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Psilocybin and MDMA

I heard a talk about drug therapies for Cancer. The Doctor from NYU  cancer research talked of the difference between Psilocybin and MDMA – both therapies that are being studied under strictly monitored conditions. The therapies have benefits of reducing worry , anxiety and fear of death.

He said Psilocybin is not recommended for people who love stability and fear change. Psilocybin dislocates the everyday relationship of the individual to the everyday world. MDMA ( street name : ecstasy) relaxes and creates feelings of well being and love for all.  Both therapies could create temporary paranoia as reality shifts, which makes a secure environment essential. Dont try it at home etc.

My mind loves to disassociate from everyday reality. I surely feel ecstasy when I allow my imagination to see the whole world as a living communicating being of which i am part. It can be depressing and painful to have to live in the everyday world where nature is destroyed inevitably, and largely unnecessarily by the current shitstem of  providing comforts. There is enough and there are solutions – for some reason humanity is waiting for this shitstem to crash before discovering how to survive in harmony and without waste.

I read my own writing and comfort myself:

When I die , hallelujah bye and bye, I return to Source. I AM. I become one again with that which I always am. I am that now, in a separate temporary skin. This does not change the fact that my body is ageing, that my dreams remain unfulfilled, my expectations challenged and dissed, my life an irrelevant point in history’s notebook.

In HERstory,  I AM part of the Awakening. IN MYStory, the point of my life is mine to decide. Mysterious, unfathomable, unless we know OUR story, our human story. It is ever thus. The Rise, the Fall, the Thrust , the squall…

I am ever born again in a time which is timeless and ever here. My eyes see the glory of the skies and clouds. My heart pines for Star Knowing.  This body loves its comforts and envies the homeless their views of the stars, but not their physical, emotional handicap. Their mental handicap is an extreme form of mine. We feel connection to energy, when Inner Chi is one with Outer Chi. Aborigine songlines, dot patterns, Nasca lines, drawings in the chalk cliffs, crop circles – inexplicable energy formations that some people feel and represent and even live in harmony with…

A Cosmistory:

in the beginning, before the was a beginning, we all lived together in the Cosmic Egg of All Potential which didn’t exist, or existed only as a concept in its own mind. As I said, in the beginning, we lived together Mother and I, and we wanted to play, We wanted “Lila”, the dance. Or was it Lila that wanted to happen?   Lila was always there in the cosmic egg of all potential. That’s what we discovered, Mother and I, and by that time Lila was in full swing. The play of mothers, fathers, and children had escaped the cosmic egg of all potential and become what it always was.

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People peopling Earth. Earth peoples. Earth and people are one. Her children her self.

We are the human consciousness that Earth devised to know itself. Evolution delighting in being. And in so far as we know who we are , we are Stardust and it is magnificent. We are creative goddesses and gods

. The stories we tell ourselves are creative. Live compadres, LIVE!

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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.

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Dualism trance-ended.

i am top quark and bottom quark
microcosm and macrocosm
i am a whole made of tiny particles
i am the tiny particle that knows
it is part of a collective whole

i tell myself this stuff and yet i dont listen to myself
i am mystic and rational
my rational mind denies my mystic experience

Humans are feminsasculin. Our minds are all alike in our receptive thoughts, experiences  and feelings; our minds are all unique in our individually lived lives.
My female mind is one across humanity. It is the female experiencing receiving mind ( in two hemispheres of our brains).
Our male mind knows ego. It is unique and active in telling its story and taking actions. Each one of us develops this mind usually pretty firmly by the age of two.

In dio, in god, i.e. knowing all is one and loving it all, because it is oneself.
Indigenous mind; mind of eden planet; loving family, valuing children, respecting each person for their own particular life.

Black and white – polarities of indio/ human mind;
Insofar as we identify ourselves as black or white, with positive and negative connotations,  we fail to recognise ourselves as Indio, the people. One with “god” ie nature and Earth our mother.

This old knowing of the indigenous peoples, is mocked as animism; church religion distorted and co-opted the teachings of the wise. Indios, when introduced to the idea of a loving father god at first accepted it because they knew the experience of living within the embrace of a loving parent. They too were abused. They were named indio, indigenous, aboriginal, by those of the culture which did the mocking and disparaging  and denying of ancient knowing. I am a child of that culture. My rational mind is formed by that culture.
I am of an evolving culture which respects, studies and acclaims indio, indigenous, aboriginal, first people. I too am of this earth and a child of the most high – the sun. I have enough humility to say this, and enough piety to feel awe, and am growing enough self respect to see it through.

Now we who wish to claim our unity as tiny quarks cooperating within a greater whole, as humans in the web of life, rise up and speak. Logos! Word!  We rhyme and blog. We are story tellers, artists.
We are working on becoming conscious to the tiniest quantum wiggle (i name it), and of ourselves as one with the stars, and as ME, hue-man wombman, persona universalis, huomo integralis  in the middle.

Evolving here to prepare for the evolution of our niche, our nest,
death where is thy sting, you are the best.
We get to start again, to play our part again, in the evolving story
in which we know we are ever the glory of the evolving mind
striving to find how to integrate at a higher level
including devil.
My how we recognise him !!!
He is myself; my ego. Please allow me to introduce myself.
All my former lives see through my eyes, all my dead are in my head.

