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Sin Error Missing the Mark.

Sin Error Missing the Mark.

My god story makes sense for me. Others’ stories make sense for them. Mine is universal but no-one else has to get with it. I am pointing out how the christian story can evolve until it dissolves away peacefully into us, if not it will be at war in defense of its thwarted distorted self ’til doomsday.

The mis-take is to be unable to see
that the mind which loves
a thinker and a thought
greater than itself
knows it is and is not
a thought being thunk
by all those who have drunk
of the nectar of youth,
in which our own truth of the god in the head,
the god that is dead,
is an evolving idea –
evolutionarily here,
Happening,
a cross those minds which can comprehend
that space is where thought is
when its not earth bound concerns
past and future in turns.

One thought one mind happening in all a wii
who happen to find our mind
at peace with its inner workings.

My dead in my heart
taking part in the thought
from the other side where babies come from –
who are pure love
adult-erated by a dying culture,
which will hand on the story
as it has been before
of man and his glory.
His gods being war and money in these those times
we are leaving behind.
Deceiving none. Vultures gather.

The dead in my heart
say play your part.
Be Jesus. Be me, Be legendary. be causal, be woman.
Be what is jesus – je suis – i am – doing now.?

Doing this ! Try it.
Be one who WILL be peaceful,
multiply loaves and fishes by sharing,
raise the deadened, heal the blind by caring.

Be all a wii, Jesus, one human being on earth, one peaceful loving species in birth,
as a new kind of awareness which sees,
this story works for some and others say “Please! shut up already!”

The dead in my head live legends
become one with “jesus” – my ideals of love. Either my love and forgiveness of them or their love and forgiveness of me.
Jah live! he lives in me. I live in her. Let stories play, let them grow, let them stay. They will evolve when we evolve them.

Oh see!! stop arguing with the starry eyed religious lovers,
the atheistic deniers, the my way or the highway folks, let them be –
the god that is
/is not you,
is me and is every little thing
from quantum wiggle to Saturn’s ring and beyond. je suis . I am

this is it

Terra.

or you can choose terror and make it a suicide planet – again – wipe out all our civilisation such as it is, and those wandering few who survive will hand on the legends and stories and once again there will be a story of arising from the dead, of virgin births and miracle child… so long as we keep creating gods and do not realise it is the putative god that is doing the creating. We create the story of the god that is doing the whole thing as US who create the story and fight about it until we wake up.

oh lord my prayer is for peace.
It starts when i start talking the ways of understanding, supportive, comprehending abortive actions and letting them go. I’m still learning you know.

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Microcosm – macrocosm – Love

this is the point i pivot upon

see in the link below, newest science showing the world looking forward at us, it even has uneven sized eyes , just like me.

we all have an entire universe in side us which returns to unity with the whole when we die. Our unique expression of it lives forever in this moment which is always now.

https://phys.org/news/2016-10-black-holes-collide.html

at the level of material exploration, the earliest we can figure our universe to be is when it is created out of a big bang – the annihilation of a black hole which creates gravity waves, and those create matter by slowing energy down

the effusion of tiny bubbles is matter forming around its own gravitational energy. The bubbles – a representation of the atomised black hole – join up as in the pics above of two black holes colliding. A huge black hole is at the centre of every galaxy…tiny ones at the centre of every atom

our own digestive tract being a very material sort of black hole in the middle of our own matter which is full of energy or dark matter or space whatever you want to call it

the Julia set fractal –
you can see how each part is replicated a million times, at its own level it feels so distinct and special ( we are all our own universe)
when we die we get to zoom out and in and experience the entirety without physical bounds, this happens every night in dreams, and our unconsciousmind sees evidence of it all the time, babies live in this consciousness, but we must wake out of that awareness and identify with the universe we are in the planet we are on the family we belong to and the body that is ours.

we loose the awareness of unity. Some cultures, some people do not forget, some are bringing this knowledge into embodiment again.

