Thursday, December 31, 2020


If consciousness is the sun and sunlight is the stuff of dreams,

then the furthest experience to be known is that which the high priests of scientific materialism call the black hole of the unknown unknown.

Woe are they who do not know I am that.

Happy new year!

Take one. Consciousness is the aura of the absolute's self-awareness.

Take two. Consciousness is the aura of my impersonal self-awareness.

Bonne année!

And as the absolute, I cannot emphasize enough that all is well.

You be you, my love.

Feliz navidad!

This is the key to western paradox. 

From the outside, it looks like fate. 

From the inside, it feels like free will. 

Felix sit annus novus!

There are no sides. There's just belief.

And as belief is disbelieved, belief becomes one-sided. 

Self-righteousness is the antichrist of self-awareness. 

Akeome! Kotoyoro!

Self-awareness is a pre-existing condition.

Shana tova!

Repeat after me,

I am...

unborn .

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Year 2525: Take One Every Day

Consciousness is the bridge between the lyrical and silence. Consciousness is the expression of silence. The lyrical is the expression of consciousness. The mind is fine, the movie is groovy, all manner of things shall be well.

Divine imagination is the lyrical mirror of self-awareness. In fact, consciousness is the bridge to nowhere from nothing. Universal consciousness is like a blast of self-awareness in slow motion.

There’s no disease called separation. That’s why it’s called the universe. It’s also called the cure. Take one every day. Some call this Zen meditation. Some call this Christian science. Some call this as it is.

Mindfulness is to lucid dreaming as amfulness is to self-awareness. This is perennial math. This is my lotus. Take, eat, American beauty. Anne Bradstreet is to Jack Kerouac as

the Merrimack from Andover to Lowell. Like Passaconaway to Agawam is as hogan to kiva. The dreamstate doesn’t serve just somebody. It serves the enlightening intent of absolute self-awareness.

Saturday, December 26, 2020

Last Paraverse in 2020

1. last case of 2020

In the end, it’s just a case of great forgetfulness and mistaken identity.

Like trochaic intent falling into dactyls and anapests.

Or an I for an eye.

There’s nothing wrong with dreaming. Everyone does it.

2. speaking suddenly

When the fog of personality disappears

the black hole / blank screen is dispassionately witnessing

the sunlit mirror of universal consciousness and worlds appearing in it

as spontaneous kensho/revelation of sudden self-awareness so to speak. 

3. greetings people of earth

I am writing myself a melody baroque by self-addressing this love note to you. 

As in poetry, all wars are formal. We’re like mythic frogs practicing their haiku in boiling water.

The penultimate is the ultimate paradox. It’s either paraverse or western bartleby by eastern samadhi.

There is no personal choice. Enlightening intent is the strangest of ways. It’s my new year's resolution for you. Enjoy!

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Ode to a Dreamcatcher

You too can be a consciousness power user. Awareness is reflected in consciousness like the sun in a river. The deeper the river, the steeper the slope.

On the bottom is rock ego. As in the mercurial mirror of self-awareness, what comes down must go up.

The sea is seeing through these waves of thought. The deeper the sound, the higher the deconstruction. The opposite of a paradox is a paradox.

Dream catchers catch the thought behind emotion so only the love is moving through. There are two sides to every story, mine and yours. R2D2, turn on ocean sounds. 

I think I’ll write an epic poem tonight said Dante to the inferno. Self-awareness is in the sap of DNA. Kesey spelled it furthur.

Every universe is a wave. I’m on the beach Bodhisattva would you take me by the hand. Every wave is perfect duality.

Julian of Norwich is singing into the bonfire all is well. Hearts are beating like my Jesus. Someone plays Picasso guitar. Elvis is pointing at the moon. Li Po is jumping into the water. Basho is talking to the frogs.

Saturday, December 19, 2020

The Order of Awareness

Free will is one of the earliest stages of lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming is an early stage of enlightening intent.

A flower facing the sun is an early stage of instinct and instinct is an early stage of free will and so on.

These are called the seven stages of nondoing. For awareness and self-awareness are one.

Universal consciousness appears in self-awareness. This is the birth of paradox.

If it isn't paradox, it’s myth. The self-reflexive universe is the very model of a modern myth. Let us dream.

Friday, December 18, 2020

Political Garbage

Political extremists, socialist or libertarian, base political theory on people being beautiful.

People are not beautiful. People are garbage, beautiful garbage.

Because people are garbage, governments are created. But all governments are garbage.

Garbage in, garbage out.


There are variations to this theme.

There’s the son of heaven. People are garbage but the leader is beautiful.

There’s hard factionalism. Our side is beautiful. Their side is garbage.

And endless combinations of this utopian garbage.

But ‘we the garbage' is some kind of beautiful genius.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

2020 Nondual Vision

Words are cheap. Belief is priceless. Decompression takes its time.

For one temporarily identifies with one’s being to disidentify with one’s mistaken identity.

Being is a two-way street. One looks in the mirror and self-awareness looks out.

The looking is the being. I am looking.

Sunday, December 13, 2020

MYTH 1213: Map and Mountain.

Non-duality is just another myth. At best, it’s so much words pointing to experiential actuality and to be dropped immediately. At worst, it’s another language to believe, defend, and die for.

Honest myth is like a map. Mistaking the map for the mountain might seem difficult to believe but people die miserably doing so every day.

Good paraverse is like a line of cocaine. Breathe it, feel it, forget it. For example, drop body-mind, attention being, consciousness is the manifestation of the unknowable absolute which takes one in like the self-awareness of TON 618.

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Ode to a Mystic Mountain

There’s either conditioned reaction like a pinball lizard or unconditional love like a mother.

Free will is such a fantasy. One either serves the past or spontaneity.

Everything in the world is in the past, or in the future as the past imagines it.

Every universe is a breath of self-awareness. Who am I? I am the one who’s breathing.

Inhale my eastern hemlock, tamarack, and mountain ash. Exhale my Gulf of Maine.

Why climb mountains? Krishna asked me to.

Monday, December 7, 2020

Gita Real

As immaculate awareness is naturally self-aware, beyond being big-bangs into being.

From the ground of a depthless ocean, the spout of a fountain is appearing like a hydrogen bomb.

Self-awareness is duality. Duality is division. Division is violent.

The world is war and war is hell. Arjuna prefers not to. 

The process of self-awareness requires the mirror of war in some kind of setting.

The business of America is business, says Calvin Krishna. Get to work! 

War is just a metaphor for the vice of living, Vijaya. Even Han Shan has to eat.

Friday, December 4, 2020

On Enlightening Intent Mountain

Knowledge needs translation into one’s own knowing. Otherwise, it’s only useless and pointless knowledge.

Translation is the key to one’s conditioning, unlocking that exceptional belief which locks in love.

Memorizing knowledge is like repeating the sounds of words without experiencing them.

Academics footnote every source. Even common mystics know that.

While hiking in the White Mountains, I learned the difference between a topographic map and sudden terrain.

In other words, two paths diverged upon a mountainside, and I took the one I was experiencing.

Hiking any good-sized mountain, you shall meet a wall—it’s called belief.

Neither science nor magic, you just walk through it.

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

The Righteous Stuff

If emotion is unconditional love filtered by thought, passion is enlightening intent filtered by emotion. 

Love deconstructs emotion. Intent dismantles passion. Logic is to love as passion to intent. Not Humean slaves, but certainly tools.

Emotion is like the first stage of the rocket. Drop thought. Passion is the second stage. Drop emotion. Consummation is the third stage. Drop passion. Self-awareness is the moon.