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Contradict Yourself One Last Time

April 22, 2010

How do you see yourself?

Nothing in or about this world can limit us or lessen us in our greatness (not capacity for) or our ability to exist simultaneously in multiple dimensions, for, as I have said before, we do consistently and always exist in a much larger and complex reality whether we realize it, acknowledge it or care for it. Ignorance can feign bliss.

It is our folly to think ourselves small.

It is our response to being in this world that can be a yoke restraining certain understanding, for we become fascinated with it — we are mesmerized and hypnotized by the glamours that surround us in this matrix that we ourselves design and perceive.

We fall for the limited information that is provided by our physical senses in this physical world as if there is no other source of information. We limit ourselves by believing the picture we see is the whole of reality. We don’t believe the images and stories shown in movies are the whole of reality, but the movie that continues in our own lives has got to be it.

The END…

We have become lazy and apathetic because what our five senses provide us with is so easy to grasp — it is all so accessible.

Our subtler senses, however, are elusive in comparison, so we generally can’t be bothered with them or with interpreting the information they provide. We thrill ourselves with the occasional peripheral activity caught by our eye, or the synchronicity of a phone call from someone we just thought of. Well — welcome to nursery school.

Meanwhile, our subtler and more refined senses continue to function without our attention, and they continue to provide us with valuable information that we could not survive without. Behind the scenes are forces and players conducting things with our participation in our higher states, while we go stumbling along in our condensed realities. All this we choose to ignore, and essentially now take completely for granted. Our hearts continue to beat without any effort on our part, but when it stops, we do pay attention.

We shortchange ourselves and then wonder why such feelings of incompleteness and sorrow continue to creep into our lives.

We could have it another way….

We could be more spontaneous and playful with ourselves, and less reflexive and reactive to others and the events that life presents us.

We could be more innocent and childlike and respond to things more simply and honestly.

We could be a little more graceful, and less selfish.

We could contradict ourselves one last time.


Honesty – the Better Part of Valor?

April 1, 2010

I must be totally honest with you and say one thing to begin — This world bores me, but, an explanation is in order.

I receive no satisfaction from the excessive hype of conspicuous consumerism, profit-margins or portfolios in Bull Markets, but please read on. Product propaganda and branding, branding, branding is designed to convince me that I am lacking, and it tells me that it will  alleviate  my emptiness  and anxiety  if I go shopping — this confuses me. Television has no purpose in my life, for it is a tool of fear-mongering fools using incessant drivel and subtle thought-manipulation that would guide me in my life and the choices I would make. This insipid message that would be continually pumped into my brain would tell me how to think, feel and live my life.

I have divorced myself from this world and have no time for its continued conditioning. With the little I have given up, the little that there was to release was no real sacrifice for me to make, and I have been filled with a substance that is much more than even the word love could describe.

It can be said:

Before enlightenment — chop wood, haul water.

After enlightenment — chop water, haul wood.

I hope you have decided to follow me this far, because today I have reached out for something more. I see beauty all around me. I see this beauty in nature, in people, and now, yes, even in shopping malls, bulls and bears. I devote myself to joy and all that is in my life. I take joy in my hammer, compass and square (no, I am not a Free-mason, I am a Free-carpenter). I go shopping without knowing what to buy, for no one has told me what to buy. I acquire things as they come to me without the need to acquire. Things fill no empty spaces within me, for things cannot do this. These spaces are filled with purpose of existence and experience now.

I seek no thrill in any rhetoric, be it other’s or my own. I am content with creation in all its expressions and variation. All things are equally beautiful, and it is from these things that I choose. The world is still a place of excess, but it is now a place of excessive beauty since I have turned my back on things that seem contrary.

I now smile at those I see and smiles shine back at me. I know no one around me, and yet they know me. Stories about me surround me and yet I hear them not. Wonder never ceases to amaze me, and I allow myself to know nothing so that I can continue to wonder.

All this I aspire to.

So… , I must now be totally honest with myself and say one thing to finish — This world no longer bores me, for I have reached into a place (and continue to do so) that is different than what I have known before. I have reached into this place, and each time I bring a little bit of it back into our ordinary world. By doing so, this ordinary world changes for me. There is no explanation for this strange conversion and it is not a matter of enlightenment, satori or nirvana. It is simply that there is a key in all I see, and a secret always waiting to be revealed. It is a peeling away of the layers of an onion.

