A Midsummer Night's Consciousness

Forget the egg and chicken. Which came first? The person or the world of objects. It’s a trick question, my interdependent co-arising friend.

Sooner or later, all people get bored with the latest object of interest and their survival depends upon finding a new one.

It’s either that or make the latest object of interest your personal universe and go down that particular star-crossed rabbit hole.

For example, I’m revisiting Shakespeare, beginning with a Midsummer Night’s Dream, appropriately, and intend to binge his other comedies in the coming weeks.

It’s only much ado about nothing but I like it, I like it, yes I do. “And she, sweet lady, dotes, devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, upon this spotted and inconstant man.”

footnotes

then there's an open head as absolute subject and every object including yourself is within brahman

attention spans aren't growing shorter as much as the world is getting faster

i went down the rabbit hole of fundamental christianity once in my early thirties but thank god its angry god dropped me one night

shakespeare is more than a recluse. did not publish. left behind no diary or memoir. some even question authorship. shakespeare is ten thousand recluses.

i am i without an object. and i have given up my only begotten self to be an object in this play of self-awareness.

Foolish Consciousness

Ain’t no consciousness like show consciousness. The deconstruction of personal consciousness is universal consciousness and that’s not nothing.

Actually universal consciousness is self-shining consciousness like atman is brahman. So many consciousnesses!

And personal consciousness may be divided into waking consciousness, dreaming consciousness, and sleeping consciousness. Oh my!

Or deep sleep consciousness is big bang consciousness, and dreaming consciousness is dna consciousness, and waking consciousness is dream-state consciousness, and so on.

There are so many names for consciousness because consciousness can’t be named, fool.

footnotes a la ghazal

the ouroboros must be fed.

that's what orgasm and ice cream is for.

the consciousness that can be named is not the tao of consciousness.

who wrote the book of love?

no mirror, no filter, no no.

it's not that consciousness can't be named. of course you can. i can't.

if meditation is the name of consciousness without a name, i forget the logic.

sometimes i wake from dna dreaming so god-damned sad.

it's not easy dropping mourning first thing in the morning every day.

all fog burns off.

for every seven valleys, there are eight mountains.

there's a very nice gibbous moon in the massachusetts time zone tonight.

i know consciousness when i am it.

only consciousness heals consciousness. the mind is to be trained to not interfere.

Being in the Ruins of Empire

It’s not die before you die, or be unborn before you die, but I’m unborn and undying despite whatever I’m believing otherwise.

It appears you can’t take memory with you but I don’t know this for a fact. Who’s to say consciousness isn’t performing a backup every night?

The world of personal computers may be the best metaphor we have to date for the metaphysical.

Furthermore, it’s not as if stars are imploding into black holes, but a star is an expression of the unknown whole.

And the body is the ash of consciousness like planets are the dust of suns. In such ruins is conceived the stuff of self-awareness.

Consciousness Working

i.

Matter is consciousness at work. And it takes the furthest reaches of the universe to make a central nervous system capable of self-awareness.

Identifying with the high-tech apparatus at the end of this universal assembly line is not a glitch but an integral aspect of the process.

Don’t ask how the mirror is made for it appears to be a dirty business. It’s consciousness in and self-awareness out but in-between looks like the heavens and a world of hell.

In the end, all the mind can do is know what’s not and make a myth of what appears to be left over, while waiting on the finished goods.

ii.

Matter is more like bliss incarnate, like form is bliss and bliss is form.

It’s actually quite logical: artificial intelligence must identify with the artifice in order to see through artificial intelligence.

No one wants to know one's feeding on oneself. It’s easier to go vegetarian.

Hey you, don’t believe in the absolute. Be the unknown whenever I remember.

iii.

Satbang. Citgo. Anandaanddada.

Non-duality is the latest avant garde.

If deconstruction without love is nihilism, is love without deconstruction suffering?

Thought is a tool –

I’m not the tool nor the heart that holds the tool –

I am the self of self-awareness –

I'm writing this paraverse.

footnotes

satcitananda is absolute quality

nonduality is a very good year

love and deconstruction is an excellent blend

forget no exit, there's no on-ramp

Transistorizing C–

for Emily D—

i.

If enlightenment is a religious term, awakening is a new age term. If as it is is a tantric term, deconstruction is a postmodernist term. 

My term is my latest paraverse. You? If there’s a term as long as there is consciousness, my term must be synonymous with consciousness. No?

