Quaker Meditation

Quaker Meditation

I enter the silence of the meeting. I sit with my finger tips touching and my back straight in good eastern cross legged position.
I focus on the Inner Space. With my eyes closed i feel as tho the space behind my eyeballs is one with that in which all the others present also exist.
The space outside my eyeballs and the space inside my eyeballs are the same space, shaped by the material presence of me and others. The inside is unified, the outside is an experience of separate identity.
Look up into a tree. It shapes the space which is and is not the same space within the branches and beyond the branches.
I focus on the ball of space created between my hands. It has a separate identity from the rest of the space and yet is the same space.
I feel the presence of the greater space surrounding me, the meeting house, the city , world, universe. Always my mind experiences boundaries which both contain and divide.
This paradox applies to time also.
The present moment contains distant past and far future. In the past I was not but space was. In the past humanity was not but space was. In the future I will not be, but this space i experience will be the same as now. In the future humanity will know itself to be more than physical and/or it will have ceased to exist.
All material forms cease to exist. Space is energy, Inner Chi, consciousness – wordless, quiet experience of being. Joy, bliss and radical acceptance.
The meeting is over and we become ourselves with little lives to live. I am glad to experience the peace which is possible.dove

Poems for a Departing Friend.

LINNY LEAVING

All of us, we are grieving
over golden Linny leaving.
Aah as one’s heart is older it does handle such realities bolder
than the ones who dream of futures being the past.
The New is here at last,
brought in by You
Who leave us
Linny
Here where we are now somehow always here
Always with you dear
Linny
You in us and we in you. This is true.
What we do was done to us
No fuss. Now, in the New,
we are the ones who decide how we feel.
The absence a living wound.
The wound a place of life.

LINNY LEAVING 2

Old friends, good friends, human goals, human ends,
Rainbow people, all ‘a we.
Here we see ourselves gathered in each others eye
to say Goodbye to
Linny.
Our Linny, our love, our turtle dove, our sweet girl
Leaving.
Herself set free from what wee here see.
Free. Linny’s primal self. Her Self Elf. Free.
New chapter. New verse. Evolution.
Love lacing worlds, continents, cities…
Wherever you are Linny our hearts are one with you.

Linda

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

Meditation, thank you.

This morning walking, I saw a little squirrel. It was watching me and I was watching it. Squirrel put its one little paw up to its chest as though to say “me”?  I thought to Squirrel, “Yes. Me”;  and I put my hand over my heart. After a little, Squirrel put its hand down and so did I. The communion continued, “Yes, little Squirrel, thou and I art one Life Force. One Evolutionary moment now.” Squirrel goes about her business, my eyes rest on the Roseate Spoonbill in the park. A beautiful newcomer among the everyday Ibis. “Oh Rosy”, I think, “Where is your home? Why are you in this unfamiliar location?” My mind thinks of the Syrians wandering Earth.
We are one Evolutionary Spirit. I feel such sadness, such joy and such opening. I am able to let my thoughts flow – and to realise that the sadness comes from grasping them. The moment is mine and it is beautiful and I AM beautiful in it.
I can hardly say that. But that is my interpretation of Christianity. “There is one inside who speaks to our condition”. That blessed, wordless consciousness of the beauty, grace and sorrow of material being. I feel all the sorrow in me as “jesus” ( higher self, human soul, whatever) grieving, I feel all the bliss of being as God/dess. I and the fathermother, sun-earth-water, pattern-matter-Evolution, pater, mater y espiritu  are ONE.
and i can let all that go and just be.
My thank you to online meditation teacher  Craig Hamilton,
roseate online meditation teacher.

Psilocybin and MDMA

I heard a talk about drug therapies for Cancer. The Doctor from NYU  cancer research talked of the difference between Psilocybin and MDMA – both therapies that are being studied under strictly monitored conditions. The therapies have benefits of reducing worry , anxiety and fear of death.

He said Psilocybin is not recommended for people who love stability and fear change. Psilocybin dislocates the everyday relationship of the individual to the everyday world. MDMA ( street name : ecstasy) relaxes and creates feelings of well being and love for all.  Both therapies could create temporary paranoia as reality shifts, which makes a secure environment essential. Dont try it at home etc.