I will say it again — This world no longer bores me.

Has Anyone Seen the Light?

March 3, 2010

The following event took place last year in the late spring in the southwest of France. I was in the process of building my dream home (and still am) without any money, and without any tangible way of finding any. During those days, I was simply doing what I could do with 300 Euros worth of bags of mortar and a pile of rocks salvaged by hand and wheelbarrow. In other words, I was building a  rock foundation for my house that needed to be built before anything else was built, no matter what my building budget might have been, or where that budget might come from. And so it goes…

It is a beautiful day, although I am feeling a bit out of sorts, fatigued maybe. A cool Spanish wind is blowing in from the south, carrying with it the stories of more exotic lands and those who live in far-off places. As it passes by me, I know this wind picks up my story as well (or rather the essence of my story), only to carry it to those on its future path who have ears hear the song it sings — those who live in the lands of northern France, Denmark and possibly even Norway.

A big gust of wind  strikes me and blasts through my immediate surroundings, blowing over our old French bicycle, a three-speed Renault that was a top-of-the-line model in Grandmother’s day. The bicycle lands with a crash and the wheels begin to spin ever so quickly. My attention is drawn to this local mishap, and the wind stops. Something is in the air –something now crisp, sharp somehow and very still. There is a taste and smell in the air much like ozone after a lightning strike.

Just prior, I was in the process of gathering rocks into one central area, as they were strewn around our land — these are rocks that were casually dumped from place to place as I aquired them and I was now taking stock in preparation to build a mortared-rock wall. I squat now for a brief rest and to admire my now single, large pile of rocks. Something has settled over me, but settled might not be the right word,  for this is crisp and immediate — it is a calm-after the storm, but  there is also something is so precise in this. It is defined and focussed but I cannot place it. Suddenly in my stillness I become alert — this is not calm at all, this is fast and urgent.

I feel as if someone is behind me, watching me intently, burning a hole in the back of my head. I feel a sound  behind me  and I turn, looking over my shoulder. My eyes are drawn up to the clear blue sky and I gaze upon what appears to be a star, a very bright star, a tiny day-star. It is stationary, but no, it is coming right toward me, charging. I cannot move — I would not move and there is no time anyway. Noise increases in my head and I am calm and simply curious. A tiny point of light has come upon me and strikes before I can blink. It has come to me with a purpose and a driving, immediate intent.

Whiteness explodes and surrounds me as this pinprick of light enters into my side — I am blinded by this light as it expands all around me. It is consuming everything in its path as it expands into a large sphere of light. The fields and nearby trees are fading away, and now the distant houses. This intense clarity has absorbed everything  I could see from a central point outwards — that point being me, squatting by a pile of rocks.

Yes, here I am. I am squatting by a pile of rocks. I look over and see the wheels of the bicycle spinning, only now more slowly, and now not at all. The southern Spanish wind begins to blow calmly once again as I contemplate my rocks and what just happened.

Something has changed within me — somthing is within me that is defined and focussed but I cannot place it. In my stillness I am alert. My morning funk is gone, replaced with a feeling that all things are well. I look around and see that all things are exactly as they are, perfect and in place, and I know that all things do, indeed, come to pass.

Deception and the Beauty Within

January 24, 2010


how things can be hidden 

Recently I stumbled across an interesting forum discussion where I decided to get involved. It didn’t take long before someone confronted me with some typical rhetoric of “a beautiful world” and that we must deny the “ugliness that so often tempts us, and draws us away from God.” It was said that I must have some serious demons within me that I must deal with, and that I must seek peace to heal myself, something that is “so obviously needed.” Some comments about Tolle’s pain-body followed.

I am sure that I do have “demons within me”, and am thankful for this, for in the typical dualized-thought that is so popular in this world, I could not deny this. What I deny is any wickedness or evil within this quality. I say again and again, this aspect of ourselves cannot be denied if we wish to be whole, remember who we are, and reclaim what is ours.

Apparently, I dwell upon deception a bit too much for some who want to see a “la-de-da, isn’t this a beautiful world” reality. For me, this is outright denial of the gift of the Adversarial Quality that our One-Consciousness continually offers us so that we can see the beauty in life – not by denial, but by clarity.

