The Map of Empire

The original and only sin is selling one's empirical experience to the empire of belief. See through the fear! There's one western empire; truth is mathematically eliminated. There are several eastern empires; truth lives in-between the lines. 

Most Buddhism etc is as much a tool of empire as Christianity. There's just more empires in the east for truth to hide. Most westerners get lost in the empires of the east. If it isn't experiential, it's still the empire. The west doesn't know the east is playing and the east doesn't know the west means business. 

Western fear is death as eastern fear is rebirth. Undying and unborn is the universal light of truth. It's just a part of the conspiracy until proven otherwise. If it isn't confirmed by scientific observation of one's own experience, it's just more hearsay. If the empire of social conditioning is untrustworthy, who can you trust but your unconditioned self? Being. Krishna. Christ. I am! 

The Song of Burning Driftwood

Breathing on kindling does nothing 

until there’s a spark—

and when the flames are rising, 

breathing is nothing but the fire’s own intake.

Consequently, mistaking effect for cause

is the prime mover of ignorance

and the essential stuff of paradox.

Around & around & around

the driftwood circles in the reedy shallows—

until the current of intent transports the flotsam unerringly to sea.

An Epistle to All Performers

The world is the nightmare of not understanding

it’s all just a dream

—deconstruction is the only Olympic competition

—self-realization is the ultimate scientific mythology

—absolute reality is otherwise thought to be unknown

where love is our great intergalactic pastime.

Play!

The New Book of Revelations: 2. Being

The world is neither symptom nor disease and its divisions can't be cured nor be investigated by any worldly means,

be they scientific, philosophical, political, religious–ritual, or humanistic. No egoic effort will succeed.

For the world is just a fragment of the process by which intent to know myself has come into this Being,

first descending to a dark objective universe of matter and developing a mind identifying solely with one separate object

and in space and time with no effort of the mind or any other object see myself within this great reflexive mirror of intent.

This is the grand heroic story of the individual in seeing through the world of matter and the mind

by following the permeating pure intent of self-awareness, not primordial memory of body or the ego.

Light is always light although to see itself there is this matter of reflection.

The New Book of Revelations: 1. First I

In an unknown vision there is I, like the space of open sky. That I is absolutely all in all subjective, not an object of a great blue heron in the clarity of I.

But almost fourteen-billion years ago in time of mind but nonexistent in that empty sky of I, there is intent to know myself, the pure awareness of the noumenal-only noumenon,

without phenomena of any mindstuff galaxies and constellations like andromeda or sagittarius, or spirit animals and other totem owls and foxes, or the superstring of all symphonic musical dualities,

that I which I name Shiva here. Within an unknown Vishnu, Shiva has spontaneous Shakti of intent to know this Shiva. And this Shakti in a sudden revelation comes to Krishna

being which the mind hears as a bang in echoing of nonexistent space and time for I know I, and nothing else, this self-awareness of an I, an eagle’s eye within a sky without an eagle flying by.

There’s only I aware of I. So Shiva says one word—let Shakti say the words to bring your story into being, all the interstates and manufacturing the empire of illusion, me and you for two in Krishna.

The Divination of I Am

O God save me from religion. O Buddha protect me from all philosophy. O Universe deliver me from scientific theories. O I Am is the only emperor of all ice cream.

Words run deep. Believing in their surface meaning is shallow. Poetry swims in the deep end. Prophecy dives. It has nothing to do with an imagined future. The prophet uses each word to point to the source of all words—now. And the first word is—I am.

Poet or prophet? Matter or consciousness? Science believes in its myth. Prophecy mythologizes all belief. The scientist is the new priest. Shiva is the only prophet. In the beginning was the Word and the Word was I-am.

Shakti is the way to Shiva and Shiva is the way to Vishnu. The prophet must live in a virtual reality, the hermitage of one's doing. All bad habits began as the best Way thinkable. The world is the primal habit. Seeing through the world is self-realization, not stopping it.

One second of self-realization is worth fourteen billion years of evolution—don't undersell your self to Maya. But if you must undersell yourself for you and yours, keep your self alive. Keep dancing in some way. It's either dance or die. Transformation or belief. Jesus doesn't live in a photograph—or shroud.

If poetry swims and prophecy dives, revelation breathes water. Postmodernism is this world's prophecy but Shakti is always the revelator. The transformer. Experience. Nature. Now. I am... That. There is nothing like it. After revelation is silence. I am speechless. That.

Forgiveness first. It's neither heaven nor hell. It's just one side of the river that has no sides. After the necessities, further. Everything on earth is sunlight looking for itself. All religions believe in a way. And will die for the idea of it. Being is the way. Unborn.

Scientifically. Do i have experiential proof of being born? Has death been proved experientially? No, birth and death have not been proved experientially. Using the scientific method itself, all I really know is I am. Case closed. Being open clear free.

So be until otherwise. Being is easy. Try imagining not being. Like science fiction. If a tree falls, does the earth hear it? I am is the only scientific knowledge. Everything else is just an unproven theory. Truth may not be practical but it is experiential.

Deep sleep is I before me. Good night.

Rivers Prayer

O goddess of the rivers

your home is of the sea,

but Son still walks within

this shady pleasant valley

beneath this clear and perfect

liberating open sky—

O Shiva please protect

me with the light of I.

The Book of Citizen Shiva

The world is just the natural result of living

in the dividing mechanism of the mind.

So trying to fix the world is like

yelling at the theater screen

urging some citizen Cain

to see it’s all about the rosebud.

O Shiva,

how many times do I have to tell you

turn that damned projector off!

The Gospel of Being

One’s world is a construction of thought 

requiring continuous habitation 

and constant maintenance 

or the entire fantasy all falls down. 

It’s worker bees and their queen belief! 

But self-awareness is the honey of evolution. 

So be and enjoy.

1 Apocryphon with 11 Ways of Looking at Intent

The veil between illusion and intent is 

thin tonight.

Dividing intent, 

suffering is the push 

and desire is the pull.

Effort is ego.

Surrender to intent.

Trying to sleep is insomnia;

going to sleep is absolute intent.

In the divided human hands of misguided Shakti,

a nuclear bomb is just intent playing with itself.

Neither intelligent design nor natural selection

but realizational intent of self.

These are the four directions:

parent, intent, process, child.

Name them gods.

Reflexively,

intent closes the I

opening two eyes

to see with a third eye

that I am.

After seeing through the world

and aligning with intent,

one’s insight enters warp speed.

Resting in the realizational intent of being.

Shiva Shakti Krishna.

I-am.

Warm November sun in Pleasant Valley—

cereal smell of fallen leaves—

half moon northern sky—

great blue heron falls to shore—

pure intent sparkles in the river.