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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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…
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.
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.
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.
“ the moving finger writes, and having writ moves on.” (Omar Khayam)
what if the darkness descends, the bombs fall – it has been written
what if the weather destroys – it has been written
what if the sicknesses come – it has been written
what if the humans survive – it has been written
what if what i know is true: we do not die, our bodies are temporary bone houses for our soul and soul is the same as life force, spirit, breath. Inspiration.
what if i am a wise woman with a story to tell, a way of life to offer, a way to be happy and make sense of the calamities.
what if our soul was one soul, that this one soul is experiencing itself in matter, that this one soul evolved the human mind in order to experience itself in matter.
what if this one soul is eternal and therefore outside of time.
What if soul, slowed down and materialised, is all earth beings.
Time – which is relative to earth beings, is a creation of the earth beings. For this one soul all time is now.
what if time is moebius circular always passing through areas of the same one stillness NOW,
what if that One Soul is all time, all space, all history, all herstory, experiencing itself as this,
that we are new iterations of one soul materialised, slowed down;
that matter is its material form and life is one spirit clothed in matter.
What if I knew this – then what?
What if i knew that I Am ever here?
what if i knew that I am who I am as part of ONE SOUL
(“it’s all you, but it’s not all about you”. Pateh Parsons)
what if i knew that in every era I AM here, in every country I AM here, in every part of time space continuum – the rest of me is there in every country every era, every person.
What if i knew that we are one being, like my hands so different from my feet are one being.
What if I AM yoga, increasing awareness of connection between inner and outer, top and bottom, gross and immaterial?
What if, in doing yoga, i live my truth, and strengthen my awareness of this truth.
this knowing that all matter is information; that information is smeared on the walls of the black hole, that it is always and ever connected because it emerges from one starting point – the cosmic egg of all potential – that which is unmaterialised.
We are held here in connection with earth by gravity and the constant interchange of particles.
what if there is sentience in all, and humans are sentience aware of itself.
Then yoga is good and full.