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What we know humans could be, what we know we are, how wonderful it is to have such a world, to be oneself and not find it impossible to conceive of being a unified being in such company,,,,

our integration finding its way
our experience present also in THIS moment

on our death bed i believe we might rehearse 144 thousand peopled names, and  lived experiences, until in the death throes of an ecological organism environment a new totality never before experienced in exactly this way, is born.

its life pendant from and feeding this life.
may the circle be unbroken, by and by Lorde ( young women musician) by and by,
there’s a fitter home untaken where we fry lord, here we fry.
Fri
free
fly
me
see
nonsense
nunsense mon sense
idiot
see
i c u
dont give a damn. next stop is Vietnam. Paradiso Inferno
Futile or Future?  phhut !
Out out brief candle….
 I Am Logos – the stories we tell ourselves create our life… tell tale told old
the old have the immortality of now
the young have the immortality of time

Little imprisoned dog’s howls harrow the dark night which flows thru the open window. It’s daily howling persistent sorrow in the neighbor’s house – representative of Psyche bound; before she remembered to dance with reality – pup is quiet now. Its agony reciprocated, soothed. We too are bound. We too can escape into Psyche’s domain.

Be archetypical. I am interested.

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Quagan Exegesis

To begin, I AM cosmic egg of All Potential.
I AM my soul animist, animating all life.
I AM Hunter Gather and become Story Teller, polytheist.
I am humanly divine, with foibles and jealousies, loves and struggles. Hindu and Greek gods and goddesses exemplify me.
Some humans heap up resources, others have less.
In this time of Agrarian Pastoralists, I invent writing. Just as new inventions are stimulated by the military’s needs, writing was stimulated by the needs of those who taxed the production of others.
Monotheistic humans create a story of a separate God, I AM a feature in it, It is Torah, Bible, and Koran.Always, I am artist, inventor, visionary. Always the practical application of an idea can go well as well as ill.
I AM GOoDEVIL. I am Lib, and You.

Writing came with separation. Those who forget we are in this together, exploit others; neck and neck with us in our effort to create a just system.

Self reflection resulted in Homo Sapiens Sapiens. Wise and also self satisfied and conceited. The man who knows he knows and thinks he is the only one who does. Ecce Homo. Jesus . Godman. ? Good man? Much evil done in that name.

Now I AM the universal possibility which exists in the Cosmic Egg of All Potential which I AM, for everyone to be Jesus before Jesus was “Jesus”, i.e. strung up by an oppressive class who didn’t like how his following was growing among those they taxed. “He” is said to have said,
“Render unto Caesar’s what is Caesar’s” . Hmmm, perhaps he knew the people would start to say, “Wait!!we earned this with the sweat of our brow. We’re keeping it local.” No wonder they offed him!.

I am all this. I am the not-separate Godconcept expressing human awareness of its own divine mind. Limited and partial because human, but nevertheless part of mine. As are we all. I love my toes but I am not only my toes.
Humans are aware of being human, and some do not concede a jot to spirit, but must concede that we are life, living.
I AM life force. I AM everywhere, nowhere and here Now.

Alive and Dead, the story in our head. From first breath to death in this skin.
I AM in each human part of me.
I AM eternal – outside of time, immaterial, spiritbreath. The breath which animates the “clay.” i.e. life in matter.
I AM not only Life force, but also,  I AM Lib writing this.

Our parents, which art in memory in our heads
Hallowed be thy names.
Thy dreams for us come
Let our will be an EarthEden restored to awareness of the unity of Life.
May we have, this day, enough to share,
And know we are forgiven exactly as we forgive.
For thine, PapaMama, Sunmoon,  am I –  kingdom,  power and glory, such as they are.
Thine, Death, the perfection of the story.
“O Death, where is thy sting.?”

“Ascension without Dying”. ( N. Sawaya)
“Jesus” take wing in me.
Eternal mind, outside of time, I set myself free.

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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

In My Head..

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…..

 

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You’re so in Love…

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.
(https://www.fcnl.org/about/policy/issues)

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.

 

Jamaica

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.

 

 

Confirmation Bias.

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.

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Chipmunk Screaming, is an art work of mine.

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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.

On Death and Living : Joy and Sorrow

This past weekend my friend, Judy Dvorak, died. Yes, she is one of “US” . We are all mortal. We all get intimations of mortality. Judy knew this very well. We can only live because this is all we got!!! and what we got is a lot – it is everything in the present moment.
 
Last night i had a dream vision. I saw a whole lot of tiny owl images like in the tail of a peacock like each one was both a human, an owl, a peacock’s eye. There was a little boy, a woman – emissaries from Venus, there was a table and later a room, and i was telling people what i saw – they werent interested except two people i do not know, I woke singing and remembering Judy, who shared my dream.
 
Last night my dream showed me this- Judy went through Venus. That is the Black Hole aka Death. She is like a skin cell on a large body of which Venus is part of the skin. Now she is In.
Is this earth the Heart or another part i dont know. But i woke this morning singing, Judy Judy Judy, as i have sung to her in this life. She makes me happy because she “is happy” now – in my head, where my dead are undead. She is the eye in the peacock wing, i am too, and so are you. We are part of a greater wHole. Her physical presence will be greatly missed. Her trace is sweet memory.
 
We still have to deal with the crap. in other cultures there is and was crap – like freezing weather and broken bones – humans try to fix it – its just we dont see ourselves as part of a whole so we crap on everything else. That is the increasing crap of culture which prioritizes humans over nature, men over women etc. .
 
When I used to think of a difficult former boyfriend – now dead, and in my head – there were reservoirs of not such great feeling. Those have all dried up. Now he is one of my happy pantheon of dead in my head. When i think of them I am happy, knowing that my memory of them keeps them “alive” – gives them so to speak a window to what is happening on this earth… they are but trace, like cigar smoke.
Their Totality as a cigar with a burning end which went out and the last smoke faded away – Includes Us.
 
As we die, we long for everyone to live happily today because dying goes along with living. And we return to tell it to life.
 
 
 
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