in a role).

The only way out is up. We trance-end the horizontal. The vertical gives us both height and depth while simultaneously living the imagined horizontal.

attached to the behind

2011-02-28T01:10:00.001-07:00

A common human trait is to belittle that which one has left behind but one has not left it behind as long as one continues to belittle it.

odorous humanoids

2011-02-16T12:27:00.000-07:00

Pet Peeve: Humanoids (usually of the feminine gender) who douse themselves with chemical odorants and sit near one in a restaurant or walk by laying down a vapor trail of poison assaulting one's nose and taste buds. I fantasize whipping out a small odorant extinguisher and foaming them down.

monks of yore

2011-02-09T16:33:00.000-07:00

Monks of yore oft called their body "Brother Ass." Their discipline was to ride their ass to salvific enlightenment. I call my body "Dawg." I feed him snacks and we take each other on long walks. I love my Dawg and he loves me. We even sleep in the same bed.

solidifying our self-made crypt

2011-02-08T07:35:00.001-07:00

Whatever one's ideas of reality, they need to die and fresh understandings arise. Otherwise we wear the same clothes every day. We march in our uniform into oblivion.

how i differ from christians

2011-01-25T11:27:00.000-07:00

I am seeing how I differ from Christians. I do not live in the Christian cosmos; the Christian cosmos lives in me (along with the Buddhist, the Islamic, the Taoist, the Vedic, the Mesoamerican, and others).

CosmoGeek

2011-01-02T03:01:00.000-07:00

A definition common among self-identified geeks is: "one who is primarily motivated by passion," indicating somebody whose reasoning and decision making is always first and foremost based on his personal passions rather than things like financial reward or social acceptance…. A person with a devotion to something in a way that places him or her outside the mainstream. This could be due to the intensity, depth, or subject of their interest. –Wikipedia

My entire life (seven decades plus) has been spent, and no doubt will continue to be spent in looking to comprehend what it means to be a human, what it’s all about. I am a CosmoGeek.

A fisherwoman told me the other day if you want to catch fish you have to know what they are biting. You match the hatch and the catch, she said. You find the hatch under rocks and logs. It’s not just lying around, she said. You have to look for it.

That’s a useful metaphor for my life as a CosmoGeek: turning over rocks in odd places. Trying to understand the hatch and what it catches, the bait-fish duo, then opening to comprehending the stream and its environs, the astronomical seasons, the astrological signs, the state and extent of the cosmos, and back to who it is holding the pole anyway? And wasn’t I, when it got right down to it, trying to catch myself? Well, I’m getting ahead of myself, but you see how it goes with a geeko mind.

While other boys were exploring four-barrel carburetors and/or the intricacies of the female anatomy, I was looking to comprehend belief systems, thought communities, religions, ways of life, philosophies, superordinates, supraordinates.

Why, when I asked adults my spiritually geeky questions, did they respond with some version of you-will-understand-as-you-get-older?

Why, I pondered later, in the ‘70s, did R. Crumb’s Mr. Natural, when asked what it all means, reply “Don’t mean sheeit?” This puzzled me. Was this profundity? Or simply a casual tossed-off expression of a tortured mind? And if it don’t mean sheeit, what does it mean?

Very few wished to talk about it.

the mysterious deepening

2010-12-31T07:35:00.000-07:00

Can you not see the mysterious deepening of a word, any word, or do you glide over with your own chatter? I fear the latter. Porcupine, breath, gasp, galaxy, tulip, ponderosa, grandfather, mother, kin, cosmos, the mind shifts between each comma. Period, quota, exuberance, Afghanistan, default, murder, the mind reels. Fish, cumquats, crocodiles, amoeba, macroscope, phantasm, shadow. A richness of sound and meaning beyond comprehension. Can you not see the mysterious deepening of a word, any word?

no No Creator

2010-12-30T09:26:00.000-07:00

In experimental science, one does not seek to prove a hypothesis; one seeks to disprove the null hypothesis: that the hypothesis is not the case. Following these rules of science, the proof for the non-existence of a Creator is at the fore... here. Those who accept the existence of a Creator have nothing to prove. Those who say no have that responsibility.

