aumdada manifesto 190723tu purple consciousness

Consciousness believed to be a product of the body-mind identifies with the same of course, divided from the universal, although a serious materialist understands nothing in the universe is separate. The brain can't produce something which isn't chemically native to the universe. It’s always macro in, micro out.

Likewise, universal consciousness is in, I-am is out. Thus the mind is acting like a transistor, or the body like a fountain, where transformation plus resistance amplifies the source. When I-am sees I am that I-am by simply resting in the knowledge which is I-am, call this amplification Awareness Reflected in Consciousness.

Accordingly I saw three separate instances of a lone purple loosestrife today, each at least a mile from another. Purple blossoms first appear like the gentle flame on a single tall green candle. In a week or two, these wetlands will be a godly inferno of purple loosestrife, an invasive plant apparently, but nevertheless one of truth and beauty.

am 190720st apocalypse compassion

Without compassion, my projection appears to be the opposite of deconstruction. Instead of mirroring my own primordial division to be seeing through, I’ve divided my original duality into a world of painfully long divisions always ending in the same old war ad nauseum.

Look, I am universal consciousness in which material projection is appearing even if it takes a world of worm or rabbit holes. If you think there's anyone other than yourself within this house of mirrors, think again.

Yes, every year about this time beginning late July, I start to think about the purple loosestrife—and like a miracle it appears within a week or two. Listen, in an ode to purple loosestrife, the world is divided because I am divided.

But as one of the highest features of universal consciousness is love, one of the earliest features of self-awareness is compassion. There's non-doing I can do within enlightening intent but discern my own projection. Thus compassion is apocalypse of self-inquiry.

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To begin at the beginning and not that absolute parental source beyond beginning, there's both an energetic kundalini impulse and awareness reflected in consciousness.

Holy spirit of enlightening intent and the universal god child of projection. Shakti, Shiva. Words have many metaphors. There's only three words. Ground, knowledge, self-awareness.

The world is never all three words at once. Dualities are always missing one. But tonight I feel the trees as if photosynthesis itself is source of my intelligent energy.

I sense the body as transistor, amplifying and transforming this intelligent energy into self-awareness. As mid-July begins the season of the wild weeds, Queen Anne’s lace is just the beginning.

Goldenrod is blooming in the sunny spaces of the south-facing riverbank. Soon the purple loosestrife shall be invasive in the wetlands. All of this because divinity of memory. Divine imagination.

aumdada manifesto 190713st chicken

One cannot unthink the world but one can be dispassionate about it and compassionate while in it. So identify with that affectionate awareness while not of the world but love while in it.

Like Taoists love their hermits, as Buddhists love their saints as well as Christians, Hafez only loves. Listen and and dare to look from this absolute point of view.

Identify with deep sleep witnessing birth for what it is each morning. Call this self-remembering deep sleep-walking. Such a lucid dreaming is being self-aware despite conceptual occlusion.

Because there was a stop sign, I stopped for the chicken crossing the road. But the rooster wanted something like an invitation—cross already! Slowly it turns and suddenly I take a right.

 

aumdada manifesto 190710wd the lamb

Consciousness is not divisible and believing it as so doesn't make it so although every person thinks it does.

Given a person is the definition of divided and love cannot be defined, every person falls a second fall believing god is on their side.

War doesn't just break out. It takes some time to brainwash babies, and especially if.

It's the last thing one wants to do to the innocence of love. But people die miserably each day.

This is the world and you're welcome to it—I'm getting off at the end of this sentence—I’ll be sure to write.

Every year the lambs reappear in the neighbor’s field next door despite all death and rebirth.

In the morning, there's a little one that likes to lie behind a bleached-out log and watch the people passing by.
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~seven footnotes~

division is just a thought but mathematics is perfected thought.

ego is the first fall. super-ego is the second. third fall is unspeakable.

manifestation isn’t magic. it’s inspirational!

manifestation begins in imagination and ends in revelation.

manifestation itself is third power.

life is shakti. consciousness is shiva. division is their world gone wrong. nothing’s perfect.

"To this end was I born, and for this cause came I into the world, that I should bear witness unto the truth. Every one that is of the truth heareth my voice."

first divine imagination. next is sudden inspiration, manifestation makes three.