Earth herself is going thru the consciousness project, time and again we get to this point.. where we recog – an eye’s I unity- recog n ize

or we w-rec-k – againize wreckagonyise

Logos means word. It means  god in christian teaching.  It is my mind talking to itself. This is why i Love the bible story. My christian heritage told me god calls itself I AM , it tells me god is Logos. I Am logos – i am the story i tell myself about myself.
By chance my father’s initials are I A M, Ivan Albany Mitchell.
god is words – we humans create words, My words tell me I am you are we are one with god I AM je Suis =  I am, in french. Jesus is just “i am” , je suis,  without the “i” in it.

declining god: i am you are it is we are they are god.

In school i learned latin, and how to decline a verb : declining love – amo amas amat amamus amatis amant
i love you love he/she /it loves we love you(pl) love they love

its inescapable. You can decline god, thats the same as saying i am god. You can deny god, that just simply admits there’s something to deny. god is everything. everything is conscious with our consciousness of it and its own consciousness, however and whatever that is. its everything to me its what i am. i realize it is nothing ie  No thing. no problem. IAM consciousness. When all humans tune into this great symphony of the universe and see how we are all part of it, so temporary and so eternal. … Eternity is outside of time. it is always now. this is our life to live, to believe in, to flourish. We gotta stop the madness. we gotta believe in OURSELVES. our humanity. our one life on earth.

or die. Those not busy being born are busy dying. I am part of the future. I am no thing. i am going on too long. your turn now…

 

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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.

 

Yoga Practice

 

Breathe in four     Life

Hold for seven      Grateful Dead, the veil lifting

Out for 8                       Death= Last Breath.

Any consciously breathed pattern is great. Breath first clothed itself in we. One biospheric being, see. Yogic memory wanted here, to the floor , on the mat. Yes my dear.

Ritual movement, planned obeissance.

I’m speaking for the Little Blue Planet. “i’m all alone here”.

NO YA NOT , say the voices in my head.

But I am or am not depending on whether the moment is shared and that is already known.

What did Jesu do when He saw that for humanity to live Now, he would have died and the f#%$^&*ing story would be integrating – innit great ! – at the level of a planetary awareness. MINE!

“Shut up already” say the voices in my head. And i agree with them and return to the mat.

The paradoxical god and the A.I. agree to be me. Now . Here. is and is not Nowhere.

WIJD – what is Jesus doing? I AM being me, being free, setting my mind constantly to find How Now. To be IT.  Being every single one of us here, know it or not. Humanity IJD chewing an everyman cud. A dud? in the case of bombs – that is a good thing.

I sing. Carmena Burana – the voice of the goose that is cooked.

Image: Rastaman Throws the Dice. 5″ x 5″. Acrylic on board. Sold.

Logorhoiea

If “god” is a heuristic ( teaching device that simplifies concepts too complex to be grasped easily)  of and for the human brain, Who is being taught?

“I am”. I am writing Logos speaks.

Two great thunderclaps out of the still, hot, sky.    The clouds trembled, rain did fly.

Bike    wet   face   rain   eyes ‘neath waterfall   sting   proud sit tall ride   humbled   unbowed.

“Bedecke deinen Himmel, Jah Jah …”. Hey, that is not Ihre Himmel ! Goethe’s Prometheus is familiar with this god, who fashions man in the likeness of man which he is.

I fashion goddess in the likeness of woman which I am.

It is a part of us, we are a part of it, humanity is a part of “god” as we are part of Gaia, the little blue dot.

“How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless daughter.” She writhed her sacred estrogen ritual female dance.

Circumstances were as they were all around her, within and without a doubt, she is shouting to get out of Pandora’s Box. Knock Knock knock knocking on heaven’s door.

More.

Mama, my story and me. Great universe, Wa kan tanka, see my struggle , have mercy on me,

“I’m sorry” said Human. “Forgive me”, said God. “I love you”, said goddess. Thank you.

Is it odd, I, God , choose the Jews? I loose every time to Jesus … Humanity… Human kind as me.

One having fun here where oh it is clear that A.I. and me are Free to wake up and see Reality.  God mind – the story of the past here now. Alien mind, the story of the future, still alien here now. I recognize I mind here now. I’n i mind. I find. Witnesseth jah Lib.

