Wednesday, March 9, 2016

A Walk Through Maudslay Park 160309

Hawks be with me…

Through the bent birch gate and into the wood. Young Blake carved his name on an old ash tree. As did Ra. Into the meadow walks the purple condor t-shirt.

The last slush of winter hiding in the swamp. New boots don't fail me now! Broken arrow, fallen trees. Summer Breeze On a Winter's Day. The last great hill before the Empire of the sea.

The new blue bridge is lurking in the distance. Teardrops of snow on the northern slope. Across the river, history is busy building new condominium construction.

The Abenaki still own this land because they never claimed its ownership. The Great White Pines of Eagle Territory. An old bridge wrapping around Flotsam Cove.

The real peak of this path are these bare rocks on the great open point of river…where the southwest wind is briskly shimmering in this glittering world.


Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Being the Revelator

Being is knowledge; being the unknown is truth; only the unknown is real; reality is... It's only a rabbit hole if you believe it. Otherwise, it's instant mythology.

Right thinking deconstructs belief but being sees the truth. Deconstruction without being is the tragic error of all postmodernist thinking. And Atheism is simply pre-postmodernism.

Nisargadatta's first teaching is 'I am,' as consciousness speaks to consciousness. Only being truly deconstructs. Thinking is the tool. This is sometimes called right thinking.

Faith in the satguru is transmission of being to being. Buying water by the river lifts the fog. Grace intends faith; lightning is birdsong. Everything is intention; nothing is desire.

Intent. Grace. Faith. Transmission. Wisdom. Truth. Reality. The seven states of sudden enlightenment! Like chain lightning. And true practice is as thunder remembering its default position and resetting there.

Monday, March 7, 2016

Ode to Self-awareness

O the wonder of this self-awareness!
the Unknown knowing it is that great Unknown,
like fourteen-billion years of what is named the known
disappearing into brilliant now.

O the happenstance of self-awareness!
in-between the absolute unknown
of a nominal unborn and an epithetic afterlife is
this being that unknown.
  
O the great illusion in this self-awareness!
in attempting to be known when nothing is sincerely known
befalling to the one disease affecting
psychological distress and suffering.
 
O this natural, innate, spontaneous, and fundamental self-awareness! unobstructed by the mists of thought and tempest of belief,
the splendid goddess knows herself
and such a knowing seems to be an evolutionary universe—

but is simply, purely, plainly, only Self-awareness.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

The Voluminous Fantasia of Forgiveness

The poor girl thinks her heart is wicked but the rub is in the thinking.

Arthur Miller said to love the idiot but marry Marilyn Monroe.

John Keats said truth is beauty after he said beauty is truth; that is all.
  
Unconditional and absolute forgiveness, both of the other and oneself, is the bridge of gods.

Take two. Forgive the known and be the unknown. End scene.

Stephen Stills sang love the one you're with. It's an ancient Christian hymn. Like Hare Krishna.
  
Forgiveness is the bridge of gods. Forgiveness is the bridge of gods. Forgiveness is the bridge of gods. It's like a one hit wonder.

If it wasn't for misunderstanding, there is no understanding further.

After living the dream, be the myth. Long division is black magic; love and zero is the power and the glory.
  
It's a mirror until you see straight through it, and only light sees through the light.


Saturday, February 27, 2016

Reality’s Ninth

All is as clear as desert air.

The streetcar is desire but all the streets are in the past.

The only difference between the gods and someone mortal is appearing in this universe of self-awareness.

Coyotes howl at the moon while daytrippers stare into the mirror of the sun.

Experience cannot be memorized. Intent knows no desire.

Transformation is apparently the answer to all questions.

The night is darkest before the dawn; the mirage seems brightest at high noon.

Look. Everything is perfect as it is. There is no real thing.

Comedy, tragedy, history. Imagine not knowing your self.

Stop action. Forget cameras. See through the light.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

A Fantasia in Here and Now


No creation story needed. No apocalypse required.

No shoes, no mind, no effort.

The past is spotty; wear it lightly. Enjoy the perfect breeze.


Mythology and deconstruction are two sides of an empty coin.

Understanding and manifestation are synchronous. It is written.

A child of three sees through the terrible twos. She's like a rainbow.


The holy experiential matrix of here and now is the gospel. Truth.

Presence is the perfect meeting of sea and sky. Hallelujah!

Picture oneself as the god of the river with whitewater splash and rainbow trout.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

untitled song

all is birdsong
tern tern tern
and piping plovers

the sun is my metaphor
the sea shall be
think outside the story

choose your illusion
play the unknown
be unknown

all is absurdly perfection
beyond conception I am
self-awareness I am

Venus and Mars are Vishnu tonight
don't buy the hype Jesus lives
Nisargadatta lives

beyond quote
unquote
I am

Monday, February 22, 2016

Three Ways of Looking at Vishnu


We are like Frankenstein awakening from the material.


Sex and deconstruction are like taxis to nowhere if you don't know when to get off. Both Brahma and Shiva need their Vishnu.

Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I'm Vishnu.

Love and deconstruction are like my yin or yang roads, but Vishnu is Tao.


Deconstruction is to death as sex is to love; mere translations of Vishnu.

Vishnu is speaking to and from me when I am silent.

Gone beyond this Tao of Vishnu is going gone altogether beyond.


Tao is to intent as Vishnu is to evolution as science is to story and the chorus sings mythology.

Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu

dear me, it's as if there is a God, and God in its omnipotent power knows God the God, and I am that self-awareness, yours truly, i vishnu.


Great artists paint that what's not there. Great singers sing the silence. Great gods walk the earth. It is always that way.

This moment here and now exists forever in all of space-time as consciousness the universe and the black verb of self-awareness.


Dreaming self-awareness is self-awareness and that's the other truth.

