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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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Duality

Analemmic Box, My life from the POV of the witness, eternal, outside of time, here, NOW.

Loop de loops, analemmas, moment’s movements described.

Illusorily closed “e”s in a scripted looping scrawl,

in fact continuous, one and all.

We’ve been to singularity and some of us are “saved” ,

you’ll only know it if you accept you are engraved

on the moving finger’s wall of Plato’s cave.

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the moving finger writes and having writ moves on — fate, life, history, literate concepts

Plato’s cave – we see the shadows and think we are seeing life, the shadows are cast by another reality outside of where we are, but we can turn from illusion and go out into that brighter life.

Singularity – could be death, we have been here before , we are always here.

I see the figure 8, analemma which describes the regular movement of the sun, as an analogy for our life. Each circle seems closed in a 2 dimensional representation, in fact the looping movement is continuous, like a row of ‘ee’s in script, each one seeming closed on the page, but if transferred into three dimensions, they become part of a gyre. Each life seems complete but its separateness is an illusion.

It seems to to be a single life, a point, on a line of history. in fact the line describes a gyre, a spiral, we come around again and again to this point, it is the same us in different clothes, a different body , a different life, a different era. The one electron, holographically occurring throughout time and space. It is a time- action continuum. We become more and more aware, of how we are always here, before humans were and after humans are gone, we are the life force, we are one.

Little Blue planet says “im all alone here” – and it is….

not.

Humans are earth’s human consciousness. We are here to know and admire and love her beauty which provides for us. We are part of her. We grieve and almost die of sorrow for the madness which we cannot seem to escape. “there is something wrong with the water… why is our country embroiled in foreign wars …. why is the emperor insane”  – Once i lived in ancient Rome, an empire on the verge of collapse. For me , Now,  it is always the end time, and yet I can see that the end must come. I know I have done this trip before, that which knows does not die with me, Lib. I live with it and in it. I am it. Learning how to be this awareness in THIS time with these new parameters – so much more knowledge of inner and outer material dimensions. The knowledge of spirit suppressed and embattled, mocked, reviled and put to scorn. Why do I not stand in my truth – I’m learning to do that. Material science at the quantum level and at the extra terrestrial level is learning the relativity of its truth.

WIJD – what is Jesus doing? I am Jesus ( get it?) I am attempting to express that death is an illusion. Arms outstretched, saying , come people, love one another, why all the fighting, lets work to make life fair for all. I am seeing my physical death coming inevitably. It is said our culture  tries to escape it by accepting the devil’s bargain – money money money – spending our way out of awareness, shutting away old people and their wisdom, families living separate lives, no awareness of the family feeling animals have for their young, and the rights animals have to a decent life etc etc  Those of us who see the madness, suffer; we suffer like little children who are helpless to fix the whole system so we play at our own games… religion is one of those games… philosophy no doubt another…

They saw him with his arms outstretched welcoming all, like the statue in Rio; they saw how the people were waking up to their power and their solidarity,  and they said “huh, we can twist that message into unrecognisability ” , and they strung him up on the cross … so the story goes.

 

My eyes see hidden levels..

My eyes see hidden levels,
communicative life in leaves and litter.
They’re not hidden to me.
Sometimes i draw them in
comprehensible
to those who see

 

a mind out there that groks –
the one IN here.
Universe is the boundary
of my non material skull.
I am inside and outside my brain.

My reality is real to me,
but conceptual to thee, rational mind.
You are less than I could be.
I am God stuff
– part of that which is greater than me.

Dang, this house of mirrors loves itself.
Spiritual devotion to the duty of spiritual devotion,
hilariously circuitous
always ends up here in reality,
where reality is limited to the skull
and the skull contains thinking matter,
and thinking matter can think of ALL Potential
which is it’s Life,
then this life time is prehuman potential intelligence, human intelligence and post human life.

Im always at this same place. ALWAYS.

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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

Quaker Meditation

Quaker Meditation

I enter the silence of the meeting. I sit with my finger tips touching and my back straight in good eastern cross legged position.
I focus on the Inner Space. With my eyes closed i feel as tho the space behind my eyeballs is one with that in which all the others present also exist.
The space outside my eyeballs and the space inside my eyeballs are the same space, shaped by the material presence of me and others. The inside is unified, the outside is an experience of separate identity.
Look up into a tree. It shapes the space which is and is not the same space within the branches and beyond the branches.
I focus on the ball of space created between my hands. It has a separate identity from the rest of the space and yet is the same space.
I feel the presence of the greater space surrounding me, the meeting house, the city , world, universe. Always my mind experiences boundaries which both contain and divide.
This paradox applies to time also.
The present moment contains distant past and far future. In the past I was not but space was. In the past humanity was not but space was. In the future I will not be, but this space i experience will be the same as now. In the future humanity will know itself to be more than physical and/or it will have ceased to exist.
All material forms cease to exist. Space is energy, Inner Chi, consciousness – wordless, quiet experience of being. Joy, bliss and radical acceptance.
The meeting is over and we become ourselves with little lives to live. I am glad to experience the peace which is possible.dove

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.

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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