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…..
You’re so in Love …
“It doesn’t matter what you say”, said Karen. “You’re so in love……”
She stopped speaking. I made the namaste gesture and thanked her for her kind words.
It was after Quaker meeting. In the silence of the hour long meeting, people so inspired rise to speak words they feel, after silently considering the matter, have a wider relevance. This spontaneous outpouring of communication is heard and allowed to settle in the silence.
I had spoken of No Separation. Some such effusion as this:
“I AM god. I am what god is and so are you and so are we all. I am the consciousness that observes this marvelous earth. I am one with all life. I am eternally here because eternity is outside of time and ever now. “
I had sat down again. My eyes, closed throughout this speaking, remained tightly shut as my own words echoed in my own head. The living silence restored itself.
Karen, being one of the most excellent people in the world, was a major part of the reason I had started to attend Quaker meeting. I had met her on a protest march in the 90’s and learned about Quaker’s FCNL – the Friends Committee on National Legislation. This citizen lobbying group in Washington DC, present well researched position papers on issues such as why War is not the Answer, the implementation of just solutions for native Americans, effective climate policies and so much more.
About 10% of Quakers are unprogrammed Quakers. That is to say – meetings are silent. There is no preacher. Those who feel so inspired can speak. Sometimes there are several “messages” and sometimes the meeting is a silent meditation. The experience of meditating together can greatly intensify the feeling of being part of that greater whole – the unified mind. The dear and brilliant human mind throughout time.
Later I wondered if Karen had been going to say You’re so in love with yourself – with the affectionate look one might give a ten year old.
Or perhaps she meant You’re so in love with spirit.
Or perhaps she meant You’re so in love with the world.
Nah true?! I might have said with a Jamaican twang – for all those are true.
When I was 28, I landed in Jamaica. I met Pun, a rastaman, who lived with his two daughters, in a one room wooden house on about 1/8 acre in the hills above the town of Lucea. The yard was a slope of hard, swept dirt, separated by vegetation and a gate from the rough track which descended from the winding road through Dias village. DIas consisted of a bar, a sundries store and some other casual window shops where owners would put out vegetables or what other supplies they had been able to get from the market. Sweetened condensed milk, and a golden yellow cheese were the kids favorite supply, but nothing could be relied upon. Locally grown greens, coconuts, bananas, ackee, spring onions, hot peppers and beans supplemented the “chinee rice” for most meals. Ital, cooked without salt, over a wood fire on the ground in the lean-to cook shack, and eaten from a gourd bowl, was memorably delicious.
When thunder rolled, Pun would say “Tell ‘em Jah Jah”. Pun would say, “Jah inna de waterfall” – when we visited beautiful wild Dunn’s River Falls before it was tamed with wooden walk ways, and tourist amenities. “Jah guide!” Pun would call as, I headed off for an adventure. “Give t’anks”, Pun would say in gratitude for every blessing.
One time our motorbike got a flat tire. “Give t’anks” , said Pun. “WHY ?” said I.” This is a pain”. He explained that we dont know what might have been waiting for us had we continued – maybe a truck drive into us, maybe a car taking a corner too wide wipe us out – give t’anks for every little t’ing. Everyt’ing always Iree.
Oh, with Pun, I gained a perspective that completely revivified the moribund Anglican faith I had deserted overnight after getting confirmed at age 13. My secret thoughts of being a nun vanished with first communion. There was nothing there.
“You are de living bible,” said Pun. “You know de trut’ in your heart’.”
“Burn Bible!” said Pun. “Word, sound and power!!”. He would have nothing to do with that book, tho he did not object to me reading it cover to cover. He knew the power of words to create and he believed in freedom.
Isaiah: “Surely God is in thee, there is none else.” God = Jah = O = cosmic egg of all potential, materialising and dematerialising here on earth.
God = Jah = 0
Rasta see Haile Selassi as Lion of Judah – the messiah. Anyone can see that if Haile Selassi is Jah, so am I and so are you.
In the teachings of Buddhism, I learned of non-duality. I see that I AM “god”. I am a little part of everything as the drop is ocean. I am Jesus – in this sense:
The likeness we bear to Jesus is more essential than our notions of him.
