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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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Ego and God co-arise. Ego ergo “God”.

Ego and God co-arise.

Western science cannot find consciousness /soul /spirit, because it tries to find something measurable.
Eastern science has the underlying vision that consciousness is primary. Consciousness is like the water in which the fish swims. Taken out of the water, it notices the lack. In death, when we are no longer conscious of ourselves as individual, we return to consciousness, which is the field out of which ego arises.

I believe, in death,  we become consciousness,  that out of which every”thing” arises. Thing and think co-arise.
“Do not stand by my grave and weep,
I am not there, i do not sleep.
I  am one with the sun on the houses,
I am the sneeze in the noses of mouses ..…

I attempt to feel THAT consciousness of oneness with everything as much as possible. This makes me a predominantly peaceful, kind, optimistic person.
I am aware of my huge ego here,  and  mountains of self unawareness. These get in the way and are often quite depressing, as I identify with my egolife and its feeling of absolute and utter uselessness. rather than with the consciousness which is in everything including me, including every little ant, every leaf, every life however brief, every eternal winking star whose light is hundreds of years old….they wink in and out as we do.

it is my human consciousness that sees and names these things. It is both miraculous and beautiful and stupid and blind.

I fight my own blindness in the words i write to others, instead of facing it down in myself and knowing how to ditch the goddamned western materialism which denies that which  creates life and love in my life, and offers instead depression and hopelessness, lack of vision and a ridiculous scenario of random assemblage of this beautiful planet, instead of grokking that it is autopoetic, self creating. It has no more idea of what is coming than we do cos we are the ones who think this kind of thought as it.

There is no separation, no spirit but life itself; no god but everything and therefore nothing. ( Nothing useful can be said about everything, other than that it is what is, and we humans name it.) All things are thinks, ideas in human minds, nets laid over  the great flow of atoms.

This writing  is for YOU, reader. My mind feels like it wants the world to get my reasoning, which I have created and absorbed from so many sources in the world. My mind loves to hear its reasoning being talked to you. I am – you are – we are consciousness evolving in the human. No separation you see.

Namaste. double halo

No More War

An End to War.

Arguments are Created by limited vision.

‘You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements – the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution – weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way they could get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.” ― Lawrence M. Krauss, A Universe from Nothing: Why There Is Something Rather Than Nothing

The beginning of time is the beginning of wombmankind thinking about time. God used to be called Chronos, Time. Chronos ate his children until Rhea, his wife, ( her name has intonations of Rio – river, from Greek, Rheo – stream) saved one, Zeus. The first Olympian. Christianised to God in Paradise.

Greek legends are also humankind’s attempts to explain why and how we are here. Their legends look bad to literal minded Christianity  which sees the Greek  twinned forces as brother and sister. The Christianised human mind sees god or gods as human. Big mistake. Unless we see humans as god.

Quantum physics:
TIme is linear, a stream, a field. Matter is particulate within the stream. Particles and waves are different perspectives on the same moment. Movement – moment. Wave and Particle. Sine wave of potential events – the field, the percentage likelihood of unfolding of events, collapses into the materialised event we see. All other versions may exist in other universes – we will never see them and never know them because we are in this one that we create by our observation in every moment. Consciousness of this is paramount.

Consciousness Is:
Everything and being is conscious with its own level of consciousness. Wombmankind has potential to “grok”  ( intuitively comprehend) all consciousness – a state beyond words to convey. Basically bliss of experience without attachment to human interpretation.
Human consciousness is one incorporate being in many parts. most of which are asleep and fascinated, fascinating with human experience. Other consciousnesses e.g Squirrel consciousness are sub sets, a place where – as in a venn diagram ( wiki info below) – we are able to share some of squirrel consciousness and a lot we cannot. Consciousness is One; the human mind has enormous untapped potential to commune with animals and plants.

That bliss consciousness knows it is energy of Sun, matter of Earth and autopoetic ( self-organising) creative  pattern. This is a trinity.  That consciousness IS aware of itself through countless awarenesses. This consciousness is One. The stars – who died for us so to speak -are Jesus. We are Jesus – we who say this I AM. I AM i.e. totality awareness, the way , the truth, and the light.  Tao is the way, nature’s way. Nothing is wasted, everything has a part to play. Destruction is followed by creation in an endless cycle. The truth – sets us free. All our beliefs are limited stories to help explain that which fascinates some and is considered irrelevant by others. The light – sunlight, shines on all alike, without favor or prejudice, and creates life here with Earth. Energy, matter and Flow( water) . Wombmankind is consciousness becoming aware of itself. Homa sapiens sapientia. Integral wombmanity. Transgendered. Feminasculin. Persona universalis

We are one with our ecological niche which we are causing to evolve at a perilous rate. Consciousness finds this an exciting journey and discovers the future in every moment just as we do.

