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Being spirit being.

We humans are Gaia’s human consciousness which is the consciousness that is self aware. We can learn to be aware of ourselves as earth herself, one with her etc.. its just a new way of saying what first cultures always know – we are one with earth, with our environment. Western European scientific separation into parts, the delusion of separateness ( we are part of a whole)  founded on the strong and undeniable illusion of a separate self – that is our current phase which is ending.  Humans must self identify and individuate to BECOME human, it is a phase; now we need to keep that knowing and return to knowing ourselves as one species, one with earth.

Wholeness is lovely ideal, a mythical ideal. We are always both partial and whole because we are part of the universe – we are of the universe and not an object in it. We  are co-creators. We are a partial whole – co-dependent on the entire universe – we can’t exist outside of it as a separate whole unto itself. This is the basis of a universal ethics – if everything is co-dependent then we when treat others badly, we are in effect treating ourselves badly. To pollute the environment is to pollute ourselves.

Our breath reminds us of this play – every out-breath can serve to remind us to soften our grasp, our rigidity, our hardness, our separateness. Plants and animals are CO2 and O2 breathers – we depend on each other.

Consciousness of Breath out is not only  consciousness of Life but of Death. When is  our last breath? Our life is ONE breath in many parts. We are more than our material beings. That which is more is Now Here, nowhere. Spirit is not material though found in material.

This is it. (Alan Watts) This is what i/you do and this is what the universe is doing NOW Here ie nowhere, ie in spirit or potential, as well as in this physical place – our hands and minds reading, thinking. The nowhere aspect of it is the thought communication aspect. Thought is not only local. Nowhere also covers the not just one time aspect – I write now, you read later, all times are one in “spirit “ or that which is. Inspire – the mind which is breathing. One human becoming aware of itself in many parts. Birth is dangerous. Keep breathing.

We only have consciousness and awareness to stop ourselves from becoming rigid in personal fixations.

If  I  respond with the warmth, softness and flow of the Elementals…as a river flows, as the sun rises, as the wind blows … happiness is in the flow.

Although some say swim up stream – even a dead fish can go with the current;
and some say Swim across the stream and be a vital disruption.

Disruption is coming.
Chaos is here.
Chaos creates space for strange attractors – a new stabilisation not yet here.
The system destabilizes, “things fall apart, the centre cannot hold…” ( W B Yeats). In Chaos Theory the new patterns that emerge are called Strange Attractors. Eventually one of the new patterns gains enough momentum to become the new system.

Embrace your suffering – be compassionate with your shame, your guilt, your anger, your envy, your sloth, your greed – only then will you find some measure of tolerance and acceptance for these vices in others.

As  we look for the light in others so we find ourselves – so far from perfection and yet perfect in our striving.  We are S/HE , god/dess, Gaiam.

SHE is a projection of our psyche – SHE acknowledges the shadow aspects of the psyche – only by standing alongside her suffering and staying with it, will SHE be able to shine with the light of compassion. SHE is the image of ourselves when we stay with our suffering – in time it becomes transformed into compassionate love.

To “stay with our suffering” . I guess its the basis of psycho therapy – discover the injury… notice where it is affecting you. Get used to it and transcend it…

Hence my injunctions:
ACCEPTANCE IS REQUIRED.
What is, IS. This is it.
GIVING THANKS FOR WHAT WE HAVE IS REQUIRED.
The attitude is gratitude, a gratitude practice is wonderful at all times.
BEING KIND TO OURSELVES IS REQUIRED.
Our small self and our larger human self, the ONE human mindbeing.
SOFTENING OUR HEART AND MIND IS REQUIRED.
Humility to accept that there are other valid ways of seeing, valid to those who see that way. Unless we respect the humanity of others and why they see how they see, we will not see how to let them see how we see.

Yes, but also softening the heart to one’s own weaknesses which are always multiple – no one is exempt from the vices – that is the human condition – the all potential of the virtues and vices is in every moment for everyone.

