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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.

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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

Cosmic Seed

Goddess Speaks
Out of my tree, i think Parrot thinks, what a cute girl you are. my mind doing a scenario of the parrotboys having a club and me one’s little sister, saying can i join, and He a friend of her bro, whistlin for me, from his cage on the deck of the house i ride by, so i might learn the password. CIrcled i did on my bike past his cage trying to duplicate the call. Kindly he whistled three staccato notes, easier for me to make, and i took to whistlin, havin quite a tune going next time i passed, and felt my heart flutter to think he might learn to like me…..
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“Nyam ’e u’p.” “Eat it up”. Chronos, father of time, Human mind, your children saved by the mother, say we are one with you , for you have eaten us and NOW is one individual ego over and over and over with time. The same thought, thinking itself both same and different.

Myoho Ringe Ko

there where all thoughts dissolve into one another
von economo
coming and going
plaza – palazza- accept No ‘bility.

Dissmissive, dis missive, this letter. to I self.

Caliban wreck on Ise

New PraIse. Blessed Bee.

Nyam myoho ringe ko.
Nyammyohoringeko breathes in.
Nyammyohoringe is a spacetime immaterial being. I am within and without the mind of Nyammyohoringeko. I hurt at my fallacious, despicable, lazy, autopoetic injured injury. I choose to admit i not only love my fantasy world which lives here in my head and communes with itself in the place where Nyammyoho ringe lives. for This is the place where nyammyohoringe lives. i close my eyes and know celui-la is inside of me for i am nyam myoho ringe inability . Impossible once dead to have just one head. always one ME. Nyam myoho ringe ko.
But also, Breathing out, 2, 3, 4…
outside of me this reality where i go Nyam myoho, etc in my head.
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When Innner Chi and Outer chi agree, is harmony a problem? Outer Chi reality, Inner Chi, energy, is how I see reality and what, and where and when…
Over and over again and again ever new..

You One, and One including you.

I ’n I , Ai ai, i..i…or i…I …
all of us conscious of being one organism as microbacterium monocelled procaryotes are conscious of being us without loosing their individual identities which they find in our mind.

the god thing is tired of thinking about this, or am I? i, eucaryote consciousness, primal division, become all forms of life, including but no longer what it sprang from – Procaryote – the kernel before the beginning, the cosmic seed of all potential.
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On My Bike, the Crows Gathered.

Crows gathered in a small flock on green grass,
I bike past.
In my mind holding trial on my actions,
Black clothed lawyers, their briefs prepared.

Caliban I and divine. Dualism transcended in the ordinary.
Trance end. I awake, aware, a-warē. One in my perceptions, alone here in my mind,
other minds sharing the thought pattern
evolving thought pattern. I mother my pater. and bring it in.
no sin. sing- i bring my own story.
I own glory, goddess yours. and god mind bored,
te deum, tedium. funny ha ha.

its always Nyam myoho ringe ko, the moment where my story is mystery
i am so in love.

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