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What we know humans could be, what we know we are, how wonderful it is to have such a world, to be oneself and not find it impossible to conceive of being a unified being in such company,,,,

our integration finding its way
our experience present also in THIS moment

on our death bed i believe we might rehearse 144 thousand peopled names, and  lived experiences, until in the death throes of an ecological organism environment a new totality never before experienced in exactly this way, is born.

its life pendant from and feeding this life.
may the circle be unbroken, by and by Lorde ( young women musician) by and by,
there’s a fitter home untaken where we fry lord, here we fry.
Fri
free
fly
me
see
nonsense
nunsense mon sense
idiot
see
i c u
dont give a damn. next stop is Vietnam. Paradiso Inferno
Futile or Future?  phhut !
Out out brief candle….
 I Am Logos – the stories we tell ourselves create our life… tell tale told old
the old have the immortality of now
the young have the immortality of time

Little imprisoned dog’s howls harrow the dark night which flows thru the open window. It’s daily howling persistent sorrow in the neighbor’s house – representative of Psyche bound; before she remembered to dance with reality – pup is quiet now. Its agony reciprocated, soothed. We too are bound. We too can escape into Psyche’s domain.

Be archetypical. I am interested.

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Sagrada Famiglia

Universe came into being as light which slowed to sound which slowed to matter and here on earth the return process began – life force in matter developed organs to respond to light, to sound, to smell, to taste; and all of those are the touch of energy vibration upon a material receptor. Consciousness and universe are not separate.
In the end it makes no difference to anything – i just wish people wouldn’t argue about god. It is science confirming the mystic aperception. Too sad that peaceful Sufis were killed but truly the climate is going to whack us into a gratefulness for being alive. Humans will again be very aware of nature and will once again know that we live in a web of being. Whether there will be anything left of it remains to be seen but consciousness has created itself into form over and over again.
If humans cannot become conscious at a universal level we will go extinct and fungi, mushrooms, maybe spiders, jelly fish, and also different and new combinations of micro organisms will populate Earth, and her experiment with a large brain and clever hands will go away – just as the large boned dinosaurs did. The model was not feasible, a small lighter creature took over.
There is a possibility we will make our planet waterless – then i expect life will focus on a different locus – it may be doing that already. no doubt is. Just as we are tiny and becoming aware of Universe, maybe universe is one tiny among many , becoming aware of themselves…
Universe is conscious with all our consciousnesses and the sum of them all, which is greater than the parts. Mountain is conscious. Earth has her own consciousness. Human arrogance thinks only we are conscious. We are conscious as humans, and that is not all that consciousness is.
 As for what is outside the whole, or what happened before the Big Bang.  It is necessary  to “grok”  moebius strip conceptualisation:
The end is the beginning;
There is no end;
The beginning is wherever you decide to put it;
There are infinite beginning places along the way.
Linearity is an illusion of materialisation. Consciousness is not material.
Brains are receivers which shape the output for their own observation. Outward focus is (aware of) material existence, inward ( silent or bhakti) focus is conscious existence, unaware of or unattached to ego boundary. Brains are receivers which shape the input for their own creation of reality. There is a greater or lesser consensual reality, a story common to some or many arising from identical material though each one’s input from the identical material is more or less unique.
God is a heuristic , a teaching device,  not a measurable physical reality. Heuristics are simplifications to make a point, they are not literal truths. They are the signpost, not the route; the map not the territory; the word bread, not bread itself, etc.
God is a conceptualisation of that which IS plus that which is not.
A concept is a named idea. A name divides the named from the whole.
