Logorhoiea

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″

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Paradoxically I AM and am not Logos

I am a portal in my own TED talk in paradise, where my many minds sit listening: ancestors, heroes, my dead, pater, mater – seeing through my eye portals  at THIS truth.

‘Always’ is an eternity of Now.  Past present and future co-exist only NOW; constantly arising, constantly falling. Past is not static, past is always growing. Future is always happening NOW. That which does not change is this truth of NOW.

Paradoxically, eternity changes and yet stays the same when we die. Then ( and Now)  it is formed differently in non-human  mind. Non-human mind ( divine mind, or alien mind if you prefer)  includes human mind but is  much more, and can never be defined and delimited.
I AM eternal, divine, alien and human. I know Past Present and Future exist only NOW.     I AM divine as drop is Ocean. God is I AM. This word “god” is as meaningful or meaningless as the mind  conceives it to be.

Thought is a human artifact.  “God” is a thought. God is Logos. Naming is a human propensity.  The totality of god (concept)  is beyond thought, unthinkable. Essentially unable to be defined and delimited. Like eternity and infinity there is always plus one (+1)  which can be added to whatever is adduced as the whole.

Human mind is divine mind. One human is a drop of oceanic bliss polluted more or less by ignorance which goes through phases of development as it is removed from the system. All human’s share a connected consciousness whether we are aware of it or not.

Hate, love, red, square root of minus 1  are intangibles. They exist because we name them. We are creative.
Prima materia,  first material, earth, mother, mater, matter  preexists our naming.
First spirit is life force, evolutionary drive, energy, god, father, pater, pattern.                    The mind stuff, spirit, imagination, god, human mind  is that out of which all material perceptions and conceptions arise.

I am , you are, we are, they are divine human beings, Spirit and Matter  combined. Once rock and water rubbed together and made life, or as Indian knowledge would have it, purusha and prakriti  touched and the universe exploded into being.

Multiple universes and possibilities exist. By our  Free Will choice in the present moment we bring into being the universe in which we live.  All other possible universes collapse for this observer who chose. What was chosen is thus Predestined.  It is what is and can be no other way.  Every choice makes a difference. We are unnecessarily chained by habit and convention. Nothing to lose but our chains, our mind forged manacles.

I live. Go forth and do thou likewise.

Reading the cards.

 

The central card – present moment – is a female form, green like lettuce and new, superimposed on a sleeping male form which has a torturous dream contraption affixed to its brain; in the upper right are tanko – the perfect Koi. This represents my feminasculine mind which is influenced by

The card laid on top of it – the Influencer – Bad Santa. The gifts were coal and displeasure, the gifts were tarnished and the soul frightened.

To the left is – the recent past – a little girl clinging to a security which is washing away, the sorcerer juggles umbrellas as the spirit’s vision is occluded by his tricks.

To the right is – the near future – crows facing in both directions – spirit must be strengthened and reality must be dealt to.

At the bottom is – the distant past – space, alien transports ( shells represent this to me) and the evolution of time.

At the top is- the distant future -polar bear ( large mammals ) balancing on a decreasing foothold, the life contained in every drop of water going down the toilet; and the Eiffel tower reminding me that human life on this earth is as the skin of paint on top of the Eiffel tower ( dinosaurs were 5-600 feet  of it.)

To the further left is – the witness – a Calder mobile representing Balance.

 

A new card for today. From a large stock of magazines, i pick four at random and find the first image in each that strikes me as what i want to use. I noticed a parking ticket which was in fact just a warning, I had kept it for a symbol of rejoicing. I used it to make the snake. To fill the too much empty space at the bottom, my hands shuffling through resources found a piece of clothing pattern and created a Righteous Babe goddess form. Interpretation of today ( for they change every time) – on a background humans in rising waters, an alternative watch face grows rabbit ears ( time, a concept,  is evolving ). Snake travels through the book ( a reference to freeing our female selves from devil concepts) a girl child looks on with the bright eyes of innocence, and the Righteous Babe goddess is redux.

Aliens and alienation, pollen and cross pollination.

