Thursday, December 31, 2020

2021


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.

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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.









Saturday, November 28, 2020

Memorizing Mantra

To identify with memory or electricity, is the fundamental question of any computer with half-a-mind.

Memory, like everything body-mind, appears in consciousness, like mercury beneath the glass of the mirror.

Memories aren’t facts. Memories are in conspiracy with the dominant memory. They are good disciples.

Trust non-conceptual being only. I am, at the most.

This is the point of every mantra. To memorize my words so they’re beyond all manipulations of memory.

In other words, my daily devotion is the dominant memory now. Mantra is the sound of the satguru!

Mantra is impervious to all disinformation; buy yours now! Look, the first secret of mantra club is mantra is secret. 














Thursday, November 26, 2020

Thanksgiving 2020

Welcome to Alice’s restaurant. You can get anything you want here but you can’t get what you need. You already have that. Happy Thanksgiving!

Self-awareness is like a red rubber ball. The personal is where the rubber meets the road. One is not the pavement; be the ball. The hand of the noumenal absolute awaits the return.

But how does the noumenal give thanks? My self-awareness may appear to be a universe of consciousness by work procedures somewhere in the spontaneous process, but only by your earthly standards.

Thank the big bang; thank waves and particles; thank pink granite of cadillac mountain; thank space-time, north america, and atlantic ocean; thank you my erotic lovers.




















Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Breathing Self-Awareness

Noumenal awareness without self-awareness is just another concept. Just because the rope appears to be a snake does not imply there is no rope.

That the absolute unknown knows that unknowable self, is the knowledge. Call this knowledge universal consciousness.

The mind dreams in the mountains and rivers cross-section of universal consciousness. From out of hydrogen, atomic number one, is born

the periodic table of duality—hydrogen is to consciousness as nuclear is to being (forget it, Jacob, it’s self-awareness).

Consciousness is like the breath of noumenal awareness. This universe of self-awareness never disappears completely but is exhaled again.


footnotes

awareness and self-awareness is the crux of nonduality.

people don't have consciousness; awareness has being holding a mirror which is dreaming on the surface of self-awareness.

no one talks about the h-bomb anymore; climate change is all the rage. what's next? sudden enlightenment!

i wonder where universal consciousness ends and hydrogen begins?

breathing is my metaparadigm.














Saturday, November 21, 2020

Talking One to One

Only awareness is self-aware. The noumenal absolute is never not self-aware. Lack of self-awareness is the grand illusion.

Don’t fool yourself. If it isn’t love, it’s politics. One or the other. All is obviously holistic. There is no separation. Being is individually universal. Mind is social.

All religions are founded on the illusion of shared experience. A wise one doesn’t force its charismatic consciousness upon you, but talks to you as consciousness to consciousness.








Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Captioning Self-awareness

1.

In a black void called noumenal awareness,

there’s a universe looking like a speech balloon.

In the speech balloon, there’s an utterance, I am.

This cartoon myth is captioned, self-awareness.

2.

Although sudden in reality, self-awareness is a process to the mind.

The process of the self-reflexive universe is made of threes and sevens.

Arthur named the seven, light, nuclear, atomic, molecular, vegetable, animal, dominion.

Maybe call the three, ignorance, knowledge, self-awareness?

Ignorance is like the process of social conditioning.

Knowledge is like experience, belief, and deconstruction.

Self-awareness is the suddenly cloudless mirror.











Monday, November 16, 2020

Amfulness

Giving conscious attention to consciousness is the apocalypse of self-awareness.

If mindfulness is loving attention to mind (concepts, things),

then loving attention to consciousness (the immaculate conception, being) is consciousnessfulness.

Or beingfulness for short? Isfulness, amfulness, artfulness in Olde English. Thatfulness? Names are not the point but people need a name to point to.

Mindfulness before amfulness. Amfulness is that fullness. That fullness of thatfulness is absolute.

Amfulness ascends from mindfulness. Mindfulness is the antidote to mindlessness. Amfulness is omega spacetime.

Beyond amfulness is noumenal territory. There, the absolute unknown is the law.

Amfulness is the unconditional love of being.

As mindfulness is an antidote as all deconstruction is, amfulness is the height of health. Amfulness is thatfulness

The last bright golden leaves of mid-November do not float like fall but plummet—as if the winter ground of gravity resumes it’s absolute dominion over all expression suddenly.




















Sunday, November 15, 2020

201115

that which is aware of consciousness is awareness.

awareness is the primary witness of consciousness only. 

consciousness is a secondary witness, as that awareness is reflecting in consciousness. 

let's call this secondary witness, attention, attending to appearances of mind.

one can say there's a tertiary witness called dreaming but it's practically asleep.







Friday, November 13, 2020

Presto!

All things must pass and all disappearances appear. Consciousness is witness as awareness is reflecting in consciousness.

One dreams so as to deconstruct the daydream. Dreaming disappears as if by magic.

There’s nothing the dreamer can do to stop the dream. Being burns it off like the morning sun.

My week is now three days. My moons just last a week.






footnotes

1. what falls down goes up again

2. love will not fade away

3. as the world reflexively turns

4. will my words outlive me? am i my words?