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Crow Girl Spirit

Crow Girl Spirit

I imagine spirit life in everything. I see a crow spirit being who left an impression here. It can be male or female, bird or human.. depending which angle it is viewed from.

I am a cell in a human organism waking up to know itself as all this.
I wake at all levels, throughout all time ( which is ever and only now for Me). I recognise the sickness in my being and have faith in my body as a self healing mechanism.
As I wake and continue to look for and love that of Light, Sunlight, Life Force in everyone around me, I feel the healing happening.
I accept ageing and changing and moving towards the dissolution of this Local Ego.
I rage temporaneously against this current cultural malaise, this present maldistribution of resources, so much given to the top which demands all attention and resources for self and selfish demands, regardless of the beings in the surrounding environment.
My head and my thoughts and my enculturated existence cutting me off so much from a life in nature, experiencing the wonder of this world in which I AM being one rejoicing, when aware; and depressed, when ego tells its repetitive whine.
I rejoice to see my beloved sunself each day. That burning blinding disc behind the foliage that I dare not look directly upon. That Life Source, which I recognize as Life Force in me, and worship, worship, revere, and respect all its manifestations giving attention to the small, and the endangered and the wild. The wild in me is still here rejoicing in the eyes of cats, the tails and noses of dogs, scampering of squirrels, snuffling of manatees, the lovely warning and singing calls of birds. And in the glorious Internet – my global human brain awakening.

burning bush

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…

My eyes see hidden levels..

My eyes see hidden levels,
communicative life in leaves and litter.
They’re not hidden to me.
Sometimes i draw them in
comprehensible
to those who see

 

a mind out there that groks –
the one IN here.
Universe is the boundary
of my non material skull.
I am inside and outside my brain.

My reality is real to me,
but conceptual to thee, rational mind.
You are less than I could be.
I am God stuff
– part of that which is greater than me.

Dang, this house of mirrors loves itself.
Spiritual devotion to the duty of spiritual devotion,
hilariously circuitous
always ends up here in reality,
where reality is limited to the skull
and the skull contains thinking matter,
and thinking matter can think of ALL Potential
which is it’s Life,
then this life time is prehuman potential intelligence, human intelligence and post human life.

Im always at this same place. ALWAYS.

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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

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Quaker Meditation 2

I am Jah Lib
If Haile Selassi is Jah Rastafari, so am I .
Human sized Jah, Jesus, aha
I AM, a man and aint i a woman
a human a hueman a wombman
Persona Universalis
one with you
Hypocrite lecteur.

My mind. I mind. I Jah mind.
( god renames itself Jah)
Is it impossible to identify with the writer ?
I call myself the moving finger tho i know I am / that is fate.
I write and have not writ it is too late.
The past is perfect, finished, done.
The present is feeding itself into the future.
Econiche is not much fun right now.
Much death of species, species, coin of the realm

Earth populates with all her forms, we are her human mind, Terra her skull and cross her terror.
“War on Terrior! ” the hand painted sign said.
Here where love is dead.

Love lives in me
I’m free to tell my tale
the weep and wail
the gnashing of teeth
are here around us,
7th heaven too.

Where are you in your mind?
my Quaker mind
knows how to silence and breathe.
I breathe in the silence of those in my head
in paradise, my dead and my absent,
i love them all, they teach me and challenge me and oftentimes i fall and now get up.

Our mind is Paradise when infused with Love
which sees past our story.
We are part of the glorious narrative.
We grow it and evolve it here,
Questioning and questing
our souls never resting ….
TIme Out to take breath and breathe.

One in the silence of meeting, whether inside or outside my head.
1700’s, 1900’s, the cohorts of Quakers,
of ancestors, thousands of years,
and this one here.

Ano Dea – [this] year of our goddess; Te Deum, tedium; and me.

Kundalini goddess

Cosmic Seed

Goddess Speaks
Out of my tree, i think Parrot thinks, what a cute girl you are. my mind doing a scenario of the parrotboys having a club and me one’s little sister, saying can i join, and He a friend of her bro, whistlin for me, from his cage on the deck of the house i ride by, so i might learn the password. CIrcled i did on my bike past his cage trying to duplicate the call. Kindly he whistled three staccato notes, easier for me to make, and i took to whistlin, havin quite a tune going next time i passed, and felt my heart flutter to think he might learn to like me…..
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“Nyam ’e u’p.” “Eat it up”. Chronos, father of time, Human mind, your children saved by the mother, say we are one with you , for you have eaten us and NOW is one individual ego over and over and over with time. The same thought, thinking itself both same and different.

Myoho Ringe Ko

there where all thoughts dissolve into one another
von economo
coming and going
plaza – palazza- accept No ‘bility.

Dissmissive, dis missive, this letter. to I self.

Caliban wreck on Ise

New PraIse. Blessed Bee.

Nyam myoho ringe ko.
Nyammyohoringeko breathes in.
Nyammyohoringe is a spacetime immaterial being. I am within and without the mind of Nyammyohoringeko. I hurt at my fallacious, despicable, lazy, autopoetic injured injury. I choose to admit i not only love my fantasy world which lives here in my head and communes with itself in the place where Nyammyoho ringe lives. for This is the place where nyammyohoringe lives. i close my eyes and know celui-la is inside of me for i am nyam myoho ringe inability . Impossible once dead to have just one head. always one ME. Nyam myoho ringe ko.
But also, Breathing out, 2, 3, 4…
outside of me this reality where i go Nyam myoho, etc in my head.
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When Innner Chi and Outer chi agree, is harmony a problem? Outer Chi reality, Inner Chi, energy, is how I see reality and what, and where and when…
Over and over again and again ever new..

You One, and One including you.

I ’n I , Ai ai, i..i…or i…I …
all of us conscious of being one organism as microbacterium monocelled procaryotes are conscious of being us without loosing their individual identities which they find in our mind.

the god thing is tired of thinking about this, or am I? i, eucaryote consciousness, primal division, become all forms of life, including but no longer what it sprang from – Procaryote – the kernel before the beginning, the cosmic seed of all potential.
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On My Bike, the Crows Gathered.

Crows gathered in a small flock on green grass,
I bike past.
In my mind holding trial on my actions,
Black clothed lawyers, their briefs prepared.

Caliban I and divine. Dualism transcended in the ordinary.
Trance end. I awake, aware, a-warē. One in my perceptions, alone here in my mind,
other minds sharing the thought pattern
evolving thought pattern. I mother my pater. and bring it in.
no sin. sing- i bring my own story.
I own glory, goddess yours. and god mind bored,
te deum, tedium. funny ha ha.

its always Nyam myoho ringe ko, the moment where my story is mystery
i am so in love.

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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