It’s a tough list because my tendency is to tense, harden, resist.
Mine is to give up , and /or curse and enjoy excoriating – as in the wise folk phrase “ the ones we love to hate” …

 

This is my evolutionary shtick… it is who i am and where i come from and what makes me feel alive. I need to live it and be it and not just talk it. i need to believe in it and trust it and know that i am it, and i can do it and i can leave my injuries behind by accepting they will always be part of me, but new keeps growing, and focus on the new, that doesnt make me lose who I am.

If only! But I have found that you can’t leave your injuries behind – they are you –

Accepting they will always be part of me, but new keeps growing….
They have contributed to who you are – trauma changes you – they are part of your cell memory.
Yes always part of me.
DNA, culture and family patterns hand such memories on to children. It is a species memory …
The task is learning to live with the injuries – to make peace with them by allowing them to co-exist alongside everything else in your inner universe.
You can repress them but you can’t erase them, so says Freud and Co.

I love word smithing about it… its me encouraging myself; putting heart into my human, archetypical story of my journey to wholeness NOW.

Yes to bomb another is to bomb ourselves etc. i have said this for ages too. We are partial because we are the drop, not the whole ocean. Each drop is holographically the ocean ( when we are talking about non material oceans). It is the time of Paradox, “of a great truth the opposite is also true” ( approximation of Nils Bohr’s perception), of Not Only…. But Also…

Your thoughts will all be thought again, holy dove, bought and sold and bought again…( after Leonard Cohen)
We are ever here.
This is where my ball gets rolling — aah Sysyphus – so you know you are here again. Where, once again, you have rolled the ball up and over the hill, to find yourself here where you belong, yet aware of how this HERE has increased dimensionally.. to bring that forward takes action.

As in a daily commitment to mindfulness …

Yes. I am feeling more and more how i am one at all stages of growth, i am old and young, i am old and new, i am beginning and ending , i am former and future. I ( divine self) am not only in my mind everywhere ( in every one, experiencing being human) but also here, now; mindfully I, Lib, local ego, can be here too and get on with it…

Quaker Meditation 4 – TWIjaysus.

Quaker Meditation 4

My divine mind tells itself
“God does not exist” and laughs coquettishly.
Hen cackling in neighbors yard,
another egg.
Meditating, eastern spine cross legged,
feeling like AnansiJesus, I sit, my fingers touching,
my mind Bhakti – a devotional Je t’aime repeating to itself.

No separation is the same as no ego existence. Theoretically and insanely possible, interesting, alienated, able to be loved.

It was the third day. Jesus sat up in the sepulchre, put his cloth around his shoulders and sat cross legged to meditate as He did every morning.

He, aka Twi, walked away from there to here where, for many, the cross symbolizes only 2000 years of Christian history.

That Which Is, Twi, had lived as Mohammed, who with Khadijah sought justice for people. Khadijah’s wise female influence was taken from him. He became more militant than Jesus who with Mary, Magdalen or Mother, tried the quaker pacifist route. Muslims know they are part of the past 2000 years of struggle for justice. No peace without Justice.

“My mind is an empty birdhouse, in which my Zen Buddhist and my Quaker Pacifist sit”. Twi breathed out as she wrote. Ancestral spirits drank Lethe waters dry.
Re – membering.

Beauty mind in beauty way finds itself here where moon can still be seen through a tracery of oak at dawn.

Bistro Morandi, Bottle wall

Image: Bistro Morandi/Bottle Wall. By me – elizabeth mitchell. under contract.

http://www.elizabethmitchellstudio.com Tampa Fla. Art and silk painting classes. Philosophical yoga instruction, Sivananda and Iyengar lineage. HoustonHubbardJudith seed.