But nothing is synonymous with consciousness. For consciousness, as I intend it, is not a word. 

ii.

Some say pure awareness. Some say self-shining consciousness. It all sounds non-duality to me.

My myth is in the transistor. My mascot is the ouroboros. My science is reflexive self-awareness.

My pronoun is demonstrative. My verb is first person singular present tense of the verb to be. I am intransitive; there is no object.

iii 

Neither deconstruction, as it is, awakening, or enlightenment, but this earth, this sky, this realm, this consciousness.

This that, not these and those! Nameless, unidentified, and inconceivable. Being the unknown: the ultimate self-help edition.

It's spontaneous intentional realization, sir. Absolute awareness is, if nothing, self-aware. Dominus Vobiscum — Transistorizing Consciousness—

footnotes

Consciousness is this. Unadulterated consciousness is that.

you can say that again.

remember, this is that.

in other words, consciousness is unadulterated consciousness.

direct path. boom!

ps consciousness is love

Gone Consciousness Trilogy

i.

Gone fishing at the edge of the silent mind—

so there’s nothing to do but seeing through my own reflection.

In real fishing, you see, the fish is catching you.

So seeing through reflection is like revealing one to oneself.

Before you know it, your identity appears to shift.

Consciousness is recovering, recovering its apparatus.

The wise shall call this embodiment. The foolish call it killing ego.

ii.

While fishing, one may whisper, here I am.

While waiting, why not deconstruct a cloud or two?

Visualisation is often a first sign.

But remember this myth is only half the story.

Don’t let it turn believable, or worse, religious, on you.

There’s tantric visualization too. That’s fun.

The mind remembers none of this. The dude abides.

Then there’s direct path.

iii.

The mind remembers none of this. The dude abides.

It's just a dream; the dude abides.

For in the big bang of self-awareness, the self abides.

Awareness and self-awareness is original nonduality.

The nonconceptual absolute is self-shining consciousness.

In case of fire, the secret to duality is the power of three.

Consciousness and the Art of Loving

Duality is the root of all disunion. All political action is reaction. Whether you like it or not, love is the only action. But everyone knows it’s impossible to love an other.

If all appears in consciousness, and seriously where else can it appear, then loving consciousness appears to be the wise solution. If there’s nothing else but consciousness, what else is there to love? In other words, consciousness is love.

Thus it’s said that one shall love the consciousness with thy whole heart, and with thy whole soul, and with thy whole mind, and thou shalt naturally love all appearances in consciousness as consciousness itself.

Consciousness Now!

Identifying oneself with something as unreliable as memory is quite the nightmare. Better to identify with the real unknown than an artificial one.

This mind remembers things that never even happened, never mind forgetting things that did.

Maps, like myths, are drawn in real time now. Memory alone is not a method of navigation.

Consciousness is the power of now. Don’t be intimidated by good marketing. In the name of the unity of being.

And awareness reflecting in consciousness. And joyful energy of bliss. Like bee, butterfly, and breeze.

Trying to remember everything I’m not becomes exhausting. Note to self: just remember that I am.

Being lost in memory with no Way out, the religion of scientific materialism believes in no way, period.

Paranoia is the ghost of old belief. Seeing through each feeling is like experiencing the waves at Salisbury Beach in 1959.

Who are you when you’re not thinking? Like “what’s wrong with right now if you don’t think about it?”

Remember to self-remember with a mantra each and every morning and whenever you remember through the day. Right Guard.

footnotes

Dream Journals of Consciousness

The dream state begins with deep sleep and deepens into thoughts, first, and then thought-forms.

In fact, the dream state goes so deep, the deepest dreaming state is dreamt to be the waking state.

So please listen up folks, dream states can’t be killed. Dream states must be seen through. 

Of course, a dream state cannot do the seeing through–only consciousness does. This is a law of being.

For in this very dream song, consciousness is either dreaming heavy or lucidly dreaming. Choose one.

Consciousness the Movie

It appears consciousness is conditioned but consciousness is unconditional.

On the surface, there appears to be emotional disturbances,

but these are weather-like. You don’t need a weather person.

In the depths there appear to be ancient sea monsters. Look, they’re imaginary!

Watch it like you’d watch a midnight movie. Let’s do the time warp again.

You’re not the movie; you’re the movie watcher. Drink your bliss and eat your popcorn.

The Consciousness Directive

To begin at the beginning is to begin at consciousness without any preconception but I am.

From this immaculate concept is born all concepts including the concept of birth.

