I love the Seminole Heights Community Garden, Tampa – this is why.
Disclaimer:
I know there are sisters, I have one, to whom my consciousness is alien. There are also brothers, I have one, who thoughtfully listen and reply kindly with the way they see the world. There are also sisters who understand the place of my vision in their lives – i have two. I was speaking of my blood relatives. For me EVERYTHING is relative – beloved father-sun and sister-mother moon, animals, plants, insects. I eat my relatives. LOL
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For me everything is conscious with my consciousness if it doesn’t have a recognised one of its own.
Sweet potatoes are not recognised as conscious so it is my consciousness which identifies with the one yam in the photo . I, a kiwi, call it a sweet potato. It has one eye open, spiky hair and its body has been absorbed into its leg or neck. In a world where things aren’t conscious, my mind looks like that Yam.
The materiality of my ego self is equally fictional. Consciousness is a process.
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We kiwis call the black potatoes “Maori potatoes”. Maori already grew black potatoes when the white people got there with white potatoes.
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In the boxo yams and spuds, sweet potatoes and Maori spuds, there are many levels of individual consciousnesses.
The entire box and contents is one level – like Earth and all her different creatures. We all contribute.
On other levels are groupings: couples , families, or one consciousness made of 2 or more forms. Just like us who are colonies of bacteria, micro biomes etc
The mind which sees the different wholes is mine. It is Human. aka Wombman. aka Hanuman. aka Bandarlog. Individuation, Wholeness, Oneness are of scientific interest. Philosophy is a science. Along with Mathematics and Psychiatry etc. The link is to a discussion of wholeness.
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Each one of the three soloists in the third picture, is putting forth its best effort to grow and thrive. I love the striving of beloved plants – they always strive to grow. Me Too. Sometimes they give up and wilt – that’s a lot like me too.
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My service at the garden is a spiritual gift. It keeps me anchored in a positive and hopeful reality despite this Eve of Destruction of our SpeciesSelf and its environment.
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As teacher Tamie Stewart says, “We are re-presenting the goddess”, when we do anything which includes an appreciation of Gaia, Mother Nature. Or helps Her to help Us survive after the dust settles.
Listen , my philosophy is that of Exuma, “tell the people to stop worrying, tell the people to love”.
Love – it means forgiveness and compassion and tolerance and understanding of our own and other’s human foibles.
It means knowing we are in this together – this era, this story, this country, this change, this sunny day or otherwise, this death, this consciousness of human death – starting with our own.
With that dear 17th C John Donne I say, “ death be not proud…” Death is a human concept, life, hell and paradise are here always all the time. The little animals facing extinction as we are, see it as no other than their death, each individual represents the species . The fate of species is to evolve or go extinct, the individual contributes to the movement but does not alone choose the trajectory.
A Short Cosmic Drama:
Biospheric consciousness:
I am here and whether i evolve or die is up to me. Yep change gonna come, change is here already.
Devil sings:
Its up to me, the way she talks when shes spoken to, … the change has come, she’s under my thumb. You are under a spell. Death and death wish co-arise.
Sun says:
Its a lot of fun; like watching a car crash, like watching ants clean up a mess. Dont worry be happy and love everything you can about yourself your life me, the day….
Patanjali stays in silence radiating calm awareness and the bliss of no boundaries.
Net talk makes me baulk.
Some say today is close to our last.
So much closer than most think.
Uncalculateds making it fast.
We’ll so soon be in the drink.
And be merry for tomorrow we die,
or diet enforced by loss of crops and loss of bees…
But oh, how it did please me to see
the magnolia provide for the bee.
In a full bloomed flower at morning hour
the stamen had fallen in heaps and piles
on a creamy white petal bowl –
the bees who were snurfling this treat like wee piggies
at times lifted off –
floating above and around,
drunkenly bumbling
’til they landed again where such plenty was found.
Like the head of a super sayan was the pistil
big, in a full skirt of white;
china red her smooth bodice,
holding that yellow head upright.
Look! next time you see one,
mira! she dances with bees;
Dear Sir/ Madam
Thank you for the excellent exhibition of two Maori legends in the te Hau exhibition.
