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Ands

Breathing is what I am doing.
this mind is a handful.

Breathing
is what
awareness loves.

thunder continues to grumble through the roof via my open door
outside my world is wetted with rain.

I AM
here
again. Ever new. and you?

This mind is breathing
Awareness
of what is and
Awareness
of more than consensual reality.

Awareness of thoughts that arise independently, non-volitionally, goeswith awareness of breath.
Concepts  think with me, through me  by me. God/dess, alien, higher self, nonhuman life;
Sun and Earth as living entities of whom the current moment is offspring..

Breathing
is what
awareness loves.

the wine cup cedes one more drop, the tea is only warm now.

I AM

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I am Logos ( the Word), and love of Logos ( cf Jewish mysticism, the numerological significance of every letter.)  Hallelujah. I am this current moment now – my part of its totality – as my hand is part of my body – named separated but dead if not part of  my totality.

What is existed before humans named and delimited it, .seeing ourselves as different from the whole – which we are and yet we are inseparably connected to all Earth’s being.   Separation is a linguistic creation, caused by words which imply absolute boundaries. God  and Human co-arise. Humans are the current stage of God’s self reflective awareness. Humans are evolutionarily offspring of Big Bang and life’s process. SunRa gives all life. Sun’s energy transforms into life on Earth.

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Three Personed God/dess

THREE PERSONED GOD/DESS.

Recently returned from Kiwiland, New Zealand, my homeland.

NZ has  elected a young woman Prime Minister, and other young people . While I was there, two cyclones battered the coast and removed linear acres of land, leaving steps down to the sea marooned, being steps to nowhere as the coastline receded overnight. Cyclones have not reached NZ before this year.

I love to learn of traditional ways of thinking. The following is my interpretation of the three personed god/dess concept with the addition of Maori ideas. This is “popular science”. I  have not done university scholarship in philosophy.

Maori – the indigenous people of New Zealand – name three parts of a life identity : Mauri, Wairua, and Tinana . These apply to all life forms including land. peoples, animals etc

  • Wairua – Spirit.
  • Mauri – Soul
  • Tinana – Body,

WAIRUA is one in all Life, One Life (spirit) in all Earth (Gaia); Life Force, Breath

MAURI is Individual Soul across the aeons. That soul which is our own “quale” or special quality. We have a unique expression of it, but many individuals across time and in our time share this soul quality. This “Mauri” is like a blue print from which many houses can be made – hence “My … house has many mansions.” *

SO Mauri – that spirit which animated us before we were born. Interestingly, for Maori the WairuaMauri becomes Tinana, a being distinct from it’s mother’s flesh, when eyes form in the foetus. This is at about 25 weeks. At about 25 weeks, baby’s first kick is felt in  mother’s womb, which is when  the soul enters the body, in Jewish tradition. ( 2nd  children may kick earlier) .

TINANA is Body, Persona, Mask, Ego
Chacun de Nous. Our individual sense of self.
For some people,  Wairua and Mauri, Soul and Spirit , are to remain ineffable if not irrelevant.  The material concept is primary..
For others the three personed God/dess is experienced. It is a fact for us. No thing but still real.

Our experienced reality shares more, or less, in common with others. The more we open to the common experience the more we experience this duality, the comprehension of Humanity from a Spirit perspective. NO THING is indeed ineffable, silence is indeed golden, but I love to think and write about it!

The Dali Lama says critical thinking is a meditation.** Of course that is not critical as in criticising but critical as in discernment of universal truth. Irrelevant concept to some, to me, essential for peace  in our times.

Kia Kaha, Be Brave. Love to all. Libi Jadahari Mitch Woopee…

*My father’s house has many mansions – words attributed to “Jesus” . The ineffable is known by Maori as IO, that which is before time began, is now and ever shall be, that which is NO THING; a “think” maybe, a human attempt to name that whose centre is everywhere, and whose circumference cannot be measured. The ineffable. That from which there can be no separation ie this. The tao which can be spoken is not the original tao . etc .

19thC  anthropologists scornfully thought Maori had no concept of God because when they tried to discover the word for god in Maori language, all their definitions of god , great FATHER etc , did not speak of IO to Maori. Maori , first people,concept had not yet been reached by “second” people. We who are “third” or third wave people, integrate all traditions.

**Interviewer: What’s the most important meditation we can do now?   Dalai Lama: Critical thinking, followed by action. Discern what your world is. Know the plot, the scenario of this human drama. And then figure out where your talents might fit in to make a better world. — Dalai Lama.