Predestination belongs to the past – as each moment happens it could happen no other way. Free will belongs to the present moment and that creates the ever unfolding future. We are gods. We are creative and creating.

NO MORE WAR.
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Venn diagram info from Wiki

The drawing is missing. Imagine two intersecting circles, one orange, one blue with bluish orange in the intersection.

Sets A (creatures with two legs) and B (creatures that can fly)
This example involves two sets, A and B, represented here as coloured circles. The orange circle, set A, represents all living creatures that are two-legged. The blue circle, set B, represents the living creatures that can fly. Each separate type of creature can be imagined as a point somewhere in the diagram. Living creatures that both can fly and have two legs—for example, parrots—are then in both sets, so they correspond to points in the region where the blue and orange circles overlap. That region contains all such and only such living creatures.
Humans and penguins are bipedal, and so are then in the orange circle, but since they cannot fly they appear in the left part of the orange circle, where it does not overlap with the blue circle. Mosquitoes have six legs, and fly, so the point for mosquitoes is in the part of the blue circle that does not overlap with the orange one. Creatures that are not two-legged and cannot fly (for example, whales and spiders) would all be represented by points outside both circles.
The combined region of sets A and B is called the union of A and B, denoted by A ∪ B. The union in this case contains all living creatures that are either two-legged or that can fly (or both).
The region in both A and B, where the two sets overlap, is called the intersection of A and B, denoted by A ∩ B. For example, the intersection of the two sets is not empty, because there are points that represent creatures that are in both the orange and blue circles.

Paradoxically I AM and am not Logos

I am a portal in my own TED talk in paradise, where my many minds sit listening: ancestors, heroes, my dead, pater, mater – seeing through my eye portals  at THIS truth.

‘Always’ is an eternity of Now.  Past present and future co-exist only NOW; constantly arising, constantly falling. Past is not static, past is always growing. Future is always happening NOW. That which does not change is this truth of NOW.

Paradoxically, eternity changes and yet stays the same when we die. Then ( and Now)  it is formed differently in non-human  mind. Non-human mind ( divine mind, or alien mind if you prefer)  includes human mind but is  much more, and can never be defined and delimited.
I AM eternal, divine, alien and human. I know Past Present and Future exist only NOW.     I AM divine as drop is Ocean. God is I AM. This word “god” is as meaningful or meaningless as the mind  conceives it to be.

Thought is a human artifact.  “God” is a thought. God is Logos. Naming is a human propensity.  The totality of god (concept)  is beyond thought, unthinkable. Essentially unable to be defined and delimited. Like eternity and infinity there is always plus one (+1)  which can be added to whatever is adduced as the whole.

Human mind is divine mind. One human is a drop of oceanic bliss polluted more or less by ignorance which goes through phases of development as it is removed from the system. All human’s share a connected consciousness whether we are aware of it or not.

Hate, love, red, square root of minus 1  are intangibles. They exist because we name them. We are creative.
Prima materia,  first material, earth, mother, mater, matter  preexists our naming.
First spirit is life force, evolutionary drive, energy, god, father, pater, pattern.                    The mind stuff, spirit, imagination, god, human mind  is that out of which all material perceptions and conceptions arise.

I am , you are, we are, they are divine human beings, Spirit and Matter  combined. Once rock and water rubbed together and made life, or as Indian knowledge would have it, purusha and prakriti  touched and the universe exploded into being.

Multiple universes and possibilities exist. By our  Free Will choice in the present moment we bring into being the universe in which we live.  All other possible universes collapse for this observer who chose. What was chosen is thus Predestined.  It is what is and can be no other way.  Every choice makes a difference. We are unnecessarily chained by habit and convention. Nothing to lose but our chains, our mind forged manacles.

I live. Go forth and do thou likewise.

On Death and Living : Joy and Sorrow

This past weekend my friend, Judy Dvorak, died. Yes, she is one of “US” . We are all mortal. We all get intimations of mortality. Judy knew this very well. We can only live because this is all we got!!! and what we got is a lot – it is everything in the present moment.
 
Last night i had a dream vision. I saw a whole lot of tiny owl images like in the tail of a peacock like each one was both a human, an owl, a peacock’s eye. There was a little boy, a woman – emissaries from Venus, there was a table and later a room, and i was telling people what i saw – they werent interested except two people i do not know, I woke singing and remembering Judy, who shared my dream.
 
Last night my dream showed me this- Judy went through Venus. That is the Black Hole aka Death. She is like a skin cell on a large body of which Venus is part of the skin. Now she is In.
Is this earth the Heart or another part i dont know. But i woke this morning singing, Judy Judy Judy, as i have sung to her in this life. She makes me happy because she “is happy” now – in my head, where my dead are undead. She is the eye in the peacock wing, i am too, and so are you. We are part of a greater wHole. Her physical presence will be greatly missed. Her trace is sweet memory.
 