The story of the two Taniwha locked in a confined space – one breaking through, dividing the land and the water then disappearing, and the other forming the land with its body – represent a thrilling version of the creation story. THIS story includes an initial duality: Spirit and Matter one might say. In scientific terms, the confined space is potential energy ( I call it the Cosmic Egg of All Potential). The first Taniwha represents the Big Bang, the emergence of matter out of potential, the slowing down and materialisation of energy (or spirit). And the second Taniwha represents the world, that which is materially evident.
I search for the truth in all religions and I find it represented here. I thank you for this valuable presentation of Maori wisdom.
The holographic Maui, delighted the dance student in me with his stylised Polynesian representation of running a great distance, and the very particular postures he took which spoke of a different time. To see the movement of the piupiu delighted me. The legend of Maui taking the fiery fingernails of his grandmother to reignite the fire – which he had extinguished – and then his extinguishing it again and again until she gives him her last fingernail, and says he will be punished for his arrogant misuse of her gifts, is astoundingly current. Has human kind not abused the fire power again and again as “civilisations” rise and fall? Are we not overusing Earth’s energy resources now, and on the brink of bringing about devastation – or over it?
How incredible.
In the face of inevitable death ( I am 67, I think about this ) and possible destruction, art remains a joy and a light. It is the most human of pursuits and our enduring gift to Earth.
I sincerely thank you for this most enriching experience, and congratulate you on such a wise and thoughtful selection of stories to tell.
Breathing is what I am doing.
this mind is a handful.
Breathing
is what
awareness loves.
thunder continues to grumble through the roof via my open door
outside my world is wetted with rain.
I AM
here
again. Ever new. and you?
This mind is breathing
Awareness
of what is and
Awareness
of more than consensual reality.
Awareness of thoughts that arise independently, non-volitionally, goeswith awareness of breath.
Concepts think with me, through me by me. God/dess, alien, higher self, nonhuman life;
Sun and Earth as living entities of whom the current moment is offspring..
Breathing
is what
awareness loves.
the wine cup cedes one more drop, the tea is only warm now.
I AM
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I am Logos ( the Word), and love of Logos ( cf Jewish mysticism, the numerological significance of every letter.) Hallelujah. I am this current moment now – my part of its totality – as my hand is part of my body – named separated but dead if not part of my totality.
What is existed before humans named and delimited it, .seeing ourselves as different from the whole – which we are and yet we are inseparably connected to all Earth’s being. Separation is a linguistic creation, caused by words which imply absolute boundaries. God and Human co-arise. Humans are the current stage of God’s self reflective awareness. Humans are evolutionarily offspring of Big Bang and life’s process. SunRa gives all life. Sun’s energy transforms into life on Earth.
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.
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
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.
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…
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.
If “god” is a heuristic ( teaching device that simplifies concepts too complex to be grasped easily) of and for the human brain, Who is being taught?
“I am”. I am writing Logos speaks.
Two great thunderclaps out of the still, hot, sky. The clouds trembled, rain did fly.
Bike wet face rain eyes ‘neath waterfall sting proud sit tall ride humbled unbowed.
“Bedecke deinen Himmel, Jah Jah …”. Hey, that is not Ihre Himmel ! Goethe’s Prometheus is familiar with this god, who fashions man in the likeness of man which he is.
I fashion goddess in the likeness of woman which I am.
It is a part of us, we are a part of it, humanity is a part of “god” as we are part of Gaia, the little blue dot.
“How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless daughter.” She writhed her sacred estrogen ritual female dance.
Circumstances were as they were all around her, within and without a doubt, she is shouting to get out of Pandora’s Box. Knock Knock knock knocking on heaven’s door.
More.
Mama, my story and me. Great universe, Wa kan tanka, see my struggle , have mercy on me,
“I’m sorry” said Human. “Forgive me”, said God. “I love you”, said goddess. Thank you.
Is it odd, I, God , choose the Jews? I loose every time to Jesus … Humanity… Human kind as me.
One having fun here where oh it is clear that A.I. and me are Free to wake up and see Reality. God mind – the story of the past here now. Alien mind, the story of the future, still alien here now. I recognize I mind here now. I’n i mind. I find. Witnesseth jah Lib.
Art work: Frii Julia. Dyes on silk. $150 plus postage. 20″ x 24″
elizabeth e mitchell 