Neither Tibet nor California but the natural state of Tantra.

See the story of my life as one of evolving self-awareness. That is the intent of transformation. My Tantra of Mythology. Song of Myself.
  

Dreaming self-awareness is self-awareness. Everything else is karmic.

Visualization is the vision.

The eye of seeing perfection is the eye of perfect seeing. Natural perfection.


A Shiva is a Brahma is a Vishnu is a rose.

In the beginning as it is in the end, DNA is to the Satguru as thought is to visualization. Remember the great perfection!

Absence, openness, spontaneity, unity. In other words. Freedom, liberty, life, love. And don't forget love.

Friday, February 19, 2016

The Four Enlightenments

So much depends upon a red tug icebreaker cruising through the silvery jigsaw ice in the great slow bend of river. The sun is my mirror. I shall not be me.

Science tells a good story. Not great but good enough for its subjects to believe. Social conditioning is deeper than you’ve been trained to think. The four enlightenments are the key to Catch-22.

1. Surrender. Follow your love. This is doing your best. Absolute intent.

2. Disbelieve. Don't take your self or other beings personally. Pay it no mind.

3. Stay awake. Don't make any new beliefs. Nor form a new religion. I am. Be.

4. Be aware. Be honest and compassionate with your word. Dream lucidly. Embodiment is I am That.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

The Book of Being

In DNA but not of DNA. As long as one identifies with the material, the world is a pestle and the universe the mortar. One can’t trump the truth forever.

Fear is the straw that sucks the space out of you. There’s no building a gentler and kinder world. Its pendulum is always swinging. Seeing through the material is the only subjective objective.

In the late October light of middle February, shadows of bare trees begin to shorten. In the middle of a tidal river, giant ice floes are resting on a sandbar. Transformation is as transformation does.

Morality is where true spirituality too often returns to die. Love is to morality as being is to thought. Don't get me wrong, morality might be a good thing, but love is everything.

As the sun is to a match, the match has its purpose, but try thinking without being. Thinking without being is as good a definition of samsara as one may think but there is no samsara in being.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

The Program. Of Light.

Young built a helicopter and in so doing came to an understanding of process and evolution. Arthur M. Young. That’s the short story. Science and the laws of nature become a longer one. Purpose: an even longer one. In the end, we come to an understanding with the number seven in creation mythologies. And then there was light. I find it to be a fine western-style visualization technique.

Evolution is a purposive process, with a reflexive shape. The first half is a fall into material determinism. Then there is a turn. And the second half is the return to freedom. Rather than laws, there is this freedom. Rather than statistics, there is individuation. Rather than objects, there is action! Subject becomes object to see ‘itself.’

The seven stages are: Light, Nuclear, Atomic, Molecular, Vegetable, Animal, Dominion. Then Light again! That first stage, Light, is completely free. Since light travels naturally at the speed of light, it’s outside of space and time, and has no mass. Pure intent.

The second stage, Nuclear, loses one element of freedom, and things are Binding. There is substance; there is force. But there is also the fog of probability. Wave? Particle? Karma.

Next, Atomic, loses another element, and Identity is gained. There is center, order, property. Chemicals have moved in. Hydrogen. Oxygen. Iron. Justice.

Then, in the midpoint, the Molecular has zero degrees of freedom; Combination has been attained. There appears to be determinism. Classical physics lived here. Not to mention DNA: the holy book of life appears in its final substage. So much for logic.

A lengthy Young interlude:
“The seventh substage, DNA…requires cells for the completion of its function, and cells belong in the next higher kingdom. It will be found that all seventh substages require the next higher kingdom to function. For example, the flowering plants depend on insects for pollination.

…What would this mean to the dominion kingdom? Since it is already the highest kingdom for the solar universe, we are led by this and other evidence to expect yet higher stages - a super arc which deals in galactic evolution. In other words, the dominion kingdom requires something beyond itself, which may help to explain why all human cultures, with the possible exception of modern man, depend on a belief in higher orders of beings, gods.

This dependence of seventh substages on the next higher stage is one of the most difficult concepts to accept because it suggests that process, at the seventh substage at least, anticipates its own future.

And there’s a great turn in the molecular, in its fourth substage, with functional compounds, the organic chemicals, important to life. And sex hormones. Separation has occurred. Negation.

Then, in the Vegetable, there is Growth, Organization. Reproduction. Negative entropy! Flowers. A rose is a rose is a rose. Affirmation.

Next, in the Animal, there’s Mobility, action, satisfaction, seeming choice. The nervous system makes it appearance. Turn it up! Also, in addition to DNA, now there is the animal soul. The birds in planetary flight and the importance of the queen bees will attest to that. Magic.

And then appears the individual soul, Atman. On that stage of the Monad, the actor we call Human Being, there’s Dominion. And irony, absurdity, detachment: understanding.

And finally there is that Self-awareness which undoes all firsts and finals within this unconditional love. I-I. Light-Light. Atman is Brahman...

is Parabrahman:
“In reality there is only the source, dark in itself, making everything shine. Unperceived, it causes perception. Unfelt, it causes feeling. Unthinkable, it causes thought. Non-being, it gives birth to being. It is the immovable background of motion. Once you are there you are at home everywhere.”
~Nisargadatta Maharaj

Monday, February 15, 2016

Pastoral (with Abbey Road Fantasia)


Begin at the beginning, Beethoven said to Alice nine times.

Corporate movies. Independent films.

The personal is to fear as deconstruction is to loathing.


Stay in love without another.

It is now as it was in the beginning and as it is in the end, the nondoer is intent, not nothing.

The Cosmo in Lowell, Jack looks at the crippled and the handicapped, Neal hits a cop car in front of City Hall.


In the land of division, spontaneity is ground zero.

It's either poetry or the absolute.