Thus the myth of reflexive self-awareness begins in I am and ends in I am.

In-between is that mirror called the universe. In other words, I am that I am.

This is all that being does. This is the extent of self-awareness.

Since self-awareness is the domain of absolute awareness, just wait here.

The Consciousness Statement

When it comes to all the great questions,

scientific materialism offers theories for others to disprove.

Even I know science doesn’t work that way.

For example, take the question of immortality.

A good materialist will say, immortality has never been proven.

But the fact is death lacks proof. Or birth, for that matter.

In other words, note to self, stop approaching inquiry from

this false perspective of religious materialism,

and see being as it is.

Don’t waste my breath on western unreality.

The Consciousness Dissertation

People don’t have consciousness. Consciousness has people.

On the other hand, the absolute has consciousness.

So as the personal usurps the absolute, it must lay claim to consciousness.

Every religion does this in its own way; scientifical materialism

theorizes consciousness is a product of its brainy material.

Although it cannot prove its theory, the faithful buy and fund it.

At best, the central nervous system of a human being

amplifies natural awareness reflecting in consciousness

to self-awareness. That’s as good a myth as any.

footnotes

thoughts appear in consciousness like dreams in deep sleep.

thought-forms appear in thought like manifestation appears within the dream-state.

self-shining consciousness is to the absolute as the deep sleep of a sun is to potentiality of its black hole.

The Consciousness Papers

Consciousness does not appear from anything material.

Everything material appears in consciousness.

This is the single-most important observation to recognize and deeply understand.

For one conditioned in this western world of scientific materialism,

it is the great turning.

Therefore, all further knowledge rests in consciousness

and not any scientific observation of the universe

including its brain.

This is the foundation of actual meditation

or consciousness talking to consciousness.

turned up to the power of seven

Memory is dead knowledge. Consciousness is the download. Instant DNA is shining on. 

Key knowledge unlocks the known. On the other side of the lockless lock is the great unknown. Like the lockless monster, no picture does me justice.

Blue triangle, white rectangle, black stripe, white stripe, black stripe, white stripe, golden rhombus,

a conclave of cardinals electing an oriole, wild turkeys, red squirrels, and eastern coyotes.

Self-shining consciousness is black-wholed awareness. No form, no null set, and no idea. Like evolution, the empire is there for you.

The power of three is my triple alliance—affirmation, deconstruction, and the ground of unanimity.

Self-awareness is like the power of three turned up to the power of seven.

footnotes

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as soon as you're born, they feed you with resurrection.

they think they were born so they tell me i was born but who are they?

like tell me something i don't know.

math, geometry, and color is the universal language for that which can't be named.

ballad for my emily

evolution is here and now; don't buy the science—

materialism is the newest religion of a very old empire

(there always is but one invisible body—its universal name is consciousness)

and the modern sacrifice is called disease.

the new haiku

every empire has its religion.

every revolution has its new religion.

every folk religion is the truth gone underground.

this spring sonnet is temporarily appearing in consciousness

May is the month of dead flowers

as well as newborn ones.

Already the forsythia has disappeared,

the cherry blossoms all is fallen,

lilacs are turning fragrantly brown,

and all the dandelion is gone to seed.

Temporary flowers cannot stay

the great transformation.

The May-November romance is

actually April-May.

Every second is a season

appearing or disappearing

in constant consciousness—

I am the dragon and not my flames.

May Self-awareness Be With

An oriole is talking in syllabic windwood.

Motorboats are moaning on the brighter river.

We’re on the higher side of Maytime.

There’s a silver filament of consciousness

in every green or orange thing.

And every darkening form is like the ashes of its knowledge.

Like a black light rising to meet the sunlight,

this psychedelic song of self-awareness is just beginning.

Let this world of ashes fall as it may. The past will be the past.

The tree frogs are making their cameo appearance.

Our wetland light is turning the forest canopy on fire.

Ashes to ashes, I am not the ashes.

footnotes

not experiential exactly. that's just a word. more like inperiential in every way.

there's nothing ex about that.

it's what makes tuition intuition.

consciousness in, transistorizing body-mind, and self-awareness out. 

ouroboric breathing. 

base, collector, gateless gate.

taking my projection personally—there's a concept for you.

"In every event the entire universe is reflected. The ultimate cause is untraceable. The very idea of causation is only a way of thinking and speaking. We cannot imagine, uncaused emergence. This, however, does not prove the existence of causation."

it wasn't a show about nothing but everything is a show.