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Each night as affectionate awareness returns to absolute, the living body left behind attempts to replicate its absent lover—as if it doesn't already know its midnight dreams are merely phantoms compared to this sun-drenched dream of consciousness itself.

And yet each day it has convinced itself again of something other (although shadows) in believing the material is not a phantom—but foundational. Despite the fact its scientific priesthood is unable to disprove the obvious. All appears in consciousness.

It's as if this phantom of an opera claims to be composer when it's just an operatic voice non-doing—there's a sandbar in the river where a glacial moraine is being destroyed by the current. By early July, a crowd of boats is playing there.

Footnotes
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The mind dreams. Consciousness conceives.

Like romantic love compared to the unconditional.

As if the shadow pretends to be the light. Like every comic villain or super-ego.

Science as a process is a basic form of deconstruction. Science as a socially-conditioned theory is old-time religion, boss.

Ego acts. Intuition directs. Intent produces.

Them—memories don’t survive the past as i too well know—don’t go living just to make them i remind myself each hour—as if every second of my world isn’t made out of them already.
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intuition uses signs. so does marketing. coincidence?

often romantic love leads to unconditional love. or family.

even i can’t fool self-awareness.

experiment deconstructs theory. but believing in scientific theory is a socially-acceptable religion. everything appears in consciousness.

if omnipresent awareness is intent on self-awareness, then following intuition is like instant karma for the ego. i am, i am that i am, i am that. 

changing the past is like imagining the future—it happens presently. call it manifestation. love. 

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aumdada manifesto 190703wd oh lily

The world is wrong—although there's nothing wrong with that—and all the worldly knowledge in the world is wrong as well. For the only knowledge is ‘I am.’

But because of one's conditioning this may appear to rise from that holy seat of body-mind—the brain—chimerical and chemical machine. But wrong!

The body-mind at best is this transistor—node of transformation and resistance—amplifying universal consciousness to its potentiality of self-awareness.

Look, as the power of three arises from essential nonduality, the body-mind is like a fountain in an ouroboric sea. Don't deny the function of the crown of all creation because identity has been mistaken in the process.

Just because you're not the tool doesn't mean you're not the hand behind the heart of absolute intent. Nihilists need not apply at nothing. The well-to-do are overcompensating for their ignorance.

Normality is locality of conditioning. Consider the lilies of early July—day lilies, trumpet lilies, a prophecy of lovely lilies! Get over the spring. Get over all aspects of identity and be nakedly unknown.
 

aumdada manifesto 190630sn the last pagoda

As awareness is self-awareness and quantum being is utter love and atomic form is story, the material world is all about transformation.

First turning is body living in the mind. Second turning is surrendering to consciousness only. Third turning is enlightenment. Turn, turn, turn.

Deconstructive story, unconditional love, and spontaneous intent are the primal trinity by any other first or last names.

Likewise, the first and only season is the paradise of summer when there is no thought of any other season.

Second season is the fall. Third season is like memory and desire. But winter is not a season.

If the earth is the guest, then the body-mind is certainly not the host. The maya of thinking so is catastrophic. Like Hurricane Samsara.

The last flowering pagoda dogwood wedding day of June feels like death. It’s completely conceptual but I need more fireworks!
 

aumdada manifesto 190628fr moby science

Science says self-awareness is an evolutionary movement. But this is only true if consciousness is thought to be a product of space-time. Otherwise, enlightenment is a pre-existing unconditional feature of absolution.

Not only is there a sonic barrier in such a scientific world, there's a material barrier as well. This is called social conditioning. As science is to false as love is true, better a bad guru than a good scientist.

My tantric teaching emphasizes being over logic. Deconstruction isn't god. The mind prefers a nihilistic outcome to scare itself back from the precipice. But love is paradoxical that way.

The scientific viewpoint is material and works wonders in its world but doesn't know a thing about consciousness, believing itself to be creator of what I am rather than vice versa.

Have faith in this as if it were the antidote to poisoning: the material world arises in consciousness and not a nanosecond before. Look deep to the core. Love is not cool.

So this time of year, I go to the picture window as if it were the sea and look for fireflies. They descend from the ground and slowly fall into the black hole of space. Call me self-awareness.