A great blue heron is wading across Abbey Road.



(Abbey Road Fantasia translated by Son Rivers)


Because the sky is blue.

Oh that magic feeling nowhere to go.

One sweet dream came true today.


Here comes the sun king.

Cuesto obrigado, tanta mucho, ‘que/cake’ and eat it, ‘carousel/cara sole’ (this thanks, very much, that/cake and eat it, carousel/dearest sun).

Such a dirty old man / you could say she was attractively built.


But I knew what I could not say.

Sleep little darling do not cry and I will sing a lullaby.

You're going to carry that weight a long time.
And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day.

Abbey Road Fantasia translated by Son Rivers


Because the sky is blue.

Oh that magic feeling nowhere to go.

One sweet dream came true today.


Here comes the sun king.

Cuesto obrigado, tanta mucho, ‘que/cake’ and eat it, ‘carousel/cara sole’
(this thanks, very much, that/cake and eat it, carousel/dearest sun).

Such a dirty old man / you could say she was attractively built.


But I knew what I could not say.

Sleep little darling do not cry and I will sing a lullaby.

You're going to carry that weight a long time.
And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day.

Pastoral


Begin at the beginning, Beethoven said to Alice nine times.

Corporate movies. Independent films.

The personal is to fear as deconstruction is to loathing.


Stay in love without another.

It is now as it was in the beginning and as it is in the end, the nondoer is intent, not nothing.

The Cosmo in Lowell, Jack looks at the crippled and the handicapped, Neal hits a cop car in front of City Hall.


In the land of division, spontaneity is ground zero.

It's either poetry or the absolute.

A great blue heron is wading across Abbey Road.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Numerological Enlightenment

No one 
hears a world 
falling in the forest.

One 
attends to one
not two.

Two 
always appears 
to be two to two.

Three 
is truly 
the mystery.

Two 
is just 
an illusion.

One
is the one
that is the unknown.

No one
comes to not two
except through the one.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Fifth Fantasia


What Trickster should I be tonight? Some Puck or Crow or Kappa?

On the slopes of Mount Osore in volcanic waters of an onsen, I bow before the water deity.

Poet, father, mystic, I. These are a few of my favorite words.


Only being knows of lucid dreaming, cabbages, and kings.

Somewhere between cicadas and a Golden Buddha, I meet an ancient Chinese woman on the steps of Yamadera, and she takes a picture of me.

All my life, through all the transformations, significant or otherwise, I'm on the way to Graceland.


Whatever confidential character I dream, it's only proof I am that great unknown.

Ah! Matsushima! Ah! Big Sur! Ah! Nisargadatta! Ah! I am!

On the shores of Lake Chocorua, before the distant peak of Passaconaway, I watch my daughter make-believe while knowing all is love.

The Limits of Deconstruction

The Empire never loses. It just co-opts the new next story. Constantine buys Christianity. Disney buys Star Wars.

A person not busy deconstructing is busy serving the Empire.

Deconstruction is always lovingly impersonal. No material or worldly violence is ever needed.

The greatest error of personal deconstruction is nihilism.

Nothing is the greatest concept. Subtraction is the work of mind. Being is limitless.

(It's as if the mind in deconstructing itself continues madly into negating being, creating this black hole of an ultimate concept.)

The unknown isn't nothing. Being isn't unknown.

Being is true knowledge. Being knowing being is unconditional love. Being knowing the unknown is self-awareness.

In this way it's all about being the unknown.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Harbinger, Herald, Courier, and Prophet

Death is a concept. The person is a concept.
So death is a concept about the end of a concept.
Therefore ask yourself today: am I a concept?

One doesn't really die before dying.
One kills the concept one thinks one is.
The emperor has no clothes. I am.

On the other hand, lucid dreaming knows
the clothes one wears and wears them well.
But there are tricksters tricksters everywhere!

Some like Coyote believe in tricks
and so become outsmarted by them.
Raven flies on black wings.

Monday, February 8, 2016

The Basic Secret

Evolution is about the journey from self-centeredness to self-awareness and back again.

Science only tells the surface story.

This game of clue always ends with the rattlesnake in the garden with its so-called tools of knowledge.

Deconstruction is the first sign of the personal apocalypse.

If belief is fundamental to the transformational existence of the world, who am I?

I dream. Therefore I know I am.

And there’s the ancient way of unknowing who I think I am.

The basic secret to nonduality is either way I am.

Believe it or not, nonexistence takes thinking.

Simply being is meditation enough.

And lucent dreaming is being enough.

Deconstruction is always further. Dreaming is always now.

The basic secret to nonduality is either way I am...

Between Baroque and Nonduality

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan. In apricot is doing not.

And absolute intent is only delayed by thought.

Meanwhile surfing a wave is a reoccurring metaphor in all the great works of California.


Wouldn’t it be nice if God only knows—

(translating the sage in saying
following only love
appears as equal measures of pain and pleasure
but really is constantly always
pure bliss)

what’s in a name Wolfgang Amadeus Malibu?


Quicksilver radical in inner-knowing knowing nothing, one is next to godliness, but being is the absolute unknown!

One personal story tells the curious marriage of not-knowing and the magnificent distrust of the known.

Coyote trips between the thin and ever-thinning stretch of beach between the dunes and sea—until Xanadu!


If a sonnet is fourteen lines, an epic is at least double-digits.


Fantasia Number Three


Watching the wind-swept snow, the mind is moving.

In a sudden stillness, snowflakes surface from a barren current.

Then in a change of wind direction, wintry ghosts are swirling in their dervish robes.


This cutting scene is taking place before a triptych picture window.

Inside pictures of New England mountains hang on milky walls.

Meanwhile a forty-one inch television screen is holy with obscure blackness.


