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The herd perceives only within their species, within their particular paradigm. Is the human mind any different? And one of the above cows is a Democrat, the other a Republican, the other I think, a Christian. And they all are convinced they are "right," have "truth," and can "prove" their positions. This is because they all rely on their level of awareness, intellect and reason, always interpreted by their perceptions. Higher levels of consciousness are psychic connections. They cannot be reasoned, rationalized or intellectually conceived. They are not causal or Newtonian, but quantum, or, on another frame of reality which does not correspond with our cause and effect as we perceive it. |
What is life but through thoughts measured and created within our mind constructed grids. And only there, nowhere else.
In tension that lives within a relaxation, a realization which does not and yet does - come through mental training, allows this acknowledgment. This shaping and creating - both individually and collectively - gives us our grids - our only means of interpreting reality; our lies to live our truths. From The Mind of |
"At present our body is undoubtedly the center of our whole universe. We associate it, without thinking, with our self and our ego, and this thoughtless and false association continually reinforces our illusion of their inseparable, concrete existence. Because our body seems so convincingly to exist, our "I" seems to exist and "you" seem to exist, and the entire illusory, dualistic world we never stop projecting around us looks ultimately solid and real. When we die this whole compound construction falls dramatically to pieces." Sogyal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, p. 241
Someone asked me the other day what books I have been reading. Funny thing, after all of the books I'm constantly reading I could only nane a few, the rest I couldn't remember at the top of my head. I fell silent.
I think this illustrates what Plotinus metaphysically expounds on, that is the soul's awareness to higher levels, diverting it's attention away from the physical, only to slowly fade of it's memory in the sensory world, or what Plato says in his Myth of Er, where each of us drink from the waters that erase our discursive memories, but never the knowledge of the self-itself, or of what the Tibetan Buddhists consider as the difference between our sensory thinking mind and its occurences, the world of samsara and the Rigpa, or the true nature of the self - the Buddha consciousness, the open-empty sky of Beinghood.
Peace
I see the world in a coca-cola bottle and the desert sky.
Handful of Marooned Moons
Shadows passing by
The lion snake lurks
The sleeping love on his side
Humming bird in my eye
I want to dieInside the shadow caves of no surprise
Darkness all around - Will you abound?
I see the inside all around.
In what you say with words of quest
In torment smile, of foolish jest.
Planet November and her dry brown roots,
Windy tunnels, warm Indian summer,
Leaves at my feet, startled by the heat,
Nose at my knee, Soldier Standing by,
Loyal, lost, sun is thru the trees,
Musty, Newly decaying cool-warmth of lovely faded lying leaves
Crunching in Autumn's afternoon
Sun shaded forest, path of windy tunnels.
"The great truths can never be apprehended with the mind, only with the heart."- PLATO
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As the man of historicity, you can rely on faith, on tradition, on religion, on science and philosophy, but that is your illusion, your wall of safety to look away from the void, a void much too deep for entry. As the sun blinds the eyes, you must look away. Archaic man renewed himself - renewed his history, renewed the world's history entirely, recreated as new. Before the New Year's regeneration he would become chaotic. Singing, dancing, revelry and orgies would occur symbolizing death. Death equals chaos, the chaos used by the gods to create the world. So chaos is what the archaic man turned to before his symbolic death to be then reborn as new in a new world in the New Years Festival. All of this archetypes the seasons. The death and rebirth. The chaos of the autumn colors in brightness and beauty before their death in Winter and subsequent rebirth in the Spring - the original time of ancient cultures celebration of the New Year's Festivals.
12/6/04 Always an exchange, but how far does it have to go? Trail "occurence!!" . . . "Onward, forward we go youths, we must move on!" William Blake's words of "to see the world in a grain of sand" are the extremity of the internal search inwards - bound to the walls of indifference.
