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 –
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
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.
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…
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.
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….
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.
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.
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.
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″
An essential point of agreement – the obscenity of wealth distribution. Some of the wealthy are waking to their responsibility to others and enjoying their good works… its a start. The system is set up for some to have so very much more while others have desperately not enough, and nature is shafted; waste a way of life – we either change this, and have a better hope of ourselves and our next generations living in some sort of modern comfort , or we let it all wash away, be blown away, .. let nature take care of the blight selfishness is. We are one life force around the planet, one web of life. Those who cannot live with this as a guiding principle, cut themselves off from life. That will result and is resulting in their destruction. I live in the joyful knowledge of life in me – I regret that humanity might be wiped out by nature before our natural evolution – but that is what keeps me alive – the desire for humanity to live our full natural potential as celebrants of life’s wonder. I know you love so much of nature around you; we just regret together that we are part of the human problem. Greetings friend reader.
The image is an exercise – take lined paper make three columns. Write words of significance in any order, randomly in all of the spaces. Allow your mind to jump from one word to another, writing as you go. Whenever you reach a pause in the flow, change the type of word – philosophical, topics of interest, important people – whatever.
Closing your eyes, touch the paper and record the word. Repeat two times.
Now you have three words. Let a riff of thought follow and connect these words. I want to explain mine then record the word flow that resulted. I believe that Logos – word – is “god” . i.e. the human mind names and creates its world. The stories we tell ourselves create our life.
Mariette, my beloved friend, aged eighty something, was killed by a car, returning from an evening lecture, walking from the bus stop to her home. She was a wonderful alive person and her faith in her Jesus was intense and personal.
Richard, my man, is deeply affronted by religion which he sees as causing much of the trouble in the world. It has been inflicted upon him by persons he could not avoid, including me. I want to show him the religious story I tell myself is not the one he cannot stand. I cannot stand the old man in the sky as anything other than a heuristic ( teaching device which simplifies complex concepts) either.
I think WWJD – what would the putative Jesus do – is a great question and i attempt to live my life by it. That is to do as the Quakers do – look for that of light in each person. Judge not that I be not judged. Love one another. Value and work for Peace. See myself as one tiny part of my concept of the divine – for me that is Life Force.
The words I happened to touch upon were Ego, Mariette, Jesu. This is my word flow.
Mariette – dead, Jesu – dead. Ego – death to egoic blinders.
One and the same LIFE. Now they have my eyes, my hands, my thoughts. I commune with them and they with me. I imagine. I mage [magician]. I create. I story. My story – mystery unveiled. Weep and wail, gnash teefies. The dis-integration is frustrating. I know it. I live it. [ that we are one life force, one conscious biosphere, here from the beginning and here after humans evolve or die out, divine ]. The world I grew up in does not believe it. Cognitive dissonance. Headache.
I stand in my truth with the sad heart of Ruth in tears amid the alien corn, I choose to be born again as one and the same with Him=my ideals. My dreams, my childish screams as they took away my right to play in the fields of the Lord in the joy of the word…
THEY DID NOT [ my dead in my head reject that blaming]
They just said grow up! Be Yourself! Know that what you know and are and see and feel is your reveal for YOU its true for You. Dont make yourself blue that you cannot prove this true. Truth needs no defense, it will out in the end.
Trees are alive, trees are my friend. My love there, solid and strong, frail enough in their own way, but singing my song. We are one. I AM one. I am fun…..[ doubtful sometimes]
My Richard is tall and strong like a tree, and I like a squirrel unable to be as he MUST see how his way is true for him – he is the balance of me, let him be, let him be ! See solidarity with those who feel free. In time life’s unity will be seen again, we will befriend nature and others and learn how to groove how to move tall and strong like the tree that lets others be and does its own work, doesnt shirk, not a jerk. Sees and believes in itself if I may, say so and so say.
SO what is MY work? It is this ! It is bliss. It is logos expressing Joy in my song. It is Logos regressing. It’s taking to long to go nowhere. NOW HERE !
I record this rubbish and post it as a blog because I want to encourage others who feel cognitive dissonance between what they were taught and what they feel, who still feel that they have not really got on with what their life is meant to be, to trust their feeling of what they are meant to be doing. And its NOT about money. Writing feels like life blood to me. I can hear the wiser voices saying, “Sure, but dont give up your day job.”
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