 

On Awareness Reflected in Consciousness

~Nisargadatta
I Am That
Chapter 85. ‘I am’: The Foundation of all Experience

aumdada manifesto 190622st silent movie

The silence isn't deafening but the one who has ears is hearing through all the noise—

three weeks of racket is enough to drown out consciousness itself, so the company suggests you take two weeks’ vacation at the most.

Observing silence once a week is new school and multiple times a day is old school

but avoiding more than three-week intervals seems to be the absolute baseline for my teaching.

So any spiritual retreat lasting less than three weeks is really just vacationing.

And in a way, one needs to know the silence before knowing what one isn't.

Thus it's the first day after the summer solstice and sunset tonight is comparatively silent—

but the young birds love this midsummer twilight!

In the 190620th Year of the Now

We've been socially conditioned to think there is a we. And I'm writing in the royal plural for I know there is no I. Consciousness is to waves as awareness is to sea as egoic mind is to projection as super-ego is interpretation.

On the other hand, a non-judgmental mind is just the tool of being. Call this the mind of the heart. And the mind of the heart is like the hand of self-awareness, and self-awareness is a natural feature of awareness, and awareness is just a name for the absolute unknown.

It's the last full day of spring—that changing of the breath when full force form stops for a virtual second before exhaling emptiness. These days, every day seems like a year to me and tomorrow is like one o'clock. Fireflies to fireworks or is fire dreaming?

1. no name for thou.
2. Being is to Ishmael as the Absolute Unknown is to Moby Dick as Ahab is to ego as the white whale is to this critical reading.
3. “Mind is a tool of love. Love is the hand of being. Being is the heart of intentional self-awareness. Self-awareness is an omnipresent feature of the absolute.”
4. even pure awareness is not a name for tao.
5. appropriately it's been raining all day here.
6. the summer solstice is all about that space between the transformation—sing hallelujah!
7. one must know what one is before knowing one is the manifestation of the absolute unknown.
8. to be the unknown is the of meaning of all love and wisdom in this so-called comedy or opposite, this so-called tragedy, this catholic fantasy of history and desire, this Shakespearian nonduality, this wasteland, this butterfly.
a. see Ramana smile
b. pure affectionate awareness, being, mind, and self-awareness 
c. sutra tantra bhakti boghi francis jesus by el greco
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For a Firefly

The material isn't what we think it is but by believing it to be, it is.
Belief is to mind as DNA is to body.
Who Am I is the call and That I Am is response—
call this Self-awareness.

Space, time, and volition are the three dimensions of this daydream.
If universe is cause, and universe, result,
then universe is conceptual—
crow caws the causelessness of crow again.

It's almost summer solstice and I'm waiting for the fireflies.
They're always the last flower of the spring—
sometimes they don't bloom until July.
First, no one can tell you what you know is true.

 

Come June

It's the last week before the summer solstice and the frogs are in the trees. George Herbert Walker Bush is riding a cigarette boat upriver toward the heart of dark matter. And Miles Davis is hot in Paris playing birth of the cool.

My universe is self-awareness. What universe are you? I made this matter so by seeing through it I see myself as summertime and the being is green. It's not as much about the earth as it is the chemical between the rock and hard space.

Awareness reflected in consciousness is a product of the material body-mind like a Roman fountain is a product of its Roman conduit. This consciousness we dream is just my elemental gentle dreaming turned eleven thousand.

The only thing that's wrong is thinking that there's something wrong and even that's not wrong. For wisdom without compassion is like seeing in the dark without a light. It looks like nothing but it's not. The way of conditioning is in and love is out.

Craft Dreaming

Only love is motion and emotion is virtual motion.
When thought behind emotion isn't openly acknowledged
as conditioned thought but repressed

as if the supernatural does not approve of this in lesser ego,
there's either outburst or disease.
Recognition is a craft. Communication is an art.

Whether crocuses to mountain laurel
or the 4th of July,
love is not about the fall.

footnotes
there's no seconding this motion
and true mindfulness is all about emotion
maybe absolute midnight knows it all but each dawn speaks in tongues
god is my conditioning, my deconstruction, and my god
rain. statues.
intuition. expression.
spring is logarithmic.
words tend to obfuscate as much as reveal. figures of speech tend to illustrate as much as smudge but that’s the point.
tao te spring
 

The Country of Consciousness

Consciousness is this before thought and in the world of afterthought is like the unconditional love a mother shows to her newborn butterfly.