~ Lucretia Mott, Quaker. 1793-1880
I think ‘What would Jesus do?” is a great question and it is by this leading that I live.
Humans project our ideas of perfection on to some God figure of our own choosing, or some star, or some ideal notion of a human being. I believe with the atheists and humanists that humans have, what I call divine, potential. That together all our consciousnesses make up the divine godlike consciousness which is beyond our understanding. It has been here on earth since the beginning and is the cosmic “egg of all potential” which is eternal, outside of time, learning to know itself in the mind of human the destroyer; and wombman the creator. Male and female create we ourselves.
“There is something of God in every man, let us affirm it more certainly than ever, but surrounded as we are by millions of new-made graves and with the voices of the hungry and the dispossessed in our ears, let us not easily accept the impious hope that the natural goodness of ourselves is sufficient stuff out of which to fashion a better world.”
~ Gilbert H. Kilpack, 1914-1999
The above quote, returns me to humility. Evolutionarily, humans create their stories of gods and goddesses and these evolve. We need to evolve our story, to know it is a story which can only hint at a greater truth. That truth is coming to light in scientific discoveries – matter is energy, space is not empty, life is a miracle. We do not create matter. We are ( part of) life force – we do not create life. We can destroy ourselves. By destroying our ecological niche which is forever changed by the melting of the ice, we have set ourselves on a challenging course and we will need to tell ourselves a story of peaceful, joyful co-operation to survive. I see it everywhere I choose to look.
Believing is Seeing. I am 66. I listened to a Ted talk. The speaker asked, Do you want to win the lottery? My answer of course affirmative. The speaker asked, ”do you buy the ticket?”. My answer, “no”. She explained that our belief affects what we do. For the last 40 years, I have tried to write a book. She showed me why I was failing.
Barbara Marx Hubbard says, “What we focus on, we get more of – so focus on what works!!!”
I remain informed about politics, I vote in every election, and work for local candidates but I do not listen to the news of the current insanity which I am unable to affect. I listen to programs about new science, about inventions that ameliorate pollution, that create non-fossil power sources, that solve third world problems one village or one local issue at a time…
I see that humans are destroying nature’s bounties, overfishing the seas, maltreating food animals, cutting down the forests which are the planet’s lungs. I know the human population cannot double and survive the way we are living. I know there will be massive extinctions. I know my body will die.
“There is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so.” A gift of twentieth century science is the realisation of relativity. Which aspect of ourself is thinking?
In the 16th C, when there was a great overturning of accepted notions, and the global expansion of western thought and hegemony – paradox entered the picture. Western world view absolutely contradicted the first people’s world view. Paradoxically, both are correct within their own frame of reference. The cultural brilliance of the west goes along with an expansionist and exploitative methodology; the natural balance of the first people goes along with a stability that does not lead to a separation from nature and the invention of industrial mechanisation. And in the East, the strength of tradition stifles freedom such as is found in the West.
I believe in evolution. I celebrate evolution. Evolution creates what is new and not before seen. Breathe in and rejoice in being.
Chipmunk Screaming, is an art work of mine.
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.
– 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….
– 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.
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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
i am top quark and bottom quark
microcosm and macrocosm
i am a whole made of tiny particles
i am the tiny particle that knows
it is part of a collective whole
i tell myself this stuff and yet i dont listen to myself
i am mystic and rational
my rational mind denies my mystic experience
Humans are feminsasculin. Our minds are all alike in our receptive thoughts, experiences and feelings; our minds are all unique in our individually lived lives.
My female mind is one across humanity. It is the female experiencing receiving mind ( in two hemispheres of our brains).
Our male mind knows ego. It is unique and active in telling its story and taking actions. Each one of us develops this mind usually pretty firmly by the age of two.
In dio, in god, i.e. knowing all is one and loving it all, because it is oneself.
Indigenous mind; mind of eden planet; loving family, valuing children, respecting each person for their own particular life.
Black and white – polarities of indio/ human mind;
Insofar as we identify ourselves as black or white, with positive and negative connotations, we fail to recognise ourselves as Indio, the people. One with “god” ie nature and Earth our mother.