My mind loves to disassociate from everyday reality. I surely feel ecstasy when I allow my imagination to see the whole world as a living communicating being of which i am part. It can be depressing and painful to have to live in the everyday world where nature is destroyed inevitably, and largely unnecessarily by the current shitstem of  providing comforts. There is enough and there are solutions – for some reason humanity is waiting for this shitstem to crash before discovering how to survive in harmony and without waste.

I read my own writing and comfort myself:

When I die , hallelujah bye and bye, I return to Source. I AM. I become one again with that which I always am. I am that now, in a separate temporary skin. This does not change the fact that my body is ageing, that my dreams remain unfulfilled, my expectations challenged and dissed, my life an irrelevant point in history’s notebook.

In HERstory,  I AM part of the Awakening. IN MYStory, the point of my life is mine to decide. Mysterious, unfathomable, unless we know OUR story, our human story. It is ever thus. The Rise, the Fall, the Thrust , the squall…

I am ever born again in a time which is timeless and ever here. My eyes see the glory of the skies and clouds. My heart pines for Star Knowing.  This body loves its comforts and envies the homeless their views of the stars, but not their physical, emotional handicap. Their mental handicap is an extreme form of mine. We feel connection to energy, when Inner Chi is one with Outer Chi. Aborigine songlines, dot patterns, Nasca lines, drawings in the chalk cliffs, crop circles – inexplicable energy formations that some people feel and represent and even live in harmony with…

A Cosmistory:

in the beginning, before the was a beginning, we all lived together in the Cosmic Egg of All Potential which didn’t exist, or existed only as a concept in its own mind. As I said, in the beginning, we lived together Mother and I, and we wanted to play, We wanted “Lila”, the dance. Or was it Lila that wanted to happen?   Lila was always there in the cosmic egg of all potential. That’s what we discovered, Mother and I, and by that time Lila was in full swing. The play of mothers, fathers, and children had escaped the cosmic egg of all potential and become what it always was.

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People peopling Earth. Earth peoples. Earth and people are one. Her children her self.

We are the human consciousness that Earth devised to know itself. Evolution delighting in being. And in so far as we know who we are , we are Stardust and it is magnificent. We are creative goddesses and gods

. The stories we tell ourselves are creative. Live compadres, LIVE!

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Inside my Head, Outside the Box.

Inside my head, Outside the box.

Ibi, Temucuan goddess of water. I am your consciousness of yourself. I hold and use the sponge cut from the sea floor, I study its pieced structure and the thickness of the root from whence it sprung. I feel its life, no longer living but the trace.
I feel my hair like seaweed as the water moves it in response to my movement. I feel conscious of life evolving in the sea.
I connect with Life force in Water. Water is consciousness, water is life.

Thus I believe, and thus I behave, and thus I exult in life. This connection happens in its own way in all of us who love nature and our natural beingness.

The dinner party.
“Who did you vote for?” I ask the young woman, long time friend of my niece at Father’s Day gathering.
The men of my generation say no, no politics. I move to speak individually to the young woman, as my niece, Catlynn says, “We are grown people. We can talk without arguing.”
Vanessa liked no candidate particularly and voted for Hillary.
“And Bernie ,?” I ask.
She explains she didn’t think his policies were feasible, and mentions free education.
Richard now was able to explain that the free education idea is to educate all school leavers so they are able to work at a job of their choice. It would fund tech schools, and farm apprenticeships, marine activities etc not just colleges and degrees. The idea sounds excellent, and he goes briefly into funding options.

I like politics when people talk about what they want. Then, too often, they go into despair mode about the intractable nature of politics, corruption, media ownership, profit etc – all the reasons why change wont happen.
This is sad and SELF DEFEATING.

I believe the world can and will change – Eastern Inner Spirituality mingles now with Western Science. Humanity will learn through the crises we are creating for ourselves that we survive or go extinct as a species. I stay hopeful because I experience daily renewal of hope and consciousness in myself. I am that consciousness which knows itself to be Life. Not just human, and not even necessarily human. My human mind can think outside its own little human brain case box.

MrGrey bad butterfly

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