If that responsibility is shrugged off, those who believe no Creator exists fall back to a simple statement of belief, which is not science at all. The statement then becomes a positive one: “I believe in No Creator. No Creator created the cosmos.” The null hypothesis now is that no No Creator exists.

kaleidoscope

2010-12-28T02:30:00.001-07:00

We have our kaleidoscope of opinion. We peer at the world through it. We turn it this way and that way and loudly pronounce, announce our view.Where can I find a human looking at the world like a newborn babe, no collide-o-scope in sight?

chording discord

2010-12-25T04:03:00.004-07:00

As soon as we speak
the world is limited
shrouded in proclamation.

The heart's voice sings
enchanting creation
of world revivification.

templar

2010-12-25T03:25:00.003-07:00

Concrescence of the Present
I call myself to Mind
the Temple of the Grail
where all Holy dwell.

dwellers of the heath

2010-12-20T01:09:00.002-07:00

I am no christian.
I am a heathen (dweller of the heath: the wild and open spaces).
I am a Jesusian (gee-soos-ee-uhn),
a follower and lover of Jesus,
who is also a dweller of the heath.

prison break

2010-12-15T06:31:00.001-07:00

Some see language as a prison, binding us within its walls. I experience each word as a reverberation of the known on out into the unknown, the Mystery.

embed

2010-12-15T06:02:00.001-07:00

Being embedded as meat means that receptivity to the Signal varies now and then, the result of our thickness.

shoveling horseshit

2010-12-14T04:02:00.003-07:00

We become preoccupied with things "out there" and things "in here." We keep shoveling and rearranging that horseshit because "there must be a horse under here somewhere" while the horse stands all around us awaiting our attention.

hiding the Hidden

2010-11-24T01:12:00.000-07:00

This universe is the Mystery, the Hidden manifesting. Man is smearing this universe with his stuff, hiding the Hidden. This cannot last, as the Hidden is more powerful than the hiding.

fire water

2010-11-23T02:03:00.000-07:00

The Fire of spirit is the Water of life.

dear unborn kin

2010-11-21T02:18:00.002-07:00

Dear Unborn Kin,

We fiddle with superficiality while the earth burns. No help and none anticipated from politics: clowns to the left of us and jokers to the right, to quote Mister Bobby Dylan. The schizoid rant of demagogues. Religion has gone down in flames. Its supposed replacement with ratio logic and the sciences of externality is not proving satisfactory. Big Pharm busily manufactures chemicals that give us cancer and other chemicals that promise its cure. We don't care as long as we can push full carts of junk from big box stores with our fat fat bodies to our awaiting dinosauric chariots. We don't care as long as we can keep stuffing our eyes and our mouths with trivia of so little nutrient we crave more, our hunger never satisfied. But we do care. Underneath we know something at the core is wrong. We know what we need is the light of wisdom and the heat of love. Many of us are looking to embody that light and heat. Close to the end of this dark age, we look to light a beacon so strong that allies from all over can land and help us. I know our light is seen. That is why I write to you. I know we will make it through and you will be here.

Your loving ancestor

heaven and hell

2010-11-19T01:33:00.000-07:00

One of the most profound books I have ever read is Swedenborg's "Heaven and Hell." Held in highest esteem by D. T. Suzuki, chief interpreter of Zen Buddhism to the Western world, and by Henry Corbin, translator and insightful commentator on the spiritual depths of Islam, Swedenborg is thoroughly Christian.

red eye and bloody bones

2010-11-18T00:47:00.000-07:00

Like mythic cavemen of old, we ride this fossil fuel dinosaur down, down to its death throes, sucking its blood as it dies, peering around for some next slurping to feed our vampirish hunger.

because we are brothers

2010-11-14T11:02:00.002-07:00

My oldest brother appeared to me in a dream last night, right in front of me, face-to-face, as clear as now. I asked: "Why are we so distant?" He said: "Because we are brothers." We laughed. We journeyed together and experienced and spoke of many things.

en-thrall-ed

2010-11-14T04:12:00.001-07:00

Your opponent, what you rant and rail against, is what you are captured by. Captivated. Enthralled. Your opponent is an aspect of yourself which you spurn. Political ranters are like ravens pecking at a mirror. In the mirror what is right is left and what is left is right.

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Don't give up your tv. Buy another one. Tune one to MSNBC, the other to FOX. Butt their screens together and let them have at it while you go on your way.