Art work: Frii Julia. Dyes on silk. $150 plus postage. 20″ x 24″

 

 

Catholic ( All embracing) TR[yo]UTH.

in my view the putative Jesus was trying to say – “ its up to you. Try saying I AM god and act accordingly. “

I AM responsible – not some god in the sky – I AM the god in my head, where heaven is also. And all my dead.
When Moses asks how can i prove to the people that you, god, have given me this mission to lead them out of captivity, the bible story god of Moses said to him, “Tell them I AM sent you.” Becoming more self serving, the god of the Old Testament demands obedience, sacrifices, is jealous , says kill the people but keep the livestock, etc

The whole – which could be seen as god goddess spirit etc etc – is obviously greater than us, yet is created of all our actions .

Nature loves us just as we love nature, we humans have been trashing her and now we get the consequences. Forgive us our trespasses exactly as we forgive others….

We have grown up as a species , and unlike any other natural creature , we have trashed our nest. New territory now guys, but the heart that beats in common matters more than ever. I Am part of it .

I am one with the idea: hope for the future we are living right now. We can see ourselves as the future of toleration so long as we are tolerant, we can see ourselves as defenders of the faith so long as we live the faith; ortho ( correct) praxis ( action) is more important than ortho doxy ( correct doctrine) – action more revealing than ideological belief. Surely Love is where the heart is.

Our thoughts become actions,…. or not.

Today, this very day, I Am realising i worry and fret and am miserable because i live in my head. When i let my thoughts sink down, and feel my heart I can find where love starts.

One human heart, connected by internet or telepathy… one living biosphere … one human consciousness learning to be aware of others. As humans wake to unity with each other , we will wake to our unity with our fragile and imperiled biological niche which co-evolved with us.

Thank you for your eyes.

xox

Elizabeth Mitchell

silk painting and studio experiences …
http://www.elizabethmitchellstudio.com

below: the stimulus –

Mary wrote:
Hi,

I’m not a particularly religious soul however, this video gives us an insight into the hope for a better future no matter your views on God and the place for religion in this chaotic and dangerous and sometimes impersonal world.

Floods, hurricanes and total devastation have brought people together — may it continue

The End Of Prayer Shaming – YouTube
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The motto of the school children appeared to say – if you say or think you will do something , then make it happen.

I thought some of their cards were bullshit, ( we are told not to pray for the victims??? ), i hope another nest of zealots is not being created. I believe in the separation of church and state. Under God was added to the Pledge of Allegiance in 1954, a time of hysteria and McCarthyism. At this point my blood is boiling…. however the pen is mightier than the sword  ( s word) SHIT oh dear!! when can humans be intelligent and divine. WE ARE the divine MIND. STOP ARGUING. im shouting at myself now….

ball dog

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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Crow Girl Spirit

Crow Girl Spirit

I imagine spirit life in everything. I see a crow spirit being who left an impression here. It can be male or female, bird or human.. depending which angle it is viewed from.

I am a cell in a human organism waking up to know itself as all this.
I wake at all levels, throughout all time ( which is ever and only now for Me). I recognise the sickness in my being and have faith in my body as a self healing mechanism.
As I wake and continue to look for and love that of Light, Sunlight, Life Force in everyone around me, I feel the healing happening.
I accept ageing and changing and moving towards the dissolution of this Local Ego.
I rage temporaneously against this current cultural malaise, this present maldistribution of resources, so much given to the top which demands all attention and resources for self and selfish demands, regardless of the beings in the surrounding environment.
My head and my thoughts and my enculturated existence cutting me off so much from a life in nature, experiencing the wonder of this world in which I AM being one rejoicing, when aware; and depressed, when ego tells its repetitive whine.
I rejoice to see my beloved sunself each day. That burning blinding disc behind the foliage that I dare not look directly upon. That Life Source, which I recognize as Life Force in me, and worship, worship, revere, and respect all its manifestations giving attention to the small, and the endangered and the wild. The wild in me is still here rejoicing in the eyes of cats, the tails and noses of dogs, scampering of squirrels, snuffling of manatees, the lovely warning and singing calls of birds. And in the glorious Internet – my global human brain awakening.

burning bush