11/21/04 CONSCIOUSNESS, A NATURAL OCCURRENCE OF COLLECTIVE DNA - THE CREATION OF DUAL EXISTENCE Like the morning dew drops, formed, so consciousness becomes formed under the right conditions. The weather is cool, low clouds cover and then the morning dew drops form, watering the earth, and in parallel, the DNA have found a way to survive, replicate, through collectivization into larger structures, into organisms, as in animals and humans, and when they do, consciousness naturally occurs or forms, just like the dew drops of the moisture. It seems that the natural occurrence is when the conditions of the collective joining of molecules into a larger whole occurs then a consciousness forms by either absorbing a portion of the blanket energy or by each individual molecule's individual energy contributed to a whole. Anotherwards, when the molecules are joined together as an organism they each contribute their individual power in a larger whole, or, they seem to be grabbing from the fabric of universal existence part of a force which forms a consciousness. It's like the DNA collectivized then traps this portion of either cellular or universal energy into the DNA mass of cells held together. This would make us a dualistic model. One portion of us would be directly part of our separate DNA structures with our instincts of hunger, sex, desires, attachments and driveness, while the other portion of us would be simultaneously part of a non-separate, universal fabric of energy which is contained or restrained within our cellular structures, our bodies. It is as if we exist in two worlds at once, one the sensual human physical bodies, the other the spiritual, part of a larger universal fabric, the One. The ego, which is part of our minds, the DNA bodies onboard built-in computers, tries to convince us that this is all we are, that we are all strictly in the sensual world solely separate beings. It is the human who can transcend the ego's deception, with the higher psyche to perceive the universal part of ourselves which lie in stillness and quietude, knowing we are from a larger whole.
All thinking, all thoughts, are part of a frenzy. Even slow thought, just a slower frenzy, our sublimation, our distribution of our drivenness, our will to power. While the real you, the consciousness, is still, quiet, as a always present shadow amidst all the frenzy.
Larry,
October 29, 2004 Sometimes the best way to describe a portion of reality is with a metaphor or with fiction; non-reality. And so I relate a Sci-Fi fiction story, a particular Star Trek episode. In this episode an Alien humanoid can speak to humans in a telepathic non-linguistic manner whereas the humans can reciprocate in the same telepathic communication. And with this illustration, I make one change: the other person is not an alien, nor another human or person but the realm of symbols, a dimension of reality spoken by Carl Jung, which he calls the collective unconscious. This is a reality, not fiction and you can read this communication. Did I say read? I mean feel. No - it's not that either. It is perhaps an intuitive perception? Anything you say of it is linguistic distortion. So please allow me the following metaphor. Your in a dark building with many windows. One of the windows shines in light much brighter than all the others. It's actually very manipulative, as it grabs hold of and forces you it's complete attention, almost completely removing you entirely from your awareness of all the other windows of light that remain present. Now all those other windows, which are now drowned out from the one bright one, consist of other dimensions of reality, realities of images and symbols and subsequently communicated non-linguistic with symbols When your "touching" or communicating or reading (any word is inaccurate and distorting) with this dimension of symbols, then it is your human body that interferes. It is the human mind, human "thoughts" and the human ego that overshadows, this is the window with the brightest light that blinds out all other dimensions of reality, that of symbols and images. And this ego is limited to one dimension of reality, the reality as we know it. This ego, our human mind, thoughts and logic is only the creation of the human mind, which mind is a part of the human body itself, the life of flesh and blood and physical existence. This dimension of reality of our physical existence, of our intellect and rational thinking blinds our awareness of all other sense perceptions that can perceive that of imagery and symbols. It is the one window of the building we are in that manipulates us and forces us to acknowledge, subdue, control, regulate and so forth. It is absolutely necessary to deal with this level of our existence over and above all others, but at the same time, not to loose our awareness of all others, which is precisely what we do as humans. Were born into this existence, our bodies force us this window of light as overwhelming. This physical existence then fights and takes over. It is only with our "sixth" or non-physical sense of our body - or our consciousness apart from the mind and body where we can perceive symbols and nonlinguistic, non discursive, nonrational reality. A reality we read or touch or communicate or feel or intuitively perceive (all words distort) symbols. And the human mind only uses thoughts, logic, rational deduction, not symbols, which are not the same. Thoughts and images are not the same, they can not be confined with logic, nor interpreted with rational thinking. This is not an intellectual communication, it is psychic, intuitive (inaccurate distorting words), yet something everyone is capable of. To use some inaccurate metaphorical description; this level of reality or sense I'm speaking about is some type of symbol observance of floating darkness of other lighted windows, or, a dimensional consciousness, a sense perception of interior lights or "isness." I can not describe in limiting one-dimensional, reductive language what exists in multi-dimensional framework far apart from language and thoughts. Now, while all of our human mind's thoughts are in their hostile takeover, they sometimes are affected. or influenced by this symbolic "isness" I'm speaking about. I'm trying to speak about something nonrational and nonlinguistic using language and words no doubt, which is always a distortion, a distortion of images that cannot be straight jacketed within the confinement of conceptual thinking, that of our rational minds of logic. While these thoughts are trying to blind out (which they almost always do), all of our other senses of symbolic awareness, they sometimes become influenced due to our having this awareness itself of other levels of reality and in turn such thoughts become differentiated. The only word I can use for these differentiated thoughts are "inspirational." Thoughts of inspiration, as in a writer who looses his writer's block and suddenly out of nowhere floods his pages with interior words pouring out in his work. I find this the child of such a sixth sense and our mind's thoughts which touch our other senses. As our mind, our ego, our thoughts are always attempting to overtake, they instead become influenced. Our other senses or chakras or other conscious awareness points perceives this other realm of reality and again the child of inspiration occurs. Ahhh. . . whew . . I just came all over myself, thought orgasm has ended . . . . . . .