I love to harmonise human traditions and perspectives. I believe we have one source and are one spirit.

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.

Logos: Pre-text, text, post text. Word!

An essential point of agreement – the obscenity of wealth distribution. Some of the wealthy are waking to their responsibility to others and enjoying their good works… its a start. The system is set up for some to have so very much more while others have desperately not enough, and nature is shafted; waste a way of life – we either change this, and have a better hope of ourselves and our next generations living in some sort of modern comfort , or we let it all wash away, be blown away, .. let nature take care of the blight selfishness is. We are one life force around the planet, one web of life. Those who cannot live with this as a guiding principle, cut themselves off from life. That will result and is resulting in their destruction. I live in the joyful knowledge of life in me – I regret that humanity might be wiped out by nature before our natural evolution – but that is what keeps me alive – the desire for humanity to live our full natural potential as celebrants of life’s wonder. I know you love so much of nature around you;  we just regret together that we are part of the human problem. Greetings friend reader.

The image is an exercise – take lined paper make three columns. Write words of significance in any order, randomly in all of the spaces. Allow your mind to jump from one word to another, writing as you go. Whenever you reach a pause in the flow, change the type of word – philosophical, topics of interest, important people – whatever.

Closing your eyes, touch the paper and record the word. Repeat two times.

Now you have three words.  Let a riff of thought follow and connect these words. I want to explain mine then record the word flow that resulted. I believe that Logos – word – is “god” . i.e. the human mind names and creates its world. The stories we tell ourselves create our life.

Mariette, my beloved friend,  aged eighty something, was killed by a car,  returning from  an evening lecture, walking from the bus stop to her home. She was a wonderful alive person and her faith in her Jesus was intense and personal.

Richard, my man, is deeply affronted by religion which he sees as causing much of the trouble in the world. It has been inflicted upon him by persons he could not avoid, including me. I want to show him the religious story I tell myself is not the one he cannot stand. I cannot stand the old man in the sky as anything other than a heuristic ( teaching device which simplifies complex concepts) either.

I think WWJD – what would the putative Jesus do – is a great question and i attempt to live my life by it. That is to do as the Quakers do – look for that of light in each person. Judge not that I be not judged. Love one another. Value and work for Peace. See myself as one tiny part of my concept of the divine – for me that is Life Force.

The words I happened to touch upon were Ego, Mariette, Jesu.  This is my word flow.

Mariette – dead, Jesu – dead. Ego – death to egoic blinders.

One and the same LIFE. Now they have my eyes, my hands, my thoughts. I commune with them and they with me. I imagine. I mage [magician]. I create. I story. My story – mystery unveiled. Weep and wail, gnash teefies. The dis-integration is frustrating. I know it. I live it. [ that we are one life force, one conscious biosphere, here from the beginning and here after humans evolve or die out, divine ]. The world I grew up in does not believe it. Cognitive dissonance. Headache.

I stand in my truth     with the sad heart of Ruth     in tears amid the alien corn,       I choose to be born again    as one and the same      with Him=my ideals.      My dreams, my childish screams     as they took away my right to play in the fields of the Lord   in the joy of the word…

THEY DID NOT  [ my dead in my head reject that blaming]

They just said grow up! Be Yourself! Know that what you know and are and see and feel    is your reveal for YOU     its true for You.     Dont make yourself blue     that you cannot prove this true.      Truth needs no defense,   it will out in the end.

Trees are alive, trees are my friend. My love there, solid and strong, frail enough in their own way, but singing my song. We are one. I AM one. I am fun…..[ doubtful sometimes]

My Richard is tall and strong like a tree, and I like a  squirrel unable to be as he    MUST see how his way is true for him – he is the balance of me, let him be, let him be !   See solidarity with those who feel free.  In time life’s unity will be seen again, we will befriend nature and others and learn how to groove    how to move   tall and strong like the tree that lets others be and does its own work, doesnt shirk, not a jerk.  Sees and believes in itself if I may, say so and so say.

SO what is MY work?  It is this ! It is bliss. It is logos expressing Joy in my song. It is Logos regressing. It’s taking to long    to go nowhere. NOW HERE !

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I record this rubbish and post it as a blog because I want to encourage others who feel cognitive dissonance between what they were taught and what they feel,  who still feel that they have not really got on with what their life is meant to be, to trust their feeling of what they are meant to be doing. And its NOT about money.  Writing feels like life blood to me. I can hear the wiser voices saying, “Sure, but dont give up your day job.”

Comments welcome;

my website  http://www.elizabethmitchellstudio.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

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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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.