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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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My letter SunlightFlorida.org

Endless pamphlets from SunlightFlorida.org come in my mail, with images of  Dana Young, and her name in large print. She is a Florida lawmaker who votes against healthcare. SunlightFlorida ostensibly want us to call her.  I wrote them thus:

Thanks for all the free publicity for Dana Young. I sure wont forget her name when it comes to voting.

I   associate her name with pamphlets that told me healthcare should be affordable for everyone.

I have no idea who  is running against her or if she’s on the ballot in November,  or what district she represents and whether its mine, but when it comes to voting, I’ll certainly remember her name. and I know she has something to do with fairness in healthcare. I get so many pamphlets from you about her which I glance at and throw in the trash…
thank you so much.

Elizabeth E Mitchell
Post Script: Once i decided to actually see who the heck was sending me all these reminders about her – you know name recognition is so important, –  i thought perhaps it is a republican organisation …
a confusing but brilliant tactic.
If it is a mole who reads this email , i expect it to be trashed. If it someone who is actually concerned about an equitable future I hope you will hear and understand .and WAKE UP.
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Democrats seize defeat from the jaws of victory because they focus on negative details instead of positive visions. The people dont care cant deal with the details – we leave that up to those in the know. We want VISION.

i’ll be at Cool Art in St Pete july 14/15 2018

Un freeze.

4.20, 2018. 9.22-
Auspicious date. Not too late.

Net talk makes me baulk.
Some say today is close to our last.
So much closer than most think.
Uncalculateds making it fast.
We’ll so soon be in the drink.

And be merry for tomorrow we die,
or diet enforced by loss of crops and loss of bees…
But oh, how it did please me to see
the magnolia provide for the bee.
In a full bloomed flower at morning hour
the stamen had fallen in heaps and piles
on a creamy white petal bowl –
the bees who were snurfling this treat like wee piggies
at times lifted off –
floating above and around,
drunkenly bumbling
’til they landed again where such plenty was found.

Like the head of a super sayan was the pistil
big, in a full skirt of white;
china red her smooth bodice,
holding that yellow head upright.

Look! next time you see one,
mira! she dances with bees;

Blissfully nourished;

i am part too of the great unfreeze.

 

 

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.