We still have to deal with the crap. in other cultures there is and was crap – like freezing weather and broken bones – humans try to fix it – its just we dont see ourselves as part of a whole so we crap on everything else. That is the increasing crap of culture which prioritizes humans over nature, men over women etc. .
 
When I used to think of a difficult former boyfriend – now dead, and in my head – there were reservoirs of not such great feeling. Those have all dried up. Now he is one of my happy pantheon of dead in my head. When i think of them I am happy, knowing that my memory of them keeps them “alive” – gives them so to speak a window to what is happening on this earth… they are but trace, like cigar smoke.
Their Totality as a cigar with a burning end which went out and the last smoke faded away – Includes Us.
 
As we die, we long for everyone to live happily today because dying goes along with living. And we return to tell it to life.
 
 
 
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Fearless Fibre – Protestry

FEARLESS FIBRE. to take place at Carrollwood Cultural Center. Tampa. July August 2017
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This exhibition features the work of 8 Fibre Artists who create Art out of that which is to hand, using methods which are as old as the hills, and as new as the moment. As artists we are divinely creative! In fibre art, nothing need be wasted.
As with all material arts, we deal with uncertainty, we find solutions to apparent mistakes, and we repurpose failures. We wish you pleasure in the tactility, sensuousness and expressiveness of  Fearless Fibre.

I , Lib,  Curator, offer Protestry  – Poetry which declares and defends a Wombmanist perspective.

Godesses whose Anxiety is Balanced by a Cool Head.

We are *feminasculin. We are creative. We restore to language a role of respect, honoring that of which we speak.
Our feminasculine mind can find the **dialectic:

Thesis – Evolution is happening to the story ***wombmen tell ourselves.
Antithesis – Words can neither be invented nor evolved.
Synthesis – An evolutionary  Future  not  only Loves the Present, ( Evolution IS happening)  but also evolves the Past, (some do not comprehend the creative power of evolution) without needing to destroy it.  Hatred and Fear are that story of the past, still, dying, Here.  In this story we are telling Now, we dance on the grave of misery, and offer flowers to the corpse in respect of human suffering.

Fearlessly we weave our new story,  our fabrics speak of creation. Joyously we reach out to you, Viewing Listener, with  our  fabricated artistry. The is the Synthetic New.

*  Feminasculin – Original concept of Phillippe Sollers
** Dialectic – A way to get beyond duality, vital in these times – so we can talk to those who think  differently from ourselves.  Thesis, meets Antithesis, and the Synthetic New is created.
***  Wombman – New linguistic offering from Yours Truly. By naming something we give it existence. This is the creative power of words. We can own our story. Each one of us has our own unique vision which can not only invalidate, but also can be invalidated by, the current fearful collective vision. 

Gender is a higher level concept than sexual preference, which has its mind in the bedroom.

All our wombmenish, feminasculin hearts beat with the wings of a peace dove. God, goddess and good are words for concepts representing our ideals. Our ideals are thoughts or signs existing in our heads –  artists  strive to create their idea – an ideal vision. Meaning is interactive when art, which is communication, is put in a public space.
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The following Protestry is written to accompany the works of Barbara Pittman Forgione. BPF’s work is a series of paintings representing women in traditional dress. Women of the world come to America with dreams of freedom alive in their breasts.

Vietnamese in America

Americans in Vietnam
were blind to Tiresias
the soothsayer,
old and snaggle toothed,
fishing,
hearing the leaves that float down the river.

 Synaesthesia is a form of sensing that Wombmen ( evolved humans) are beginning to recognize.
Blind Tiresias, Cassandra, archetypes of those whose image of the future is ignored by the populace. In this poem, representing simply an old fisherman of Vietnam whose life was irrevocably changed as was that of his people, by contact with Americans.
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Africa’s Women in America

My Stephen sought to liberate the toe of my shoe.
My Ken fought to liberate my water from oil,
spilled there by careless greed.

Mama Wangari planted trees,
and ‘Tunde made music.
My guerrero amplifies those songs.

Now we write the story anew.
We seek to liberate women,
We make peace with justice
as fairly as we know how.
We plant seeds and make music.

 Stephen Biko – freedom fighter killed in South Africa
Ken Saro Wiwa – killed protesting de rigeur oil spills where his people farmed and fished and washed their clothes.
 Wangari Maathai, – created a program to plant trees in distressed areas.
‘Tunde is a Yoruba word for “Returns”,  and means Nigerian. Black in Latin is Niger. ( nee-gere ) For artists, all colors have value and different uses.
Guerrero – warrior –  refers  in this Protestry to all imprisoned by ignorance who continue to struggle.
Tunde  reminds me of  “Regresare y le dire a la vida” – “I shall return and tell life [all about it]”, a line from a poem by Antonio Guerrero. He was imprisoned in America while peacefully fighting for freedom for Cuba. Fibre Arts, weaving and painting, and also other arts –  are returning , as part of people’s daily lives.