Deception is not ugly, but it is seasonal, and it does not exist independently in a real sense, for it always has to be laid over any given truth that it is designed to hide. It needs something within it, something to support it, and that something is truth. Deception paradoxically is a blanket, or layers of blankets laid upon our beds which keep us warm and secure in the winters of our lives. We choose to use these blankets. When the world becomes more harsh and the storms blow hard outside our homes, we like those blankets. As the winter passes, we peel these blankets off our beds, one-by-one until the sun reaches its peak in the sky. The truth lies under these layers of blankets just as we do when the winter settles in, and all nature goes to sleep. Things are eventually exposed in the clear light of summer days, and in the clear light of mind.

Failure to examine or admit the existence of these blankets in your life will have you never see the truth that lies beneath them. Cast them off, as is so easily done, and see the glittering prize beneath. See the way deceptions function, and when the following winters comes, you will not be controlled by them.

Our winter has come to an end – our spring is well-established and a new summer floats on the horizon of another new age. Everything is being brought to light for us all, and within us all – even if we fail to see this. All things exist to reveal truth, for life as we experience it is an evolving, symbolic metaphor.


lines reconnected

All in Your Mind

May 17, 2009

As stars, a fault of vision, a lamp,
A mock show, dew drops, or a bubble,
A dream, a lightning flash, or a cloud,
So should one view what is conditioned.

Mahayana Diamond (Cutter) Sutra

In the Science of Meditation I mention the importance of ownership – ownership in all you perceive, feel and think, including all those things you would prefer not to experience. This might not be a comfortable proposition, but a complete necessity if you wish to experience the brilliance that you actually are, and the brilliance that makes the universe exactly what it is. Transcendence of the sticky, ugly, and glamorous* is always just behind the sticky, ugly, and glamorous. It is only your translation of what you perceive that makes these things what they are. We define and categorize all things into two boxes, likes and dislikes, and thus limit their expression, and their capacity for beauty. We limit the ugly from expressing its beautiful truth, and and in the same way we limit what we love from being infinitely crisp – all by definition.

Truthful words are not beautiful; beautiful words are not truthful.
Good words are not persuasive; persuasive words are not good.

Lao Tzu

Yes, all things are equal, and they are all an intrinsic part of what we each are. We stand in high places tinged with arrogance, thinking we control the world. When something happens that proves this wrong, we become hapless victims of an aberration in the system. It is really us in this frame of mind who are the aberration – we cannot even control our own thoughts or understand what it is we are defining, let alone actually control our own realities. We are the only ones who lose in this game of supremacy and separation. The good news is that as you gain an ability to control your thoughts and responses to all these things, your consciousness begins to shift away from the Cartesian, mechanistic viewpoint of the living universe, and you become a member of life. By this, you create an opportunity to see the simple shining truth behind all that is, as it is. You can accept so much more as this perceptual balance finds its way into your life.

This balance comes from compassion, not sympathy. Compassion is a state of conscious detachment and love, while sympathy requires judgement and comparison. Separation results from the latter, while connectedness results from the former, as you claim ownership, and therefore unity, with the subject of your compassion, be it a loved one, a stranger, an enemy, a tree, the earth, and consciousness itself. Once compassion enters your external world, you can see it actually arises from within, as all things do.

I must, out of fairness, and before complaining of lesser deeds, mention a few things we can be proud of, things brought about by correct and ethical thought:

  • The government of India allowing complete residency of the Tibetan nation on their lands, including the freedom to practice their own religion, while Tibet itself lays under siege by China for plutonium and other natural resources.
  • Programs put into place helping the homeless and disenfranchised unconditionally, without the need for religious worship or conversion
  •  The abolishment of Black Slavery in America, and the ending of sales of African peoples to the “superior” white race.
  • The reinstatement by Jimmy Carter of our Native Americans right to religious freedom.
  • Random acts of kindness performed daily on an individual basis, with no regard for reward or recognition.

These things are all a part of us, and within each of us, whoever we may be (or appear to be).

I must now present a list of events caused by misperceptions and childish fears becoming manifest:

  • The Corporate Military franchising death and dismemberment for profit.
  • The complete disregard for animal rights through the food, drug/ chemical, fashion, and pedigree mill industries, not to mention individuals abusing thier own pets.
  •  The complete disregard of a child’s innocence, and its right to grow unhindered into a functional, dynamic adult.
  • The hatred directed to others through religious, race, or geographic righteousness and conceit.
  • The raping of our planet and indigenous peoples and nations who choose to live differently

You already know that, indeed, all things do come to pass in this world, but there is a small piece of bad news to share with you. These later five examples of cruelty and injustice are, also, each a part of each of us, without exception. I don’t mean this metaphorically, but literally, in an archetypal sense. We own all these thing, bad or good, as they are sourced from within us, within the recesses of our minds.