 

Sun Doesn’t Rise – Bliss Consciousness

Earth turns. I walk in this awareness. My mind communing with Sun which has created all this life including me. Momentarily ( for a moment) I commiserate with Sun, so much effort to be destroyed so fast. It has happened before, Sun reminds me. I am your human mind, Sun agrees.
I tweet, twiddly iddly eet, I call, I make bird sounds and listen to the birds. I imitate their sounds as best I can and contribute to the morning chorus. We are your creature mind, Sun agrees.
In a few hours we will be directly beneath your burning heat. Nuclear fusion so powerful, so creative, so destructive – Siva, and KaliVishnu. Creative, Enduring, Destructive and Concealed. These four being the qualities of the Hindu divine – I learned this on an information card at the British Museum. Hmmm – concealment! That was a new one.
We humans are always seeking to know more, and some of us to comprehend. Sun concealed by night. Beloved Moon, Earth’s mirror to show Sun her bedtime stories. Sun’s mirror to show that beloved light is still and ever there. Hence dualistic thought arises.
Our stories create our ability to function in large groups of people who dont know each other, says Juval Harari in his book Sapiens. We need to create a new story says Elisabet Sahtouris. Let’s evolve and grow the Bible story says Barbara Marx Hubbard – let now be the time when the knowledge of Evil is sufficient that we know how NOT to choose it, and let the Biblical God admit he was a bad father to over-react so extremely. Jesus came to show that the impetus was Love.
We WILL create stories – let us create marvelous ones. WE have the “divine” power to experience bliss and to attempt to help others in this benighted Zone to do the same.
As I walked in blissful consciousness of life and sun, I felt that anyone dying on earth could share this moment which seemed Consciousness embodied in me. I felt that when we die we feel for some final moments the bliss of being, as we no longer relate to our particular body, and possibly we choose to materialize again in another womb to give life another try. nelson tahunanui

In My Head..

Breathing. Inhale two three four. Hold two three four. Exhale two three four. Hold two three four. Inhale two three four. Hold two three four. Exhale two three four. Hold two three four. Inhale…

To consciously halt breathing is to experience a conscious moment of how it is to be dead. Consciousness is still here observing.

I am sitting at the table, my arms resting on a yellow tablecloth. Yellow in 4 second awareness is symbolic of sunshine, of daily gratitude to this breath.

Gratitude opens the door for those who are materially dead to be in our head . I pour myself a gin and 4 seasons highfructosefreee tonic water. My parents are breathing with me. Along with tea, It was mum’s social drink. I also like scotch, and brandy, like my dad. To say “I like scotch and brandy also, like my dad” , would change the meaning.

Who cares about such linguistic punctiliousness these days. Who cares what my Dad drank. Desperately escaping burdens of the day’s requirements. How hard it is for spirit to live in a material body here. Spirit which is eternal finds no difficulty in anything, it is only humans who forget to breathe. Spirit is breath. Spirits relax the natural soul which is burdened here, but must deal with it.

Inspire, inspiration, breathe in breath. Expire, expiration, breath out death. Breathe in life. And hold for a count of four for awareness.

We are spirit here. And those realists who say, “oh shut up already. Just get on with it”, don’t and don’t have to experience the spirit realms where mind, mind has mountains cliffs of fall, sheer no man fathomed…… oh my dead, my beloved are in my head. and on that four count of stopped breath i feel them encouraging me:
“yes yes yes. It is paradise here where we watch without input and it is hell here when thou’rt unhappy. Be Free we say; “Iree”, says Pun, “Free. Freedom itself, freed for each to frame their own concept, their own game.

Breath is spirit. Luscious awareness of light and dark, life and the mark you make. Breath in for four; hold for four; breathe out for four; hold for four; breathe in…..