A man who raises his intellect high risks going insane. This is because logic is circular and in the end he is only intellectually developed and thus bound by. Once he is able to perceive beyond the intellect into symbols - perceptive conscious widening of internal properties, then he regains his sanity or balance and equilibrium.
Star Gazing From Dark Space - And Diggin' It When the tenor sax started soloing, then I felt the music from a more jazz vibration, which made me feel not like a greased 50's Haley kid, but a jazzed out poetic beatnik whose inner waves of sporadic thinking just moved inside with the vibes. But not as a poetic performer, more as a flower child of peace and tolerance who sees relativity in the blind man's absolutes. But not as a flower child of lopsided love, but having a deep darkness and pain, a tearing chaos, with a faint yet overwhelming sublime presence of allusive sacredness and wonder of all these shadows.
Technology Without
the Numinous Ancient cultures are considered to be inferior
to modern day society. But are they? Regarding science and technology, man has elevated himself into gathering
information of physical laws from trial and error and has brought forth measurements of built up paradigms and
has achieved technological advances never before laid out so openly to humanity. In turn the power to create, such
as stem cell research and cloning and the power to destroy, such as nuclear arsenals and chemical gases are in
the hands of this increased data and subsequent manipulation of the environment. Technology Without the Numinous Penetrates Outside The Cycles of Destruction and Rebirth at least as far as the cosmos as we know it exists. Destruction is really transformation, everything transforms itself into something else. But the sacred lives not in space but in the present moment of time, in the act of creation. How does one enter such a timeless time? The only answer for mankind is to restore the ability to perceive the ineffable again, the religiosity, the idea of the holy, the sacred. While I talk of the "sacred" verses the "profane," Abraham Heschel uses monotheism, that is the one God in replace of what I believe to be solely the sacred itself. Either way it is this sacred or in monotheism, God, that is vital to mankind's survival as species. The idea of man's power to help himself in Nietzsche's "blonde beast," and the "will to power" will not replace the idea of the holy. History has revealed this to us.
In rejecting theism, and rightly so, as symbolism and metaphor to humanize the idea of the holy, our culture did so in throwing out the idea itself along with the symbol. Thus we lost the sublime and the sacred, we demystified our existence into arid rational bloodshed. We threw the baby out with the bath water. For the human species to survive, we must restore this perception to sense the ineffable, to perceive the presence of the world in wonder, appreciation and amazement, in beauty and in the sublime.
The first thing I noticed is the loudness of the wind blowing across the leaves, swaying the branches. I can still hear the people but more now in the background. Sounds become separated as tracks in a recording studio. I always miss my sons. I love the breeze - it's feminine softness that touches my soul - feels my Being in some mysterious way.
Imagine you are going back in time and possessing your self as a child. And you do it with pessimism, masochism and pain. So now you as a child are tortured by yourself from another time, only to be repeated as this child will become you again and enter the past to repeat this on yourself all over again - eternally. In this, you are your own worst enemy. If this is really you then what? Is not that the greatest torture? It is you who are torturing yourself and you cannot stop it from continually reoccurring - eternally. It is your eternal destiny. A wheel - locked in your older self possessing your younger self inflicting the pain and self beatings. This equates to the circular argument, the Pythagorean, the Heraclitus and existential despair in the Nietzschean theory of "Eternal Return." But this is only in historicism, in the modern man, the only one who can theorize that you are the same self you were as a child, as a minute ago, that time can be measured, that all things cannot be created as new in the meditative awareness of a higher level of consciousness. But in modern man, all present time itself as we know it is measured both consciously and unconsciously through the lenses of past and future, as all language, our entire self-identity, all our universal cosmology; all perceptions are interpreted under this light. Without it, it is utter darkness. We don't have the eyes to see.