It is a fact that cannot be denied: the wickedness of others becomes our own wickedness
because it kindles something evil in our own hearts.

Carl Jung

Something cannot be kindled unless it already exists, and everything does exist within us as specific archetypal energies. Jung was right on with this one, but he was limited to a certain extent by his prior Freudian association. He broke out of the Morrison, Oedipal, Mother- Love, Father- Kill paradigm, but had not developed the archetypal reality to anywhere near its fullest capacity (This will be discussed later). Again and again, all things that exist in this life, also exist within us, as archetypal energies. It is up to us to examine our fears that keep us from these dark places within ourselves, for it is by avoidance of our own shadows that all these things come to be. If we confronted these “darker” forces, and turned the battle to within, there would be no reason for humanity to act-out in the way it does. It is our denial that perpetuates that which are revolted by.

When a certain critical mass is achieved “within” humanity, or its consciousness, we will begin to see profound changes take place with how humanity expresses itself. Humanity, as a mass, is currently wrapped into a paradigm that is exploring all our deepest fears and expressions of that “darkness” that could possibly be imagined – but these fears are all being externalized. It is unfortunate that these dramas have to be manifest, and that we cannot simply leave them in the realms of our minds, and take personal and individual responsibility for them. The battle of good and evil, the battle with our shadows can only be fought within ourselves. It is up to each of us to deal with those things that arise in each of us on an individual basis. This is what it is, and that’s that, but it is going to change.

There is a church that sits upon a rock, a rock founded on the beliefs and attitudes of a sadly pathetic, weak, and easily-threatened disciple named Peter. Peter was what we might call the first male-chauvinist. He hated Mary Magdalene with a passion, bitter for the attention laid upon her by Jesus, wishing it was he receiving the Master’s love. Based upon this hatred, this church grew to expound the fears of all that is feminine, all that is mysterious and dark, and all that is woman. It is this temple in the earth, this dark, moist cavern where all the secrets of life lay to be revealed, that we have been running from. Whether we be man or woman, we all have this archetypal woman within, and it is this woman that has been repressed, chastised, and threatened for some thousands of years – years even before our dying church was built upon the rock in Rome- the rock that contains the tomb of Peter. Isn’t it ironic that a man so fearful of the temple of the Earth be buried deeply within it?

We are awakening to the feminine, and as the feminine unfolds, we must be wary that we are not simply disguising more of currently abused masculine nature behind a mask of femininity, as is being done by woman in suits and places of power even in these days of transformation. There are those women who have forsaken the same integrity that man gave up on eons ago, thinking they represent the “fairer sex” while donning “the suit”, and completely ignoring their own right-sided feminine nature. They, too, seek power for powers sake, not knowing this kind of power carries no true reward, for it has become a commodity of the Boys Club. These women are no more capable of changing things then our men are. This also is just what it is, and that’s that, but it is going to change.

We must also be wary that we don’t take the momentum of the pendulum of the ages and let it sway to the extreme far right, excluding all that is masculine. This would only repeat the same mistakes we have seen throughout the ages, as we know them. We must settle into the corpus collosum of the theater of life, centered directly between the right and left, take up semi-permanent residence at the head of our glandular systems, and govern ourselves from this golden throne that lays only a few inches behind our eyes.

Life will continue on quite successfully in its own way, we just need to allow it. This cultural swing of the pendulum, and the allowance of masculine vs. feminine age shifts are a making of our own. These cultural ages are not natural events. We must, as a culture, bring this pendulum swing to a standstill, while allowing the motion and exploration of those forces that “spontaneously arise” (like 9-11) to take place only within us. If we can allow and control those forces within us, remaining fully aware of their rhythmic presence, we will experience true psychological homeostasis as individuals – individuals who are part of a greater mass, a greater humanity. All this simply by self-examination, as all this is all in your mind. Accept this, and we shall move on.

* note: I use this term as it was originally used, meaning spell, or illusion, usually cast by some “wicked” magician.

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