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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.

 

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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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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.

chipmunk screaming

Chipmunk Screaming, is an art work of mine.

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