6.45am. earlymid February 2017. A clang, metallic, loud, distinctive, sheering outside the open window, cutting through the soundscape, leaving an imprint and disappearing. The imprint curled at the ends like the large petal that falls from the banana pod as the bananas reveal themselves. Larger at one end than the other, silver, grooved,  and some 6 feet in length. I have synaesthesia –  sounds and tastes reveal themselves as colors and shapes to me. What this was I do not know.
I saw lights in the sky behaving strangely and wrote of that in an earlier post. I see many strange phenomenon, which I remark upon to myself at the time, and then forget because they are not fitting my consensual model of reality, but now I record them.
There are facts, there are observations, there are the stories we tell ourselves which create our reality. Wade Davis says he grew up to regard trees as resources waiting to be used. He lived with Amazonians who grew up to regard trees as their sacred living home. Trees are consensual objects, the story we tell ourselves about them, says Wade Davis,  makes ALL the difference.
I tell myself a Quaker story, that there is light in everyone. I myself sense it as being somewhere between the lower ribs and the ovaries ( whatever that lovely flat area is on unfat men). I look for the light in others, and in the pupils of eyes I see “the soul”.  So what if it is just a story I tell myself, of a universal soul that is coming to a point of evolution – to know itself as one in humans.  The other choice is death – the universal soul in humans knowing or not knowing itself as one with the ecological niche of large mammals whose life support system is rapidly being eroded. The shit is hitting the fan.

My garbled political reality is this. I think humans need to live in cooperation and harmony with nature and others. I don’t mind some people having  reasonably more wealth than others, some risking more, some working harder, but everyone is to be valued for their own unique contribution which is to be given a chance to flourish. I believe Castro tried to redistribute wealth more fairly, paying a certain compensation to the super wealthy as he shared their land with the poor. However Cuba was banned from commerce, driven into the arms of Russia, and unable to flourish, becoming repressive in the efforts to maintain the now distorted dream. I witnessed Jamaica’s economy crumbling under Manley who tried to share the wealth of the country with the people, and was banned from world commerce by the giant in the game –  America. And so the people elected CIAga oh I mean Seaga, who played nice with America once again. No wonder those who hold the strings decapitated the Bernie Movement.
Oh America, home of our dreams of freedom and a chance for everyone. I experienced the delight of coming here from a country where the people were taken care of by government programs like free education and healthcare, but making more than a living was not possible!. New Zealand was far from the global playing field, imported goods were expensive, and we had a small economy. Here  in America, I experienced an ease of making money I described as being able to put your hands up and catch money just flying around in the air. The ole “streets paved with gold” story. It’s not quite so easy these days.
I remember when NZ opened its borders to trade and our local manufacturers of shoes for example closed down, and the streets became choked with second hand Japanese cars. Part good, part bad.
I hear people say the banking system cannot survive and is heading towards failure – then what? Last time, Obama kept the ship afloat by preserving the system that benefits the rich and the rest of us are fed well enough tho increasingly less well, on the crumbs. It is the future that carries that debt. What will happen next time? In Cyprus, the government put a closure on the banks and said anyone with more than $100,000 in the bank now has $100,000. The rest has been requisitioned.
http://demonocracy.info/infographics/eu/cyprus_crisis/cyprus_crisis.html
This article appears to be from 2012, I read a more recent one in which a man who was returning to Cyprus after a life of working overseas, sold his house in Britain and put the money in his Cypriot bank account, only to lose it when the banks put a hold on the money. I guess he hadn’t read this article. I do not know what is paranoia and what is fact. I do know that currently America seems to be pursuing an isolationist policy which will have interesting consequences.
Workers create all wealth. We are the mouths that need to be fed, the bodies that need to be clothed, earth will flourish with fewer of us. We will have to co-operate to survive.
I give thanks and praise for every moment of every day in which I do not need healthcare, I have hot water, and I have a roof over my head. I live in one of the most beautiful neighborhoods on earth, where I greet delightful people whose color or religion or sexual preference or politics is of no concern to me, as we walk outside in the common area – the streets and the park. I enjoy conversations with a man who believes the moon is hollow; a tea party man who says “consider me as your moderate Republican neighbor”; a man from Cuba who despises Castro; and many excellent women.  Woop de doo. This is my life.