It's almost like it's the god's who are controlling the DNA in natural selection.
There's gonna come a time when your opinions and philosophies won't matter, only what you "are" that will matter. Socrates argues that desires of the body prevent the man from going to higher intellectual levels except the philosopher. he transcends such desires. So in death - most will immediately rush to the light. They rush to fulfill their desires. They must be reborn. They must leave their very selves to an external journey to return to the superficial existence of illusion and lie for their true foundation. The philosopher, the spiritually evolved man, does not rush to the light. he does not live, or shall I say die, or exist in fear. No he doesn't have to hurry in fear and insecurity back to the light. But he remains in the darkness, or rather, he journeys into himself. He just "is" and goes there only. He only remains and that in itself is a much more profound journey - a journey of depth into a higher level of consciousness. he is devoid of all senses and does not need any thing, any person, God(s), ideas - no. He only looks at himself and remains. Can you face the darkness? The beauty of the soft caressing stillness of ringing silence in the melting emptiness of an endless void - so soft - so dark - so utterly profound in the plummeting depth of immanent transcendence, beyond all human comprehension, ignorant, arrogant, mendacious, human existence. Can you remain just "being," as "is," falling in sublime darkness? Into a journey of nothingness. The silence gets louder.
July 18, 2004 and later dates, It's all a matter of self-control. Is anyone really more righteous than anyone else? Are there better souls than others? Or, is it better and more articulated self-control? How to mold the beast. Whose the better artist? Beauty in art, I think is the molding of the self after what Plato calls the "Idea" of beauty. And so the more righteous - or is it the person most admired. they have the beast - the dark alien violence, but since they are much better artists, they mold and create and imitate the most beautiful art in the collective societies perception. The beast always remains, is always there. You can read about those poor artists with poor control over their beast in every day's news. Just don't ever get to close to it. Now the beast makes many appearances in our lives too. Just when we think were so righteous, so good, we flip someone the bird driving down the highway and yell "fuck you asshole," and so what? We're not great artists are we? For this art represents self-power and inner strength. The best artists - the Buddhas, the Christs, the Krishnas, the Marihaivas. To evolve in the human species, it seems, is to become the greatest self artist. Now if you say the self artist then must be under the current acceptable version of "good" and "moral," your doing so out of a false human created structured interpreted reality. All meanings are this. A code of man - right or wrong - is a created human code. So who is the beast? To the Platonic theory of the "Idea" of bad, that is the bad, the wrong. So the beast is always the bad, that is, to the idea. The meaning changes, the ideas remains. The meaning is mortal, the idea is immortal. Life must always move in the current direction of the evolving universe in artistry, or in controlled artistic restraint, as it encircles back in an endless cycle of the changing of all meanings: good and evil, returning back again to themselves, reversed and finally back from the black hole to the star being born all over again.
Good becomes evil, not by introducing new vocabulary, or new words, No, but by changing the very meanings of the words most cherished, those most loved!! "Freedom," "Democracy," "Love." The meanings change and the words remain. The self-directed artist - the higher man - is the one moving in the direction of the evolving universe, pulled by the instinctual drive, manifesting the out pouring universe through the self. The instincts are not the desires as much as rationalism and structured codes. Anotherwards, out of all the instinctual drives, rationalism is by far the most dominant in Western civilization and the developed world. Rationalism is a lower, inferior level, but necessary for human survival. Visit the the higher levels, then come back, visit, come back. Rationalism keeps your mind receiving in false structured reality. The false illusion: rationalism deceives you into believing it is absolute and in turn attempts to keep you forever on it's level as dominant king.
Feeling immediate negative energy from someone. Sometimes just that, or in the depth of their eyes there is a view of the beast uncaged. It's as though we all have this beast but we have complex artistic personas, cages, encasing and constraining the beast within, hidden from plain view. But it's here you get a glimpse, intuition or instinctual summoning of the beast unhidden from the persona of the eyes, expression, or energy field.