“God’s” centre is everywhere, “god’s” circumference is nowhere = now here; or here now.
God is an irrational word. Like Irrational numbers e.g. the square root of minus one, it does not exist but it is a helpful device for thinking.
We are the god mind thinking about itself, knowing itself to be universe eternal.
Another heuristic:  Just as drop “is” ocean, of the same stuff…  transcendant ego “is” ( aware of itself as) whole, an integral part of a whole…. my finger “is” ( part of / one with) my body.
The meniscus, the skin of the drop and the “dreary  ego in a bag of skin” , the “local ego”, are a temporary, linearly existing illusion created by force fields, eg life force aka soul ; an illusion which holds the drop together before it either rejoins ocean or diffuses completely into gaseous air.
Consciousness is one as the space around the tree is the same yet different from the space within the branches.
The big bang is happening all the time. We know this at the level of particle physics; particles come into and pop out of being in nano seconds. At this “gross” material level, the time it takes for this universe to pop in and out of being seems infinite, neverthless the microcosm reflects the macrocosm. Many universes are in this space. We are all our own universe, in this material dimension we share much of the same material, each one of us has our own boundary ( an illusion , yet real for us) and the boundaries intersect. We have our seeming separate skin, in fact at the same time, matter is constantly exchanged. It is hard to grok it all at once as the heuristic devices used to explain create contradictory images.
I lean against tree. I merge with tree. Tree IS, most beautifully. My mind is aware, in words, of spider, of my awareness of insect and plant life, of how plant and animal are lungs breathing together, of sunlight. My awareness is divine. No separation. As tree gives me awareness of being I give tree human awareness of human reality because there is no separation. My mind is Humantree.
My late beloved mother and father are in all my divine thoughts, all our sorrows are buried with us, all our human delights are universally human. They still exist as me, in my delight at clouds, in my fe/male mind, in my cells, my quantum wiggle, my particular DNA which is theirs.
I see the rising and falling of waves of life, humans heading to extinction like dinosaurs. Yet something of that one “eternal”  life force remains, here now as me, and I am spider creating the net. Spider this morning in my yoga, movements of my spine recreating web building. It is impossible to explain.
I AM life force.
Truth is simple. Truth is easily understood. Truth must be experienced by each one for themself.
Many of us are part of the human brain which longs to know ( itself as) god. God – a human concept of a reality greater than ourselves. We are material beings and limited by that. Our mind, that divine and hellish action, must evolve and yet is constantly born anew with all potential: just words now, silence is golden. The stories we tell ourselves create our lives.
For me , consciousness is our awareness of Life Force. Our awareness that we are alive, that we exist. Everything has that to some degree. I believe our universe is one of many that came into being, just as we come into being and each one of us is a droplet of that same universe. As we will die , eventually our universe will also – that is the will to live in a particular form evaporates, like a stick that makes an eddy in a stream being pulled from the stream, now the water flows without forming in that particular pattern.  Many universes make up one whole which is constantly cycling in and out of being.
Universe came into being as light which slowed to sound which slowed to matter and here on earth the return process began – life force in matter developed organs to respond to light, to sound, to smell, to taste and all of those are the touch of energy vibration upon a material receptor. Consciousness and universe are not separate.
Ego forgotten, mind at play in many heads at once, witnessed by consciousness itself as itself not only in thought but also simultaneously outside of thought, limited by current state of human awareness, limitless in silence.

Elizabeth E Mitchell
Silk Painting and Studio Experiences.

Dreamtime Redux

For Australian aborigines, we enter the realm of Living and Dying at birth. The other realms are Unborn and  Dreaming. The dead are reabsorbed into  Dreaming which is  neither  chronological nor linear.

