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the Voices of Water

My mind is in a constant stream of consciousness with many voices . I begin to identify them and feel that they are consciousness itself in all its many  iterations.
I am this current assemblage of experience and input. Here is my output today.
The Voices Of Water
I am.
Water is consciousness.
Matter is conscious
Sun gives life.
Matter and water co-create.
Eternal trinity outside of time what is I AM.
Death is inevitable.
Each life force experiences the “7 years of famine and the 7 years of plenty”.
My life in my “luxury” and my art studio is the culmination and the Paradise of so many previous iterations of my essential life force. How the maid who boiled and carried the water, the woman who chopped the wood for husband and children’s bath before hers,  love to bathe in the tub. How the artistic person, whose gifts lay unexplored because living required endless labor, delights in my studio.  Western culture either does not recognise the indestructible life force or calls it soul. This essential life force or human soul is recognised by Maori who refer to it as Mauri.. Wairua is the designation of the individual soul. Life force itself – flowing in so many channels, is One. I O. Io – supreme beingNonbeing. One Zero.
In this moment many are experiencing the years of famine in which nature’s glory may be more obvious as they live lives more connected to Earth and less sheltered.
May gifts of kindness and food, shelter and hope be theirs more and more, so they may have happiness, if not yet plenty.
Many are experiencing the years of plenty.
Our lack of awareness makes no difference and all the difference to the trajectory of life.
Humanity is moving to awareness of unity. Our species has experienced  times of scarcity when we live closer to Earth, and times of plenty, when we harness and master energy. The Holocene pleasant stable temperatures gave us a taste of Paradise.  Having kicked ourselves out of Paradise and into the Anthropocene,  our species is  now heading for the times of scarcity, “when they shall long for death” .
Those of us who see this, and are unable to communicate it effectively;
those of us for whom the  reveal of life’s meaning or purpose  is unable to stabilize, also “long for death”.
For me, the Hope switch in my brain is constantly returned to the On position, by the Consolations of Philosophy. My joy comes from the Hope that i could share how i see the world. So i do.
My dead are in my head in a constant dialogue. I call them the voices of water. Water is consciousness. Ibi, goddess.  Matter, the time and space congealment of energy, is conscious. Sun Ra gives life. Water and matter co-create with that life. The eternal trinity is now and ever shall be.
So many dead, and so many by their own hand. Suicide species! In the consciousness of water, and sunshine, Water is life, Sun gives life. If only I could shine the light into the darkness of meaninglessness and pain.
For me, the voices in my head  are the beings now dead who share my life and some of them can speak. Love!  is the instruction.  “Love thy neighbor as thyself ” – and how we moderns hate ourselves! My dead are already with me and I am already with them. This is Paradise, but it can be hell to live here.
Elizabeth E Mitchell
Silk Painting and Studio Experiences.

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A letter I wrote.

To the curator at Wellington Museum.

Dear Sir/ Madam
Thank you for the excellent exhibition of two Maori legends in the te Hau exhibition.

The story of the two Taniwha locked in a confined space – one breaking through, dividing the land and the water then disappearing, and the other forming the land with its body – represent a thrilling version of the creation story. THIS story includes an initial duality: Spirit and Matter one might say. In scientific terms, the confined space is potential energy ( I call it the Cosmic Egg of All Potential). The first Taniwha represents the Big Bang, the emergence of matter out of potential, the slowing down and materialisation of energy (or spirit). And the second Taniwha represents the world, that which is materially evident.

I search for the truth in all religions and I find it represented here. I thank you for this valuable presentation of Maori wisdom.

The holographic Maui, delighted the dance student in me with his stylised Polynesian representation of running a great distance, and the very particular postures he took which spoke of a different time. To see the movement of the piupiu delighted me. The legend of Maui taking the fiery fingernails of his grandmother to reignite the fire – which he had extinguished – and then his extinguishing it again and again until she gives him her last fingernail, and says he will be punished for his arrogant misuse of her gifts, is astoundingly current. Has human kind not abused the fire power again and again as “civilisations” rise and fall? Are we not overusing Earth’s energy resources now, and on the brink of bringing about devastation – or over it?

How incredible.

In the face of inevitable death ( I am 67, I think about this ) and possible destruction, art remains a joy and a light. It is the most human of pursuits and our enduring gift to Earth.

I sincerely thank you for this most enriching experience, and congratulate you on such a wise and thoughtful selection of stories to tell.

Elizabeth E Mitchell
313 W Haya St
Tampa FL 33603

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.

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.

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″

 

 

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.”

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