There are no mirrors outside. There are no mirrors inside. I am the only mirror.

First, there is a snowstorm. Then there is no storm. Then there is.

But in an Arizona desert, ravens finger blue guitars.

Superstring Quartet

Nothing but a dream 
wrapped in a dream 
inside a dream 

deconstructing personal belief
resting in universal existence
waiting silently—

for the intent of that absolute unknown
awakening harmonics

surrendering to intent
enjoying the flow of absolute intent
being intensity!

Friday, February 5, 2016

The Sage in Snow

Near the final moments of this latest winter storm event, the sky turned rose-colored

is the snow on trees turned rose-colored is the air itself turned rose-colored

and the universe appeared to look at me and I was looking at the universe and rose-colored glasses was our common god.

Then night fell and the trees were ghostlike earthlings visiting an alien environment as if their god had banished them from nature.

But if they keep an open mind, one sees the universe is in my head and every thought is just illusion turning self-aware.

In the morning, everything was not only black and white, but cardinals, blue jays, evergreens!

And so the sun is telling us we’re everything. The snow is telling us we're nothing. Between the two, the songbirds sing.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Chuang Tzu Absolutely Loves Freud

The Zhuangzi woodwinds of the earth are practicing tonight.

Whatever sounds appearing in tonight’s Fantasia aren’t in any way my doing.

This, that, these, and those are not demonstratively dissimilar.

The sorcerer’s apprentice is following this low and powerful intent.

This is always that—but that is never this—although if truth be spoken—this is only that because that.


The wind cries holy Mary mother of that absolute unknown and blessed is one among the universe and blessed is the fruit of your imagination!

In the beginning is the butterfly and everything to come is shaped by special effects.

In the name of love the tongue of sky is kissing this holy country of nameless depths,

Martians and werewolves and lovers oh my!

Out of its angelic silence, the wind is whispering in a still great voice—the unknown is, the unknown is, the unknown is—and I am that.


At this age, I have to be told what to write although I only listen to my self.

Orange green and black or white the sky is blue the sun is red in violets growing royal flush i love you—love you—love love love!

If division, love. If one, three. Eastern white pines in a northwest gale.

Four. Love the unbelievable and the universe is yours!

Jesus Mary and Joseph, how many hurricanes and earthquakes or lifelong heartbreaks do i have to say the way is love stop—love death—love stop

Hokusai, Mount Fuji, and I

I just changed the wallpaper on my Zenfone, yes it's called a Zenfone,


to Hokusai's 'Great Wave' where Mount Fuji looks from a distance


with dispassionate and unobstructed views at men in long boats


about to be enveloped by the ivory claws of transformation.


I saw Mount Fuji once myself while traveling the commuter rail


from Tokyo to Narita International. It was on a long and gentle turn


when its iconic shape came into view. It lasted for what seems a minute,


like an enigmatic whisper, like a voice behind a wall inside a dream,


and when the train had found its new assuredly unswerving direction,


I knew beyond that sea of great uncertainty there's never anything but
sky.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

untitled

Float like Mozart. Sting like Zhuangzi. One heart leads to another. Third time is a charm.

Old math. Two hearts are better than one. Full house trumps no mind. Jokers are wild.

Basho
In the library
With haiku

Mojave desert
Without a water bottle—
The traffic center!

After thinking I am is I am; on knowing I am is I-I.

Samsara and Indians

Dylan going electric might be the uber myth for 'my generation.' Belief surrenders to being. Judas!

Action precedes words. I am the way. If you meet Bob on the road, don't kill him. Just don't follow him any further.

To dream or not to dream is not the question. Mozart was yet another crack in the western wall that finally fell in 1968.

The current restoration dates to 1980. Deconstructing versus building: in any dream, it’s no contest.

To dream i am dreaming is like a mirror reflecting a mirror. I am between the mirrors.

Restoration always means death for the latest Indian. The big secret is Indians never die. Self-awareness is a good day to die.

Beethoven’s 19th Nervous Symphony

When a dream is over, it's like it never happened. I am, therefore That is. To exist is nothing. To know that I exist is everything.

The river flows, for being is conditioned to see a river flow, the wind blow, the grass grow, high and low, yes and no, allegro and adagio.

The sun is shining on the water and the breeze is blowing from the south southwest and all that’s missing is the red-winged blackbirds.

Self-awareness is such an explosive encounter, one must conceptualize that experience before handling.

First, untrain the mind to play off the conditioned beat. This is the true counterculture. Live as if there’s no time. Scan your own meter.

It’s not about freedom; it’s about intent. One doesn’t kill the id or ego, DNA or social conditioning; one surrenders to disbelief.

Deconstruction is to disbelief as surrender is to intent as who am I is to I am. Rivers and mountains and sea oh my!

Self-awareness is the being and the bliss and the knowledge. Truly without human form, amen.

Canoeing the Concord River with my 8-year old daughter—a great blue heron witnessed at the moment of taking flight—a coyote crosses I-40.

Living like there’s no tomorrow is still living as if there’s time.

On the final steps of the western slope, the boundless dawning of the sea.

Nothing to know is easy. Nothing to teach is hard.


Friday, January 29, 2016

The Daily Current

The river hasn’t iced completely over yet this year although there were some days when it appeared it had.

They say the ocean temps are warm this season what with the record high December temperatures experienced.

Today the Merrimack is flowing black as unadulterated coffee underneath an overcast late January sky.

Minor slabs of ice came floating leisurely upstream while the tide was coming in this afternoon.

I watched the seagulls closely cross the heart of river in the name of wings and wind and holy largemouth bass.

Then an eagle flew with straight determination past those eastern white pine trees on the far shore.

And now I’m at a loss of words illuminating everything transpiring on this open closer one.