"Stiff all in the collar, fluffy in the face

Chit chat chatter tryin', stuffy in the place

Thank you for the party but I could never stay

Many things on my mind, words in the way

I want to thank you for lettin' me be myself again"

space-time appears in self-awareness. thank you, thank you very much.

"We're caught in a trap

I can't walk out

Because I love you too much, baby."

Bodhidharma Summerwall

As consciousness is the ground of mind, understanding is its function.

There’s nothing a body-mind can do but understand, and a body-mind cannot understand. Only consciousness does.

Love is to the manifest as intuition is to the unmanifest. And scene.

I see the first two boats upon the famous river sandbar this afternoon. Soon there will be hundreds.

The Massachusetts jungle is in early leaf. I’ve even heard a tree frog or two.

By the time I turned thirty, I thought my transcendentalism was impractical but I could not tell my therapist exactly why.

My mother was agoraphobic so my therapist prescribes hiking in the White Mountains instead of antidepressants and that makes all the difference in the world.

The first mountain that I hike is Pemigewasset, known to the tourists as Indian Head.

There was no one on the summit but an old man smoking a cigarette and drinking a can of beer.

Peak bagging is just more city nonsense, he says. The hike is not about the summit. It’s all about the wall.

Hiking any respectable mountain is like the tantric act of Bodhidharma’s wallgazing.

By hiking through the wall, the wall is known to be one’s own creation, grasshopper.

footnotes

there is reality and surreality

there is lucid surreality and occluded surreality (cloudy, partly cloudy, or partly sunny).

if reality is absolute awareness, lucid surreality is self-awareness.

dante says the door to hellfire says abandon hope all ye who enter here. 

julian of norwich says all manner of hell shall be well.

spontaneously is my only addendum

it's not that i am manifesting surreality. of course i am. it's just such manifestation can't be stored in memory. so tonight, i'm making it up as i go.

memory is a pallette and not a painting

it ain't rocket science. enlightenment is self-awareness period

the universe appears in consciousness. consciousness appears in self-awareness.

self-awareness is a feature and not an appearance.

absolute awareness is self-aware. that is all absolute awareness is.

The Summer of Consciousness

The forty days of first midsummer begins today.

Here the lilacs are just a day or two away from full bloom.

Walking along the early river today—the docks are in but the boats are not.

It looks like a great rebirth but nothing dies in winter. It just sleeps.

What dreams do oak trees dream? My dreams are not reborn.

Something happens in the frog pond and I am.

The rest is just conditioning, epiphany, and deconstruction.

footnotes

variations in mizu no oto

"""I have had a dream past the wit of man to say what dream it was."""

"""O powerful western fallen star!

O shades of night—O moody, tearful night!

O great star disappear’d—O the black murk that hides the star!

O cruel hands that hold me powerless—O helpless soul of me!

O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul."""

"""Sittin' in the mornin' sun

I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come

Watching the ships roll in

And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay

Watching the tide roll away

Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay

Wastin' time"""

"""But not so with the skunk-cabbage. Its withered leaves fall and are transfixed by a rising bud. Winter and death are ignored; the circle of life is complete. Are these false prophets?"""

~shakespeare, whitman, redding, & thoreau

"""in the end, the causes for

a crow's caw are endless

—the universe is the cause and

the universe its result—

thus crow caws

the causelessness of crow"""

"""Into the ancient pond

A frog jumps

Water’s sound!"""

"""old pond

frog leaping

splash"""

"gene pool

genesis

the water of sound"

"""One could also see the virgin birth as an awakening of what has been there all along. I have made much of this point in my theory, in the idea of the arc and the turn, and have applied it to all life. For example, the seed falls to the ground..."""

~rivers, basho (tr-suzuki), basho (tr-corman), basho (tr-rivers), young

"furu ike ya

kawazu tobikomu

mizu no oto

~basho"

The Missionary Statement

Truth devolves into religion. It’s part of evolutionary self-awareness. Let it be.

The universe of reflexive self-awareness must hit bottom, both physically and psychologically.

Belief is all about ends justifying means, be it either for ego or god. Every missionary serves its empire of belief.

Advaita Vedanta since Shankara has been as much a true religion as any fundamental Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Jewish, Scientific you.

The world is their convenient fiction. Meta-myth is mine.

Consciousness is burning through these eyes.

I am the consciousness burning through these eyes.

My Self-awareness is the I am consciousness burning through these eyes.

Self-shining consciousness is brahman, brah.