 

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Positive Vibe Transmission

POSITIVE VIBE

John 78, Cuban American, owns farmed acreage within the city limits. I often meet him briskly walking his three Jack Russell terriers.
– mangoes this year had flowers that didnt set. We’re done for, all the changes…
Lib 66, artist
– we can say that cos we’re old, but the young cannot say that.
John
– my doc cannot believe me – i had a triple bypass and i’ve thrown all
but my blood pressure meds away, blood thinners and all that.. I eat a clove ( not a head) of garlic everyday and my cholesterol is perfect now. The drug companies….
Lib
– yes my friend on Statins, coumadin – her skin tears and bruises with great red welts at the least little bump. I will share what you told me – this is the knowledge that will help us survive. This is the knowing of the futurepast, how to grow things, how to be healthy.

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I drink a tbsp of vinegar every day when cancer thoughts arise. I work on breathing for bloodpressure control cos im sure the drugs are making me stiffer. I do yoga and have so far warded off a second hip replacement. Our faith in our alternative meds is as rewarded as those who trust the allopaths. One day the shit will hit the fan.

I wish for all who rely on healthcare to be able to access it, while I also put my faith in self healing, and the healing mechanism of the body which is one with Earth.

I love electricity and hot baths, while I also know that when the electricity supply is removed we will see and love the stars once more.
I see our culture stifling adaptability and inventiveness in the masses. I see young parents doing their best to encourage it although the school system and the pressure of work for money strongly impede their efforts. I know our culture cannot survive as it is, this is reason to rejoice for it offers opportunity.
I see powerful people making ludicrously terrible decisions which increase horror and destruction. I see myself failing to live up to my own expectations. I can see that although the trajectory is bigger than me, my struggle counts, It may shift the pointer just a hair when combined with all the longing here.

We will not stop the catastrophe, we can work to minimize it and be prepared for it. History is repeating itself – it is time for HERSTORY, Mystery again.

Future is unknown, we create it in this moment. Past is ours to describe – the stories we tell ourselves are creative. It is always the one human story in all its insanity and glory. Right Here Now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hibiscus wild 2.2 This painting is at Baisden Gallery Tampa.

My website – I paint on silk and teach this art to others – http://www.elizabethmitchellstudio.com  More links below to inspirational scientists.

Bruce Lipton   Biologist  – how and why the body is a self-healing mechanism.

I, Lib, see Earth is a body also. Humans are not only a cancer, but also healthy cells. Let us align with health as much as possible.

Barbara Marx Hubbard – evolve the Biblical story – now is the time of knowledge of the ole Apple of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. “Eve” apologises to “God” and “God” apologizes to Eve for overreacting and setting up the temptation in the first place. Of COURSE we are to have knowledge, we need maturity. Now is the time.

I, Lib see these days, we can see and decide for ourselves  what is  “evil” and CHOOSE to heal. It is not about other people; it is about feeling one with all who are part of survival. Haters and greedheads  will go extinct. We just don’t want to go down with them. That is up to us.

Elisabet Sahtoris – Earth, body, family, ecosystem. All is related. Consciousness precedes matter. Eastern science has made a deep exploration of consciousness, the realm within.

I, Lib , see  inner space – and find it to be one with outer space, outside our skin. Only our identification with skin and ego make us feel separate. That is only human. We are also divine.

Inner chi and outer chi are all one Energy.

I see Humans name consciousness and believe it is only ours – only ours cos we name it, like planting a flag on someone else’s land and thereby “owning” it.

Rupert Sheldrake – Morphic fields of Resonance. Everything is connected. Every action and inaction has ripples through the system.

I, Lib,  see that one grain of sand can tip a finely tuned balance. Humanity is in the balance between liberation and desolation – let our lives matter. That is a matter of belief. It is hard to see how “my life matters” when our enculturation is so blind.

Black and white are one organism that names itself and creates its own duality. This is greater than us.  I strive to transcend this othering and that  does not diminish it one bit. Celebrate and be kind. Be tolerant and compassionate when negative vibes come your way – they are a mirror or a shadow of our self and our culture. We decide what is good, and the good love everyone. Love does not mean condoning, love accepts what Already Is  as a platform for change. Love is open to criticism and strives to grow. Love protects itself within its own heart. Our human heart is one with love. Find it there. Namaste, or as we might say – Damas Day.   Women Rise. OK OK OK

Ego and God co-arise. Ego ergo “God”.