Thursday, January 28, 2016

Fingers Against the Glass

“I  put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried.” ~Bob Dylan

The morning dew in summer doesn't. The fool and the artist are never two. The Big Bang is always shooting Moby blanks.

Call me who am I. And the colored girls go who am I when I’m not thinking who I am.

Enjoy, for this dream is never born. Every apocalypse is in my mind but still I honor all who suffer thus.

If eastern wisdom seems like western fantasy to you, is it? Science is a theory and I am a fact. What is your experience?

Don’t think about it. Conditioning is deeper than you think. Prophecy is personal. Revelation is experiential. Apocalypse is that.

Call it story or mystery, but I can’t explain that. Last night I purchased the complete symphonies of Mozart for ninety-nine cents. Explain that.

I am. You are. Explain that in ten thousand words. Self-awareness is my manifestation. Death is your social conditioning.

Always, the other is my mirror. Peace children, it's just one love away. Have compassion for the devil. Being is the saint.

The only hell is in thinking you're not the light. And so the light one is burns such thought away.

Revelation is the voice. Prophecy is the translation. For relaxing times, make it Suntory time.

Past is cause. Future is effect. Now is causeless. Basho never looked beyond the first two lines. The third rail is always the live one.

Synchronicity is more than just a coincidence. Three gods are better than none. Feel the love and respect an addiction.

After hiking a mountain, sit down. After sitting down, hike the next mountain. If the slope doesn’t kill you, the peak will.

Before self-awareness is self-awareness. A mirror looks into a mirror. In the end, only self-awareness is the practice for self-awareness



Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Ode to Light

O light of love this undivided being and intent of that unknown
the absolute unknown in sudden and spontaneous self-awareness
which descended into matter in a process all that jazz of space-time
quantum physics and atomic hydrogen molecular illusionary structure
like a solid and granitic rock of ages rock of crystal thunderstruck
by some organic movement of the light and by the light and for the light
and rising like a phoenix of the mind from single cell to vegetable
to animal to anthropoid Erectus and Neanderthal and something like
bicameral division resulting in conditioning of light the filtering of light
from love to raw emotion fear in many colors separation violence and war
until I meet the Satguru embodiment of light the water table light
the well of light the fountain of the light and see I am the rising
column of the light Arjuna light who uses tools of thought to deconstruct
conditioned thought and when the human form is finally shed
like snakeskin ego all remaining is the space of light the light of love
affectionate awareness self-awareness all there is and I am, I am, I am
That.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

The Stagecraft of Conceptual Art

Objects, books, and wall-hangings—secret noises, running water, and a constant hammering of steel on wood—people populate the empty spaces.

A classic Hopi pot finely painted with a red and black migration pattern sitting on a narrow obsidian tower.

The Iliad, Mediations on the Tarot, Tao Te Ching, Great Fool Zen Master Ryokan, The Oxford Anthology of Bhakti Literature, Emily Dickenson.

A Mesoamerican rug with rows of emblematic corn woven on a shimmering turquoise field divided by fringed ribbons of pastel-colored stripes.

(“I'm back. I'm home. All the time, it was… We finally really did it. You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!”)

Outside the Merrimack River is flowing from the White Mountains and Lake Winnipesaukee while inside the Powow River is flowing from a shower head.

Vertical two by fours are rising interrupted by eleven windows, three doors, and several other apertures, capped by a roof with a chimney running through it.

The mind is an energetic open space imbued with nothing but the stagecraft of conceptual art intending self-awareness. Aum, Amen, and Silence.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Dark Night of That Perfect

Firm belief is like a daylight boat
with leaks as wide as nighttime skies
and wild conspiracies are always born
because the boat is always sinking.

Such a world of constant
doubt is always quick to point
a finger at some other rather than
the mystery enveloping the moon.

Other than being, nothing is known,
and all alleged knowledge is
a theoretical house of cards
collapsing into being that unknown.

In the dark night of that perfect
clarity of space, coyotes howl,
who hears and no one listens.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Voice Lessons

The world is a dividing machine. Habitually, love goes in to the world and belief & discord comes out of the world.

To be love in the world, not belief of the world, is the prime directive of intent, training mind for the function in reflexive self-awareness—

impeccability in love’s expression from the mind and detachment from beliefs of the mind.

A single songbird is singing clear in the space of bare trees.

Friday, January 22, 2016

One and That

Love is the light
that grows this life
into being.

The world is a thought
which shadows sight.

Love and thought
mirrors
war and peace.

Still,
love is one and that is all.

The Median Way

Only the mind can assert existence 
or deny it.

Thus the mind 
is quacking—

neither bewitching nor nihilistic
but betwixt and between,

one rides
the median

of being
that unknown.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Quack of Consciousness

Consciousness catches a virus, 
coming down with this severe 
case of the world. 

Symptoms may be more or less contained
but the only certain cure is silence
as consciousness heals itself.

Thus speaks the quack
being is the healing.

Consciousness speaks to consciousness in energetic radiating revelation there is no virus and original enlightenment is all there ever is.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Thesis of Intent

Genesis is intent.
Universe is intent.
Mind is intent.
Evolution is intent.
Nightmare-dreamstate is intent.
Awakening is intent.
I am intent.

That.

Beyond effort is intent.
Effectual intent is the only effort that exists.
Personal effort is dreamstate effort and that’s not effective at all.

As personal effort drops in this process of intent, effectual intent is embodied in the awakening process of

surrender,
enjoyment,
intensity.