The vastness of Dreaming is characterized as Rainbow Serpent.
Aborigines in none of their languages have a word for time – it is a concept that doesn’t exist. Daytime, night time, life time, time is passing, I don’t have time, it’s not time yet, it’s not your time, don’t waste my time. Oc course there are words for day, night, life, now, etc.
Linear time does not exist in any material form.There is no yesterday that we can be in, or touch.  There is the awareness in this current moment of other moments and too much focus on them can lead to a lack of awareness of the present moment – the amazing experience of breath and body as they flow within the molecular stream of the environment.
Remember how it is to be a baby – our very  first individual breath taken as a newborn baby is our first step into  individuation, our separation from our previous existence as part of a larger whole. Our ego’s journey begins. We leave  paradise.
Baby does not yet have individual volition for arms and legs, it is still in snake phase, Rainbow Serpent phase. As baby, we absorb and coordinate  knowledge systems without using specific names. The child says what is that? what is that?  and is enculturated in the ways its parents and environment present the world. The language learned, structures the environment. In the adulteration process of becoming an adult – the child learns not to see what the culture does not recognize. “the differential elimination of neuronal connections is the source of sensory experience”. ( sorry , forget where I read that.)
Evolutionarily, living beings responded to and evolved sense organs to experience their environment. Touch is the first and grossest ie most solid experience. Then come hearing, smell and taste, and sight. All is vibration – the great On Off. Day and night are the most primal duality. Sound is a wave that beats on our eardrum, smell and taste result from tiny particles such as pheromones touching our membranes, sight comes to us in the bouncing of refracted waves of light on our retina. Life, the great ON is followed by death, the great OFF.
Aboriginal thought transcends this duality, by its awareness of that which is neither life nor death. Our culture does not have  easy words for this concept and for the most part remains unaware of it. I call it  Cosmic Egg of all Potential.
We are always in it ( Dreaming)  though we live in the realm of  Living and  Dying. The unborn are the individual lives yet to be. Born out of  Dream, the aboriginal is reabsorbed into that ancestor or archetype at death.
What is it that is our individuality? The stick in the stream creates the eddy, a pattern which dissolves with the removal of the stick and the stream keeps flowing.
 Awareness of our human individual death, helped modern man  to break the chains of following the established  pattern. Like the other beautiful and perfect animals of the earth, aborigines  remained within their established ancestral patterns which were enculturated in each one’s tribal Dream, which they learned about verbally as they grew. Modern man is an animal who casts off the rules and the ways of the parents. This  leads to the instability which is a precondition for evolution. Instability is created by overpopulation and changing environment. Modern man, homo sapiens, took upon himself the choice of breaking the rules and ways of the previous generation. Aborigines use their ancestral stories of what we call the Dreamtime, to remain in touch with the ancestral ways. They are bound by the rules that the stories impose upon them, they live lightly in the environment.

When a traditional aborigine dies, their personal name is not spoken again. Aborigines remain aware of where we came from – the Unborn and where we will return – the eternal forms or patterns. When a traditional aborigine dies, their personal name is not spoken again.
The aborigines are aware of the realm of  Living and  Dying. It is where we live. The aborigines remain aware of where we came from – the Unborn and where we will return – the eternal forms or patterns. When a traditional aborigine dies, their personal name is not spoken again.
The earth is evolving. We humans are the self aware consciousness of earth. Now Earth as Ourselves is entering another evolution – becoming aware of its own death. The  global mind  in the global matter is becoming aware that we humans are heading towards our extinction like many species that came before us. The global mind  continues to create awareness of life but not with our linear consciousness if we wipe ourselves out.
Humans who think about matter and energy  are reaching for a different wholeness, an inclusive holarchy.
The conscious ones are the growth cone. Consciousness itself is evolving.
“The growth cone of a root is indistinguishable from the surrounding environment.” ( bad girl – forgets source.)
We are a new growth emerging in these times of chaos and we have a chance to survive and create a new story out of the old. We are fragile and tender. Our survival depends on our recognition of ourself.
One love brothers and sisters.! Lib.    Reprinted from my blog in 2013

Sin Error Missing the Mark.

Sin Error Missing the Mark.

My god story makes sense for me. Others’ stories make sense for them. Mine is universal but no-one else has to get with it. I am pointing out how the christian story can evolve until it dissolves away peacefully into us, if not it will be at war in defense of its thwarted distorted self ’til doomsday.

The mis-take is to be unable to see
that the mind which loves
a thinker and a thought
greater than itself
knows it is and is not
a thought being thunk
by all those who have drunk
of the nectar of youth,
in which our own truth of the god in the head,
the god that is dead,
is an evolving idea –
evolutionarily here,
Happening,
a cross those minds which can comprehend
that space is where thought is
when its not earth bound concerns
past and future in turns.