Regresaré

(Antonio Guerrero – Fernando Borrego)
Regresaré y le diré a la vida
he vuelto para ser tu confidente.
De norte a sur le entregaré a la gente
la parte del amor en mí escondida.

Regresaré la alegría desmedida
de quien sabe reír humildemente.
De este a oeste levantaré la frente
con la bondad de siempre prometida.

Por donde pasó el viento, crudo y fuerte,
iré a buscar las hojas del camino
y agruparé sus sueños de tal suerte

que no puedan volar en torbellino.
Cantaré mis canciones al destino
Y con mi voz haré temblar la muerte.

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Tibetan Women in America

See the beauty in which our culture still lives.

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Aboriginal American
(aka Native American)

This land is Mother.
Our waters are our life blood.
As the sun rises and sets we stand here.
The sun also rises.

ab – origine – a proud word meaning originating out of the land.
 Aboriginal people – In the big picture we all originate on earth.
In the tiny picture, “aboriginal” disparages people. The tiny mind in the small head does not understand that in honoring others we grow ourselves.  
Maori Haka ( song with rhythmic beat using the body as instrument)
Ringa Pakia!  Ka mate ka mate, kia ora kia ora.
Tenei te tangata puhuruhuru
Nana i tiki mai , ka whiti te ra.
A upane , kaupane, upane kaupane,
Whiti te ra.

A feminasculin translation – Create the beat!  it is death, it is life, it is death, it is good. [“This too shall pass”; “the old order changeth giving place to new”.]
Here is the powerful “hairy” man , behold  man who makes the sun rise.[ ie has power over energy] . Sun rises and sets [regardless of humans, before us and after us]. The sun rises.  [This is awesome.]

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BPF CA girls

This image is not in the exhibition but it is the earlier work of Barbara Pittman Forgione. whose works inspired all this Protestry.

Muslim Women and the American Style Goddess.

Our traditional dress is our pride and our shame.
Our bodies are our shame and our pride.
Our book is responsible for suggesting that woman is evil.
We choose what we wear in freedom from, or servitude to, manipulation by those who misinterpret male and female ideals.

This poem is relating to both images, the American women, runway models, insouciant in their exposure of flesh and wealth, blind to accusations of arrogance and disrespect. And the Muslim women, one in full Burkha, modest in their uniformed appearance, blind to accusations of bondage and disrespect.
Do we turn a blind eye? Do we and they see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil of women? Do we and they  comprehend and rejoice in our creative potential in THIS moment?  We, wombmen, are story tellers in all our arts. I Lib, curator, can get lost in the web of words. Thank you for your listening eye.

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Elizabeth Mitchell

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

Reading the cards.

3.17 card reading

 

The central card – present moment – is a female form, green like lettuce and new, superimposed on a sleeping male form which has a torturous dream contraption affixed to its brain; in the upper right are tanko – the perfect Koi. This represents my feminasculine mind which is influenced by

The card laid on top of it – the Influencer – Bad Santa. The gifts were coal and displeasure, the gifts were tarnished and the soul frightened.

To the left is – the recent past – a little girl clinging to a security which is washing away, the sorcerer juggles umbrellas as the spirit’s vision is occluded by his tricks.

To the right is – the near future – crows facing in both directions – spirit must be strengthened and reality must be dealt to.

At the bottom is – the distant past – space, alien transports ( shells represent this to me) and the evolution of time.

At the top is- the distant future -polar bear ( large mammals ) balancing on a decreasing foothold, the life contained in every drop of water going down the toilet; and the Eiffel tower reminding me that human life on this earth is as the skin of paint on top of the Eiffel tower ( dinosaurs were 5-600 feet  of it.)

To the further left is – the witness – a Calder mobile representing Balance.

3.17 new card

 

A new card for today. From a large stock of magazines, i pick four at random and find the first image in each that strikes me as what i want to use. I noticed a parking ticket which was in fact just a warning, I had kept it for a symbol of rejoicing. I used it to make the snake. To fill the too much empty space at the bottom, my hands shuffling through resources found a piece of clothing pattern and created a Righteous Babe goddess form. Interpretation of today ( for they change every time) – on a background humans in rising waters, an alternative watch face grows rabbit ears ( time, a concept,  is evolving ). Snake travels through the book ( a reference to freeing our female selves from devil concepts) a girl child looks on with the bright eyes of innocence, and the Righteous Babe goddess is redux.