But to be conditioned to believe this love is for another and not my very nature, and this consciousness is a product of the brain

and not that amplification of awareness reflected in consciousness, is to be expected in a world of memory.


I was talking consciousness before being detoured by the mind—love is what I am as now is when I am as here is where I am

as consciousness is who I am if I am That. For consciousness is not expanding as much as thought is shrinking but it feels that way.

Listen, if the world is love being filtered by a world of thought, does the fire come from wood or that within the wood?

Mirror Country

One intuits this universal tale rising in body toward the crown of mind opening swallowing all in self-awareness

and the universe emerges from the same black hole which in evolutionary space-time comes to swallow it

for I'm the ouroboros of absolute awareness being self-aware. Somewhere around the age of two years old as I was told the age I am,

the body of the world emerged from out of nowhere.

And this world is populated by a wealth of mirrors in which I see my own projection but don't know it—

not my true reflection but the shadows cast by thought caught in the headlights of one love.

Oh the turn is not my doing but instead of looking at the world of mirrors for a slight illumination, I look within and see the light.

On the Nondual One

The concept of nonduality points only to this: the total manifestation, or universal consciousness, and the absolute unknown, or pure awareness, are not two.

Nonduality does not imply there is no one, but only that the one and none aren't two.

And before the one may know it's none in that divinity of self-awareness, the one shall recollect it's not divided.


As the mirror is spontaneously standing, mind is deconstructing, consciousness is loving, and omnipresent awareness is being self-aware.

I'm not crazy, mind you, consciousness is talking to consciousness.

Leaves breathe out what I breathe in. Summer is to green what winter is to gray. After lilacs rise the mountain laurel. When June be June.






On a Nondual June?

In other words, love and wisdom are not separate,

like love deconstructs, wisdom unites,

and all math results in unreal numbers.

In other words, deconstruction, love, and self-awareness are the holy trinity of ghost, child, and parent,

and I only pray when I'm talking to myself—

if universal manifested consciousness and absolutely unknown pure awareness are not two, why are you not being June?
 

Medical Consciousness

Consciousness appears to arise from the body brain so-called material reality because social conditioning.

But it doesn't matter to consciousness what someone thinks about consciousness. No thought survives that great leviathan of sea.

Such is the dirty secret of any meditation from whatever house. Moby Dick always wins.

So meditate the way you want, be it old school, new sutra of no thought, kali yuga tantra overflowing, paradoxical fracturing, devotional sublimation, consciousness is always stalking consciousness.

But here’s a particularly I am secret. The west may not be spiritual and the west may wrongly believe that consciousness is a secondary product of the primal brain and its materially energetic world—

but there's no confusing consciousness for some religious concept here. Except for Christian Scientists, even the most fundamental Christians believe in the science of the body.

Medically speaking, consciousness is consciousness. Oh the paradox, my local Mary Baker Eddy.

For as it is said, after consciousness talks to consciousness, no belief is worth the thought it's written on.
 

footnote 1. medical marijuana is medical because consciousness.
footnote 2. as if  i-am is the consciousness of death.
three. poor mad pip.
as contemplation is the whaleman's chapel
wu wei is on the loose
no six
7. belief in death is the greatest marketing achievement of western science.
the title came last i love it. mary baker eddy lived in this town for a few months. consciousness is why medical marijuana is more than legal now.
given, consciousness is majesty until disproven. western science, god knows it wants all funding to continue, can't prove otherwise. for before the big bang is a big black hole. and it's scientifically-proven! i am that, grasshopper.

Dreaming Mountains and Revelations

If every concept is a dream and consciousness is the mother of all concepts, is the goddess dreaming me or am I dreaming goddess?

That goddess is dreaming the goddess is the end of material history and beginning of the buddhahood embodiment of self-awareness.

For believing dream and denying dream are two sides of the coin of empire, but the antidote to material conditioning is divine imagination.

First, there is belief in mountains. Then, there is denial of the mountains. Now, there's mountains dreaming mountains.

And revelations is the goddess reminding the goddess she is the goddess in her own words.

As lilacs last in Shiva dances, a butterfly is dream and deity and summer, love.

Listen, belief, even ego, aside, I've been socially conditioned to disbelieve I'm individually universal. I am.