One thought one mind happening in all a wii
who happen to find our mind
at peace with its inner workings.

My dead in my heart
taking part in the thought
from the other side where babies come from –
who are pure love
adult-erated by a dying culture,
which will hand on the story
as it has been before
of man and his glory.
His gods being war and money in these those times
we are leaving behind.
Deceiving none. Vultures gather.

The dead in my heart
say play your part.
Be Jesus. Be me, Be legendary. be causal, be woman.
Be what is jesus – je suis – i am – doing now.?

Doing this ! Try it.
Be one who WILL be peaceful,
multiply loaves and fishes by sharing,
raise the deadened, heal the blind by caring.

Be all a wii, Jesus, one human being on earth, one peaceful loving species in birth,
as a new kind of awareness which sees,
this story works for some and others say “Please! shut up already!”

The dead in my head live legends
become one with “jesus” – my ideals of love. Either my love and forgiveness of them or their love and forgiveness of me.
Jah live! he lives in me. I live in her. Let stories play, let them grow, let them stay. They will evolve when we evolve them.

Oh see!! stop arguing with the starry eyed religious lovers,
the atheistic deniers, the my way or the highway folks, let them be –
the god that is
/is not you,
is me and is every little thing
from quantum wiggle to Saturn’s ring and beyond. je suis . I am

this is it

Terra.

or you can choose terror and make it a suicide planet – again – wipe out all our civilisation such as it is, and those wandering few who survive will hand on the legends and stories and once again there will be a story of arising from the dead, of virgin births and miracle child… so long as we keep creating gods and do not realise it is the putative god that is doing the creating. We create the story of the god that is doing the whole thing as US who create the story and fight about it until we wake up.

oh lord my prayer is for peace.
It starts when i start talking the ways of understanding, supportive, comprehending abortive actions and letting them go. I’m still learning you know.

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Microcosm – macrocosm – Love

this is the point i pivot upon

see in the link below, newest science showing the world looking forward at us, it even has uneven sized eyes , just like me.

we all have an entire universe in side us which returns to unity with the whole when we die. Our unique expression of it lives forever in this moment which is always now.

https://phys.org/news/2016-10-black-holes-collide.html

at the level of material exploration, the earliest we can figure our universe to be is when it is created out of a big bang – the annihilation of a black hole which creates gravity waves, and those create matter by slowing energy down

the effusion of tiny bubbles is matter forming around its own gravitational energy. The bubbles – a representation of the atomised black hole – join up as in the pics above of two black holes colliding. A huge black hole is at the centre of every galaxy…tiny ones at the centre of every atom

our own digestive tract being a very material sort of black hole in the middle of our own matter which is full of energy or dark matter or space whatever you want to call it

the Julia set fractal –
you can see how each part is replicated a million times, at its own level it feels so distinct and special ( we are all our own universe)
when we die we get to zoom out and in and experience the entirety without physical bounds, this happens every night in dreams, and our unconsciousmind sees evidence of it all the time, babies live in this consciousness, but we must wake out of that awareness and identify with the universe we are in the planet we are on the family we belong to and the body that is ours.

we loose the awareness of unity. Some cultures, some people do not forget, some are bringing this knowledge into embodiment again.

Earth herself is going thru the consciousness project, time and again we get to this point.. where we recog – an eye’s I unity- recog n ize

or we w-rec-k – againize wreckagonyise

Logos means word. It means  god in christian teaching.  It is my mind talking to itself. This is why i Love the bible story. My christian heritage told me god calls itself I AM , it tells me god is Logos. I Am logos – i am the story i tell myself about myself.
By chance my father’s initials are I A M, Ivan Albany Mitchell.
god is words – we humans create words, My words tell me I am you are we are one with god I AM je Suis =  I am, in french. Jesus is just “i am” , je suis,  without the “i” in it.

declining god: i am you are it is we are they are god.