July 11, 2004, Here I sat in Ocean Grove New Jersey unexpectedly finding a white European, Anglican traditional style, massive and most powerful, 50th anniversary Christian Choir Festival. Here I am, a Nieztschian relativist and THC mind expansive liberal in a rather large (over 2,000, at least 3,000 persons or more all together) a large portion there gray haired elderly ultra conservative Christian fundamentalists. I also noticed while there where all shapes and sizes of people, there was a much higher percentage of men to be that of the ectomorphic people, those who are are tall, thin, with a narrow bodies, wiry muscles and very little fat, fitting the common traits of nature of either studious intellectual or religious types. I immediately noticed an addiction to a collective energy, something you will find in large organized groups, primarily religious, but can be anything from profit ventures to political rallies. This collective energy removes that autonomous energy that normally pervades the control of the individual and causes an amazingly strong pressure fields enforcing conformity, a pulling of energy, a collective flow that engulfs autonomous individual energy fields. In the Christian large gathering I can see the joys of a repressed group emerging in power grids of enormous pull. In one moment your self, your inner being is crushed beyond normal capacity and in the next moment an unusual surge of joy, all being the flow of the collective field that your individual field has now submitted to; you are inside the collective field flowing, pulled by the larger in a what can be described as a drop of water now inside a river, and in many cases does become a very addictive need to join the collective fields of energy. This was precisely the method used by both patriotic political monarchies and the Christian churches in history of the European Western Civilization. Imagine listening, in the same auditorium of 3000 persons, 1,500 persons singing, "Hallelujah." The power is beyond expression: it is real, it is strong and nonrational. It is a force that should not be under estimated and there is no doubt in my mind a very strong force of persuasion and addictive energy field that entices the individual not only to remain part of, but to continue his or her feed in routine occurrences. Anothewards, a daily, weekly, that is, a lifestyle itself based on active participation within a collective. And here is where the man or woman must join an organization to fill this void from a lack of power, that is a lack of autonomous energy field that comes from solitude, silence, contemplation and individual meditation. The need to be part of a group, a collective is the need to supply the self with the energy that he or she lacks from individual hermitude in private silence. Despite all this talk of a collective energy field, a pull, and I must emphatically state, a manipulative nature and pressure to conform, as the music itself from such a large number and so utterly beautiful, was probably, the most beautiful and divine music I have ever heard. (There is also sitar music sitting in meditation). The massive pipe organ, oh the sound it conveys! The sweetness of the singers! Oh ecstasy! As I was listening, trapped in the collective energy field, I began looking on the stage of gray haired (honorable, loving or tight-ass, conservative dogmatics, take your pick) Christian conservatives, for a long blonde hair classical keyboardist named Rick Wakeman, hoping to see him when I heard the roaring operatic "Hallelujahs" and wondering if the powerful chorus was going to break out with Freddy Mercury's Queen in the rock opera words, "cause Beelzebub has a devil for a deciple, me - eee, me -eee, meeeeee." I've mediated on many mountains in ultimate silence and complete solitude and have sat under the pine trees of ancient grave yards. The power surges have been most incredible and autonomous, filling the soul and utterly profound. And yet here, in this building, with the 1,500 singers, the power surge was as real as life itself, collectively manipulative as a drop of autonomous water that falls into a river, loosing control, and now it must conform to the pressure of the whole and violently storm downstream to the falls. I've witnessed some rare beauty here and yet have been aware enough to simply walk away from the collective without the addiction, without the dogmas, without the "faith", without the conformity to the collective's belief system and most assuredly condemned by many and yet it has been so profound, so beautiful, so aesthetic in sacred existence. This is why people become addicted - controlled - hypnotized - by religion. An errie alluring demanding force. As the music gets faster and louder, I can literally feel much stronger energy tantalizing my very being. At first I sat there listening to the amazing Bach sounding pipe organ reading with vigilance The Last Days of Socrates, until the music became much too intense and the religious service got under way. The book was down and I began observing until becoming totally subjective to all the energy in progress, pulling and taunting my Being. It was only later on I started day dreaming, like Peter Brady of the Brady Bunch, as I did as a school boy, day dreaming on the School bus of being a hero loved by the pretty school girls. Now here I began day dreaming that I was wearing the same beautiful suit as the hundreds of ushers with the white bow on the pocket, except my suit was bright red and my goat tee was slicked to a point and I was a handsome Lucifer, flying down from the high balcony tier of seats which I sat in, down to the center of the floor, to the stage and with psychic powers I controlled the orchestra to begin singing with me in unison "Sympathy for the Devil." I do kind of look like the corn ball singer Mitch Miller (Yellow Rose of Texas) and with some slick in my beard and hair, a red suit, I think I would make a rather debonair version of Lucifer.
Soft innocent wide-eyed youth,
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