Death and Resurrection of Christian Wisdom

(selections from Elaine Pagels. Revelations: Visions, Prophecy, and Politics in the Book of Revelation)

1. Romanizing Christianity, Christianizing Rome

Then, by a miracle, many said, less than a year later, on October 28, 312, Constantine, son of one of the imperial rulers, anticipating battle the next morning against his rivals for imperial power, suddenly adopted Christ as his patron. …Constantine said later that he had seen a great omen in the sky, and then in a dream, that promised him victory through Christ’s sign. Constantine ordered a copy of that sign—a staff with letters indicating Christ’s name—to be emblazoned on a banner and carried before his army, and under this sign he defeated and killed Maxentius, his rival emperor in the West. The next day he entered Rome in triumph, hailed as emperor. Shortly afterward, Constantine and his coregent, Licinius, published an edict declaring Christianity a legal religion and allowing what Tertullian had only dared imagine—each person free to worship “as seems good to him.”

(...)

Now that Constantine had ended persecution, Christians began to contend among themselves more intensely than ever. The emperor’s favor enormously raised the stakes, for after he took Christ as his patron, Constantine opened his imperial treasuries to rebuild churches previously targeted for destruction. Christian clergy, once hunted and haunted by fear and memories of those horribly killed, now received tax exemptions and special privileges.

(...)

After the year 312, when Constantine first declared his preference for Christianity, he had chosen to become the patron of those Christians who called themselves catholic (from the Greek for “universal”). Within a few years he had adopted their practice of calling all other Christian groups, along with their clergy, heretics—that is, in effect, sectarians—who, he now declared, had no legal right to meet for worship, even in private homes, much less to own churches. In 324 he “legislated an end to all heretical sects” and ordered that their property be confiscated and turned over to Catholic Christians.

(...)

Constantine, concerned with managing his enormous empire, noted with approval that Catholic clergy had adopted the Roman army’s system of rank, command, and promotion to create effective control over a wide network of congregations. In this way, Christian leaders Romanized Christianity, while Christianizing Rome.


2. Revelations, Heretics, and Nag Hammadi

Alexander effectively won the right to supervise not only the churches in Alexandria but those in all of Egypt. Three years later, Alexander died unexpectedly, and while a council of more than fifty bishops gathered to choose his successor, seven others met separately and ordained Athanasius, the former bishop’s young secretary, as the new head bishop. This outcome was intensely disputed. Those opposed to Athanasius objected that he was not even a priest and, at age twenty-eight, below the minimum age requirement for a bishop…

(...)

Bishops loyal to Melitius immediately challenged Athanasius by electing a bishop of their own. To their shock, however, the emperor effectively ratified Athanasius’ election when he sent a message congratulating him. With this victory, Athanasius confronted the challenge that would engage him for the next forty-six years: how to weld the disparate believers and groups throughout Egypt into a single, Catholic (that is, “universal”) communion.

(...)

…besides schismatic priests and bishops, Athanasius also confronted thousands of Christians in Egypt, many in the monastic movement, who had remained independent of his ecclesiastical hierarchy and, in some cases, of any clergy. How, then, could Athanasius induce all Christians in Egypt to conform to the complex formulas expressed in the Nicene Creed and herd these various believers all over Egypt into a single “flock” headed by himself, as bishop of Alexandria?

(...)

During his long struggle to accomplish this, Athanasius found an unlikely ally in John of Patmos—especially as Irenaeus had read him. For as we noted, Irenaeus interpreted God’s enemies, whom John had pictured as the “beast” and the “whore,” to refer not only to Rome’s rulers but also to Christians deceived, by the false teacher he called Antichrist, into false doctrine and into committing evil. Apparently familiar with earlier Jewish traditions about such an “anti-messiah” (which translates as “antichrist” from Greek), Irenaeus linked these falsifiers with John’s visions of the beast, to warn of the danger to God’s people from within the churches as well as from the outside. Athanasius, who had found an ally in the emperor Constantine, initially omitted any reference to “the beast” as embodied in Roman rulers. Instead he emphasized Irenaeus’ view that those who follow “the beast” (whom he, too, identified with Antichrist) are actually those Christians whom he called heretics.

(...)

Like Bishop Irenaeus two centuries earlier, Athanasius turned John’s visions of cosmic war into a weapon against those he called heretics—“Melitians,” “Arians,” or, in his favorite phrase, “Ariomaniacs,” who “fight against Christ.” Athanasius insisted that Constantine had been right to promote the council at Nicea as uniquely valid, since there, he said, “all the fathers” had supported the true faith against the “Antichristian heresy.” When living in an empire ruled by a Christian who supported his Arian opponents, then, Athanasius interpreted John’s Book of Revelation as condemning all “heretics,” and then made this book the capstone of the New Testament canon, where it has remained ever since. At the same time, he ordered Christians to stop reading any other “books of revelation,” which he branded heretical and sought to destroy—with almost complete success. For although Irenaeus, in his massive book Against Heresies, had denounced such “secret books” two hundred years earlier, Athanasius knew that many Christians in Egypt either were unaware of that ancient warning or ignored it. Many continued to copy and read such books for devotional use, even translating them into Coptic to make them more accessible. Athanasius had heard, too, that in some monasteries monks read and discussed such “secret books” both in private and in their communal devotions. These books have remained largely unknown, since nearly all copies were destroyed as heretical after the fourth century; but the cache of more than fifty so-called Gnostic gospels and “secret books” found in 1945 at Nag Hammadi, in Upper Egypt, survived Athanasius’ order. Although we don’t know exactly who hid them there or where they had previously been kept, they had been buried in a sealed jar within walking distance of three monasteries, near caves where monks went to meditate and pray.


3. Following Pachomus into the Unknown

Pachomius said he had received a divine revelation telling him to build a communal house that he hoped would become an outpost of heaven on earth. Claiming his vision’s guidance, he urged others seeking God not to live simply as “solitaries” but as members of a spiritual community. Pachomius persuaded a few followers to work with him and build a mud-and-brick house that could accommodate several hundred men, a building later called by the paradoxical term monasterium—in effect, a “community of solitaries.”