All experience is in my head. “The differential elimination of neuronal connections gives rise to sensory experience.”
Now we know the brain is plastic, we can differentially restore neuronal connections and give rise to an experience of unity, ever greater, ever more successfully communicating with itself.

We are it. Imagination is its play, my lila, the story i tell myself in all its consensual and all its non consensual reality. When i allow myself to see more, to see the whole world as conscious and communicating with me, my visuals and my thoughts united, i see, for example, lightning in distant clouds creating images of electrical activity in a brain. Moon and i are one reflecting and adoring sun.

Stu the Jew devotedly and adoringly loves god who loves him back and thus this hugely hellish experience of human fallibility is given meaning – but only to Stu the Jew. The story evolved. Put “i” in the middle of Jesus and you get Je suis. I AM. Logos . The circle is complete, for those of us who, like Stu the Jew are into the magnificence of Logos pre Babel. That is – it is our delight to create meaning and find coincidences and synchronicities in language. To see the unity underlying all the individual stories and experiences, all the words and worlds.
My rational mind knows this is all blah blah blah and my female mind says,
oy veh! OK. You dont have to try it, but you cant deny it. Consensual, conventional rationality is the basis. We all start there.
waka and biznis district- ceremonial canoe

Inspiration, breath and spirit.

“ the moving finger writes, and having writ moves on.” (Omar Khayam)

what if the darkness descends, the bombs fall –  it has been written
what if the weather destroys   – it has been written
what if the sicknesses come – it has been written
what if the humans survive – it has been written

what if what i know is true:  we do not die, our bodies are temporary bone houses for our soul and soul is the same as life force, spirit, breath. Inspiration.

what if i am a wise woman with a story to tell, a way of life to offer,  a way to be happy and make sense of the calamities.

what if our soul was one soul, that this one soul is experiencing itself in matter, that this one soul evolved the human mind in order to experience itself in matter.

what if this one soul is eternal and therefore outside of time.
What if soul, slowed down and materialised, is all earth beings.
Time – which is relative to earth beings, is a creation of the earth beings. For this one soul all time is now.

what if time is moebius circular always passing through areas of the same one stillness NOW,
what if that One Soul is all time, all space, all history, all herstory, experiencing itself as this,
that we are new iterations of one soul materialised, slowed down;
that matter is its material form and life is one spirit clothed in matter.

What if I knew this – then what?

What if i knew that I Am ever here?
what if i knew that I am who I am as part of ONE SOUL
(“it’s all you, but it’s not all about you”. Pateh Parsons)
what if i knew that in every era  I AM here, in every country I AM here, in every part of time space continuum – the rest of me is there in every country every era, every person.
What if i knew that we are one being, like my hands so different from my feet are one being.
What if I AM yoga, increasing awareness of connection between inner and outer, top and bottom, gross and immaterial?

What if, in doing yoga, i live my truth, and strengthen my awareness of this truth.
this knowing that all matter is information; that information is smeared on the walls of the black hole, that it is always and ever connected because it emerges from one starting point  – the cosmic egg of all potential – that which is unmaterialised.
We are held here in connection with earth by gravity and the constant interchange of particles.
what if there is sentience in all, and humans are sentience aware of itself.
Then yoga is good and full.
SHE

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

Consciousness

CONSCIOUSNESS

I sit meditatively holding the duck egg. It has two teeth marks in it, a bluish shadow is forming at one of the circular chipped areas. I guess a raccoon tried to get into it before i picked it up, where it lay below the tree, along with other broken eggs and feather down – the tragedy of a duck family that didnt happen.

I sit holding the egg, thinking about the duckling inside which did not get to live;
I am a god being, holding earth and its shell surround of atmosphere, thinking sadly of the potential that will not come to pass, because the ecological niche, the life inside is dying. I AM one with what is, microcosm mirroring macrocosm.

I commune with the potential duckling, I love the feel of the egg. Another artist friend kept an egg for two years;  one day he noticed it vibrating gently, before trails of brown, orange and ochre ooze squeezed out of the shell without breaking it and dripped odorlessly down the outside. He still has it, this slow changing art work. The duckling inside has painted itself outside on the shell.

In the Mandlebrot fractal, the same pattern repeats though there are infinite variations in the repetition.

What will be the fate of Earth?. Earth and life co-arise. Life is inherent in Earth. Humanity will be woken up. We are waking up. We are awake. What art will our species create as we attempt to survive the death of our ecological niche.? In terms of geologic time, and evolutionary time, great temperature shifts happen rarely and we are in a time of unstoppable warming. Subsequently, there is the potential for a reglaciation also – all of it changes the ecological web of life of which we are part irrevocably. We will have to evolve. Or die.

Art and imagination first became humans as we became more than animal though still animal. Art and imagination will help us become wiser than homo sapiens, though still homo sapiens sapiens until we evolve into Persona Integralis. It is happening already. We are all part of the unified human species which knows itself to be one with this Earth and will learn again how to commune with the whole and with each other. Birth can be painful, and often perilous. Not all seeds survive.

My egg will not hatch, but Earth’s human fate is not yet decided. egg

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.