Ego and God co-arise.

Western science cannot find consciousness /soul /spirit, because it tries to find something measurable.
Eastern science has the underlying vision that consciousness is primary. Consciousness is like the water in which the fish swims. Taken out of the water, it notices the lack. In death, when we are no longer conscious of ourselves as individual, we return to consciousness, which is the field out of which ego arises.

I believe, in death,  we become consciousness,  that out of which every”thing” arises. Thing and think co-arise.
“Do not stand by my grave and weep,
I am not there, i do not sleep.
I  am one with the sun on the houses,
I am the sneeze in the noses of mouses ..…

I attempt to feel THAT consciousness of oneness with everything as much as possible. This makes me a predominantly peaceful, kind, optimistic person.
I am aware of my huge ego here,  and  mountains of self unawareness. These get in the way and are often quite depressing, as I identify with my egolife and its feeling of absolute and utter uselessness. rather than with the consciousness which is in everything including me, including every little ant, every leaf, every life however brief, every eternal winking star whose light is hundreds of years old….they wink in and out as we do.

it is my human consciousness that sees and names these things. It is both miraculous and beautiful and stupid and blind.

I fight my own blindness in the words i write to others, instead of facing it down in myself and knowing how to ditch the goddamned western materialism which denies that which  creates life and love in my life, and offers instead depression and hopelessness, lack of vision and a ridiculous scenario of random assemblage of this beautiful planet, instead of grokking that it is autopoetic, self creating. It has no more idea of what is coming than we do cos we are the ones who think this kind of thought as it.

There is no separation, no spirit but life itself; no god but everything and therefore nothing. ( Nothing useful can be said about everything, other than that it is what is, and we humans name it.) All things are thinks, ideas in human minds, nets laid over  the great flow of atoms.

This writing  is for YOU, reader. My mind feels like it wants the world to get my reasoning, which I have created and absorbed from so many sources in the world. My mind loves to hear its reasoning being talked to you. I am – you are – we are consciousness evolving in the human. No separation you see.

Namaste. double halo

Lightning.

Yesterday i was  standing in the rain storm getting soaked at my back door, my arms up to the sky, feeling the rain run down my armpits, and feeling the archetype – woman in time of drought experiencing rain.
I turned my head sideways to let the rain go in my earhole, and turned it the other way to wash the other ear.

There was a lightning bolt and blast simultaneous in my ears and eyeballs. Electrified energy lines in red, black and yellow circumscribed an eye shape of burning white.  In stunned shock I saw the sky reassert itself greyblue.
If that aint supernatural power to which I bow and genuflect mentally I dunno what would be.

My second time of being not struck by lightning. Spared one might say if one was of a primitive mind set. My unstruck heart. My anahata. My fourth chakra love, heart, empowered by lightning because spared by lightning. Death dances with all of us.

I believe that when our culture is washed away and people find themselves surviving in nature again, humans will remember that it makes sense to feel one with nature, conscious of itself in us. I AM my experience of the lightning. I AM lightning ( in my own way).

We got the power to tell ourselves stories which empower ourselves. Oh blessed spiral. Inspiral, outspiral.  Everyman(/woman)  is always here. Everyman  the human. Same human who emerged out of the evolutionary family tree.
Same one who said “i am different from animal though i have an animal body and needs. I am aware of death. I die. I will memorialise me.” ( or others did it for the one)
To connect with Ancestral patterns, to connect myself with archetypes, gods goddesses, forces, stories, elves pixies, a whole world of imagination, is beautiful. My ancestral figures become archetypes, roles on the stage of My play.

I live in this knowing. I am always here. Individual ego is a variation on a theme. Archetypes recur throughout history. Currently I am both somewhat distasteful  mad prophet with wild hair  and Cassandra sanguine about the end I see coming for the people who pay no heed, and yours truly , MadLib

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