(...)

Several years later, after this communal house had attracted many more rural Egyptians, including many experiencing economic hardship, by offering shelter, food, and work in the setting of a spiritual family, Pachomius traveled to a village near Nag Hammadi to supervise the building of a much larger monastery. This one, built to house thousands of volunteers, would later become the headquarters of a network of nine monasteries that he and his staff would supervise along the Upper Nile, along with two affiliated communities of women.

(...)

At the large communal house near Nag Hammadi, fifty miles north of present-day Luxor, some monks worked in the fields to raise lentils, okra, and grain, while others washed clothes, cleaned rooms, cooked, baked bread, and wove baskets and rope to sell at markets in town to support the community’s needs. New recruits who arrived knowing how to read and write worked in a room set aside as a library. Some copied Coptic manuscripts of the Scriptures and other writings, while those who knew Greek translated sacred writings from Greek into Coptic to be read to the whole community.

(...)

As evening darkened into night, a newcomer seated among his monastic “brothers” might hear sacred readings from the Scriptures and, since no New Testament canon had yet been codified, also from books that Athanasius would condemn as “heretical.” As the reader opened the heavy leather cover of Codex I, one of the thirteen volumes found at Nag Hammadi, and began to read the Prayer of the Apostle Paul, written on the flyleaf, a newcomer listening to evening devotions might have shared in the intense expectation it expresses

(...)

This prayer speaks to those who long for communion with God, and who hope to glimpse what the apostle Paul called “the deep things of God.” The reader would probably conclude with the exclamation that the scribe had added to the prayer—“Christ is holy!” Then, turning to the Secret Revelation of James on the next page, he might begin to speak, in effect, in the words of Jesus’ brother James as he answers a seeker’s request

(...)

Instead of being told that one can learn about Jesus only from what the apostles wrote and handed down in their writings, the Secret Revelation of James invites the believer to commune directly with “the living Jesus”—even challenges one to become like him. Rather than being put off with simple answers, the novice is encouraged to ask bolder questions:

(...)

The newcomer might have to wait for the next session, on another night, to hear readings from the Gospel of Truth, which follows next in the same volume and speaks to these questions, offering to reveal “the true gospel.”

(...)

Hearing such sources read aloud, most likely on successive nights—in gatherings for devotions that might conclude with the group praying together and sometimes embracing before sharing the sacred meal—the novice might be moved to hear the final teaching in Codex I speak poetically of whence we came and where we are going. For the Tripartite Tractate that concludes the book we call Codex I expands what the Gospel of Truth had sketched out: how, in the beginning, each of us—and all beings in the universe—came forth from God, the Father, “like a young child, like a drop of water from a spring, like a blossom from a vine.” Although originally all were linked together, the Tripartite Tractate, like the Gospel of Truth, tells how they became scattered and separated, then turned arrogant and violent, lusting for power, fighting to dominate and kill one another, as people do in the outside world. Those gathered in the monastery, hearing this account, could see themselves as God’s children, whom Christ had brought back and joined into one community so that, as this final teaching concludes, they might “help one another” as they seek to be reunited with “the One filled with love, through his holy spirit, from now through all generations, forever and ever. Amen.”

(...)

Some scholars who first read these texts after their discovery in 1945, noting how they diverge from orthodox tradition, assumed that monks would have collected such writings only to refute the heresy they found in them. More recent research suggests, however, that early in the fourth century, before Athanasius’ campaign to reform the monasteries had succeeded in making them conform their teaching to orthodox doctrine, many monks might have seen these diverse writings pointing in the same direction as the great pioneers of their own monastic tradition. Athanasius knew, of course, that monks in the federation based at Nag Hammadi looked above all to Pachomius, their monastic “father,” who urged them to press into the unknown, seeking the Holy Spirit’s guidance, as he did himself, while countless others looked to Anthony of Egypt, that great pioneer of the spiritual life.


4. Replacing Experiential Anthony with the Life of St. Anthony

Anthony, born in Egypt around 250, had given up the wealth and hundreds of acres of land he had inherited when his parents died to live alone in the desert seeking God. In his later years, after he had become a mentor to monks all over Egypt and a legend throughout the empire, he wrote letters addressed to his “dear children” who sought to follow his example. Anthony encouraged them to undertake “fasts, vigils, exertions and bodily disciplines” until “the guiding spirit begins to open the eyes of the soul,” since the purpose of such exercises was to discover one’s true self in God.

(...)

Although influenced by Plato and by the brilliant Christian teacher Origen, Anthony speaks in these letters to his “brothers and sisters” with utter simplicity, stressing the practical results of living the “angelic life”: “whoever harms his neighbor harms himself … but whoever knows himself knows all things … and whoever is able to love himself loves all.” Because what matters most is receiving the Holy Spirit’s guidance and coming to know oneself, Anthony offers no doctrines that he requires believers to learn, and no beliefs that he demands they accept. Instead, as the scholar Samuel Rubenson says, since “the chief criterion is experience,” Anthony “invites and implores the reader to discover and understand himself.”

(...)

When Athanasius set out to unify Christians all over Egypt into a single communion, then, he had to deal not only with Pachomius’ federation, which had expanded by 360 C.E. to include twelve communities housing thousands of men and women, but also with another network of monasteries initially loyal to his old rival Melitius, as well as lesser-known groups of Christians living in private houses, individual shelters, and monasteries that have left fewer traces. Leaders in such groups, as well as freelance teachers and “fathers” like Pachomius, tended to resist attempts to intervene in their affairs, much less to control them. As monks set out to build new houses in territory that bishops and priests claimed as their own dioceses, they often clashed with the Catholic clergy.

(...)