This old knowing of the indigenous peoples, is mocked as animism; church religion distorted and co-opted the teachings of the wise. Indios, when introduced to the idea of a loving father god at first accepted it because they knew the experience of living within the embrace of a loving parent. They too were abused. They were named indio, indigenous, aboriginal, by those of the culture which did the mocking and disparaging and denying of ancient knowing. I am a child of that culture. My rational mind is formed by that culture.
I am of an evolving culture which respects, studies and acclaims indio, indigenous, aboriginal, first people. I too am of this earth and a child of the most high – the sun. I have enough humility to say this, and enough piety to feel awe, and am growing enough self respect to see it through.
Now we who wish to claim our unity as tiny quarks cooperating within a greater whole, as humans in the web of life, rise up and speak. Logos! Word! We rhyme and blog. We are story tellers, artists.
We are working on becoming conscious to the tiniest quantum wiggle (i name it), and of ourselves as one with the stars, and as ME, hue-man wombman, persona universalis, huomo integralis in the middle.
Evolving here to prepare for the evolution of our niche, our nest,
death where is thy sting, you are the best.
We get to start again, to play our part again, in the evolving story
in which we know we are ever the glory of the evolving mind
striving to find how to integrate at a higher level
My how we recognise him !!!
He is myself; my ego. Please allow me to introduce myself.
All my former lives see through my eyes, all my dead are in my head.
All experience is in my head. “The differential elimination of neuronal connections gives rise to sensory experience.”
Now we know the brain is plastic, we can differentially restore neuronal connections and give rise to an experience of unity, ever greater, ever more successfully communicating with itself.
We are it. Imagination is its play, my lila, the story i tell myself in all its consensual and all its non consensual reality. When i allow myself to see more, to see the whole world as conscious and communicating with me, my visuals and my thoughts united, i see, for example, lightning in distant clouds creating images of electrical activity in a brain. Moon and i are one reflecting and adoring sun.
Stu the Jew devotedly and adoringly loves god who loves him back and thus this hugely hellish experience of human fallibility is given meaning – but only to Stu the Jew. The story evolved. Put “i” in the middle of Jesus and you get Je suis. I AM. Logos . The circle is complete, for those of us who, like Stu the Jew are into the magnificence of Logos pre Babel. That is – it is our delight to create meaning and find coincidences and synchronicities in language. To see the unity underlying all the individual stories and experiences, all the words and worlds.
My rational mind knows this is all blah blah blah and my female mind says,
oy veh! OK. You dont have to try it, but you cant deny it. Consensual, conventional rationality is the basis. We all start there.
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.
I sit meditatively holding the duck egg. It has two teeth marks in it, a bluish shadow is forming at one of the circular chipped areas. I guess a raccoon tried to get into it before i picked it up, where it lay below the tree, along with other broken eggs and feather down – the tragedy of a duck family that didnt happen.
I sit holding the egg, thinking about the duckling inside which did not get to live;
I am a god being, holding earth and its shell surround of atmosphere, thinking sadly of the potential that will not come to pass, because the ecological niche, the life inside is dying. I AM one with what is, microcosm mirroring macrocosm.
I commune with the potential duckling, I love the feel of the egg. Another artist friend kept an egg for two years; one day he noticed it vibrating gently, before trails of brown, orange and ochre ooze squeezed out of the shell without breaking it and dripped odorlessly down the outside. He still has it, this slow changing art work. The duckling inside has painted itself outside on the shell.
In the Mandlebrot fractal, the same pattern repeats though there are infinite variations in the repetition.
What will be the fate of Earth?. Earth and life co-arise. Life is inherent in Earth. Humanity will be woken up. We are waking up. We are awake. What art will our species create as we attempt to survive the death of our ecological niche.? In terms of geologic time, and evolutionary time, great temperature shifts happen rarely and we are in a time of unstoppable warming. Subsequently, there is the potential for a reglaciation also – all of it changes the ecological web of life of which we are part irrevocably. We will have to evolve. Or die.
Art and imagination first became humans as we became more than animal though still animal. Art and imagination will help us become wiser than homo sapiens, though still homo sapiens sapiens until we evolve into Persona Integralis. It is happening already. We are all part of the unified human species which knows itself to be one with this Earth and will learn again how to commune with the whole and with each other. Birth can be painful, and often perilous. Not all seeds survive.
My egg will not hatch, but Earth’s human fate is not yet decided.