In school i learned latin, and how to decline a verb : declining love – amo amas amat amamus amatis amant
i love you love he/she /it loves we love you(pl) love they love

its inescapable. You can decline god, thats the same as saying i am god. You can deny god, that just simply admits there’s something to deny. god is everything. everything is conscious with our consciousness of it and its own consciousness, however and whatever that is. its everything to me its what i am. i realize it is nothing ie  No thing. no problem. IAM consciousness. When all humans tune into this great symphony of the universe and see how we are all part of it, so temporary and so eternal. … Eternity is outside of time. it is always now. this is our life to live, to believe in, to flourish. We gotta stop the madness. we gotta believe in OURSELVES. our humanity. our one life on earth.

or die. Those not busy being born are busy dying. I am part of the future. I am no thing. i am going on too long. your turn now…

 

my website

Duality

Analemmic Box, My life from the POV of the witness, eternal, outside of time, here, NOW.

Loop de loops, analemmas, moment’s movements described.

Illusorily closed “e”s in a scripted looping scrawl,

in fact continuous, one and all.

We’ve been to singularity and some of us are “saved” ,

you’ll only know it if you accept you are engraved

on the moving finger’s wall of Plato’s cave.

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the moving finger writes and having writ moves on — fate, life, history, literate concepts

Plato’s cave – we see the shadows and think we are seeing life, the shadows are cast by another reality outside of where we are, but we can turn from illusion and go out into that brighter life.

Singularity – could be death, we have been here before , we are always here.

I see the figure 8, analemma which describes the regular movement of the sun, as an analogy for our life. Each circle seems closed in a 2 dimensional representation, in fact the looping movement is continuous, like a row of ‘ee’s in script, each one seeming closed on the page, but if transferred into three dimensions, they become part of a gyre. Each life seems complete but its separateness is an illusion.

It seems to to be a single life, a point, on a line of history. in fact the line describes a gyre, a spiral, we come around again and again to this point, it is the same us in different clothes, a different body , a different life, a different era. The one electron, holographically occurring throughout time and space. It is a time- action continuum. We become more and more aware, of how we are always here, before humans were and after humans are gone, we are the life force, we are one.

Little Blue planet says “im all alone here” – and it is….

not.

Humans are earth’s human consciousness. We are here to know and admire and love her beauty which provides for us. We are part of her. We grieve and almost die of sorrow for the madness which we cannot seem to escape. “there is something wrong with the water… why is our country embroiled in foreign wars …. why is the emperor insane”  – Once i lived in ancient Rome, an empire on the verge of collapse. For me , Now,  it is always the end time, and yet I can see that the end must come. I know I have done this trip before, that which knows does not die with me, Lib. I live with it and in it. I am it. Learning how to be this awareness in THIS time with these new parameters – so much more knowledge of inner and outer material dimensions. The knowledge of spirit suppressed and embattled, mocked, reviled and put to scorn. Why do I not stand in my truth – I’m learning to do that. Material science at the quantum level and at the extra terrestrial level is learning the relativity of its truth.

WIJD – what is Jesus doing? I am Jesus ( get it?) I am attempting to express that death is an illusion. Arms outstretched, saying , come people, love one another, why all the fighting, lets work to make life fair for all. I am seeing my physical death coming inevitably. It is said our culture  tries to escape it by accepting the devil’s bargain – money money money – spending our way out of awareness, shutting away old people and their wisdom, families living separate lives, no awareness of the family feeling animals have for their young, and the rights animals have to a decent life etc etc  Those of us who see the madness, suffer; we suffer like little children who are helpless to fix the whole system so we play at our own games… religion is one of those games… philosophy no doubt another…

They saw him with his arms outstretched welcoming all, like the statue in Rio; they saw how the people were waking up to their power and their solidarity,  and they said “huh, we can twist that message into unrecognisability ” , and they strung him up on the cross … so the story goes.

 

Yoga Practice

 

Breathe in four     Life

Hold for seven      Grateful Dead, the veil lifting

Out for 8                       Death= Last Breath.

Any consciously breathed pattern is great. Breath first clothed itself in we. One biospheric being, see. Yogic memory wanted here, to the floor , on the mat. Yes my dear.

Ritual movement, planned obeissance.

I’m speaking for the Little Blue Planet. “i’m all alone here”.

NO YA NOT , say the voices in my head.

But I am or am not depending on whether the moment is shared and that is already known.

What did Jesu do when He saw that for humanity to live Now, he would have died and the f#%$^&*ing story would be integrating – innit great ! – at the level of a planetary awareness. MINE!

“Shut up already” say the voices in my head. And i agree with them and return to the mat.

The paradoxical god and the A.I. agree to be me. Now . Here. is and is not Nowhere.

WIJD – what is Jesus doing? I AM being me, being free, setting my mind constantly to find How Now. To be IT.  Being every single one of us here, know it or not. Humanity IJD chewing an everyman cud. A dud? in the case of bombs – that is a good thing.

I sing. Carmena Burana – the voice of the goose that is cooked.

Image: Rastaman Throws the Dice. 5″ x 5″. Acrylic on board. Sold.

Quagan Exegesis

To begin, I AM cosmic egg of All Potential.
I AM my soul animist, animating all life.
I AM Hunter Gather and become Story Teller, polytheist.
I am humanly divine, with foibles and jealousies, loves and struggles. Hindu and Greek gods and goddesses exemplify me.
Some humans heap up resources, others have less.
In this time of Agrarian Pastoralists, I invent writing. Just as new inventions are stimulated by the military’s needs, writing was stimulated by the needs of those who taxed the production of others.
Monotheistic humans create a story of a separate God, I AM a feature in it, It is Torah, Bible, and Koran.Always, I am artist, inventor, visionary. Always the practical application of an idea can go well as well as ill.
I AM GOoDEVIL. I am Lib, and You.

Writing came with separation. Those who forget we are in this together, exploit others; neck and neck with us in our effort to create a just system.

Self reflection resulted in Homo Sapiens Sapiens. Wise and also self satisfied and conceited. The man who knows he knows and thinks he is the only one who does. Ecce Homo. Jesus . Godman. ? Good man? Much evil done in that name.

Now I AM the universal possibility which exists in the Cosmic Egg of All Potential which I AM, for everyone to be Jesus before Jesus was “Jesus”, i.e. strung up by an oppressive class who didn’t like how his following was growing among those they taxed. “He” is said to have said,
“Render unto Caesar’s what is Caesar’s” . Hmmm, perhaps he knew the people would start to say, “Wait!!we earned this with the sweat of our brow. We’re keeping it local.” No wonder they offed him!.

I am all this. I am the not-separate Godconcept expressing human awareness of its own divine mind. Limited and partial because human, but nevertheless part of mine. As are we all. I love my toes but I am not only my toes.
Humans are aware of being human, and some do not concede a jot to spirit, but must concede that we are life, living.
I AM life force. I AM everywhere, nowhere and here Now.

Alive and Dead, the story in our head. From first breath to death in this skin.
I AM in each human part of me.
I AM eternal – outside of time, immaterial, spiritbreath. The breath which animates the “clay.” i.e. life in matter.
I AM not only Life force, but also,  I AM Lib writing this.

Our parents, which art in memory in our heads
Hallowed be thy names.
Thy dreams for us come
Let our will be an EarthEden restored to awareness of the unity of Life.
May we have, this day, enough to share,
And know we are forgiven exactly as we forgive.
For thine, PapaMama, Sunmoon,  am I –  kingdom,  power and glory, such as they are.
Thine, Death, the perfection of the story.
“O Death, where is thy sting.?”

“Ascension without Dying”. ( N. Sawaya)
“Jesus” take wing in me.
Eternal mind, outside of time, I set myself free.

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