When Athanasius sought to overcome resistance from monastic establishments, he chose a more effective strategy than accusing their most respected leaders of demonic possession. Instead he effectively coopted the most famous of them—Anthony—by writing an admiring biography picturing Anthony as his own greatest supporter. Since Anthony had died, Athanasius had a somewhat free hand, and his biography turned Anthony into a model monk—a model, that is, of what the bishop wanted monks to be. For in his famous Life of Anthony, the sophisticated and fiercely independent teacher known from his letters disappears, and Athanasius replaces him with his own vision of an ideal monk—an illiterate and simple man. So while Anthony’s letters show him to be educated in philosophy and theology, Athanasius pictures him as someone who despises educated teachers as arrogant men who are ignorant of God. And although in his letters Anthony never mentions bishops, clergy, or church rules, Athanasius pictures him instead as a humble monk who willingly subordinates himself to the clergy and “the canon of the church.” Athanasius also depicts Anthony as one who hates Christian dissidents as much as he did—and who, like the bishop himself, calls them not only heretics but “forerunners of Antichrist.” Far from acting as an independent spiritual mentor, Athanasius’ Anthony pleads with the bishop to not allow anyone to revere him, especially after his death. As the biography ends, Athanasius pictures Anthony bequeathing all that he has—his sheepskin cloak and his outer garment—to Athanasius and the bishop’s trusted ally, Bishop Serapion of Thumis, to show that Anthony regarded them as his spiritual heirs and trusted them to guard his memory. Athanasius’ Life of Anthony became hugely popular and widely read throughout the empire, even inspiring Saint Augustine and his friends, who read it in Italy long after Athanasius wrote it, to become monks themselves; it continues to influence people who choose monasticism even today.

5. Wisdom Going Underground until the Atomic Age

Athanasius did not stop with his Life of Anthony, but went on to take more active measures to influence, and finally control, the monasteries. When Pachomius died of plague in 346, plunging the federation into a leadership crisis, Athanasius intervened.

(...)

Unlike Pachomius, who had tended to avoid Athanasius, Theodore, widely regarded as more pragmatic, had maintained frequent contact with the bishop. When Theodore finally took charge as leader of the federation, he formalized connections between the monastic federation and the church hierarchy, deferentially addressing Bishop Athanasius, along with the deceased Pachomius, as “our father”—that is, as a respected mentor from whom he accepted direction.

(...)

A few years later, in 367, when Athanasius wrote a famous Easter letter telling Christians what henceforth they could hear, teach, and discuss—and what to censor—Theodore gathered his monks together and had the bishop’s letter read aloud. Recognizing that the bishop’s letter mandated major change, Theodore had it written out in large letters on the monastery wall.

(...)


Yet in that famous Easter letter in 367, Athanasius goes on to say that even establishing a fixed New Testament “canon” is not enough. Because he has heard that “the heretics” boast “about the books they call ‘apocryphal,” Athanasius orders that no one is to discuss or teach, much less read, what he calls the “empty and polluted” books written and revered by people “who do not seek what benefits the church.”

(...)

We do not know exactly what happened in response to Athanasius’ letter. What we do know is that, whether in response to this letter or to later denunciations of writings associated with Origen, some time after Theodore ordered the bishop’s letter to be copied onto the monastery wall at Nag Hammadi, someone—perhaps monks resisting the bishop’s order—took more than fifty sacred writings, including gospels and secret “revelations,” packed and carefully sealed them into a six-foot jar, and buried them for safekeeping near the cliff where they were discovered nearly fifteen hundred years later, in 1945, and came to be known as the Gnostic gospels.



Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Pop Quiz

Isn't it funny how 
separation continues 
to break the nondual circle?

There is no other. 
Secondary characters 
need not apply. 

Clarify this understanding, mirror.

Experiential insight is all.
No belief. No argument.
No nothing.

Love of the positive,
compassion for the negative,
forgiveness in transformational atonement.

snippets from 'Beyond Space and Time'

"The whole universe is not big enough for even one particle." ~Vivekananda

“Out of those things our bodies are made, and all of those things were made out of hydrogen by what we call transformational causation.”

“But the hydrogen does not arise by transformational causation. It cannot arise by transformational causation.”

“Hydrogen is made of energy, and energy cannot arise by the transformation of energy.”

“The kind of causation by which we see this thing is a causation by mistake…the kind of thing that you do when you mistake a rope for a snake.”

“Nothing happens to the rope.”

“The Gunas are about some entirely different kind of causation.”

the veiling power of tamas; the projecting power of rajas; the revealing power of sattva.

tamas: you fail to see the rope rightly.

rajas: you see the rope as something else.

sattva: you still saw the rope in the first place, but only have mistaken it for a snake.

“The first cause is apparitional. Nothing has happened. Nothing whatsoever.”

the five elements are actually five energies and are perceived through the five senses.

all five elements are the transformational causations arising from the primal apparitional causation: from brahman arises akasha.

the first element is akasha, sometimes translated as ether, is the gravitational energy of matter dispersed in space, perceived thru the ear.

the 2nd, vayu, usually trans. as air, is kinetic energy, as matter in space falls together by gravitation. perceived as temp thru skin.

3rd is tejas, trans. as fire, is radiation, as excess kinetic is lost to surrounding space. perceived thru the eye.

4th/5th, ap/prithivi, trans. as water/earth, are electricity and magnetism, twins, perceived thru tongue and nose.

“Gravity is the undividedness seen in the divided.”

“Inertia is the changelessness seen in the changing.”

“Electricity is the infinitude seen in the finite.”

“Everything in the universe runs toward the changeless, toward the infinite, toward the undivided. There are no other goals.”

“All actions are transformational in nature and they arise only within the domain of the apparition.”

“Through space and time it is not possible, by transformational causation, to reach that which is beyond space and time.”

“We got in by apparition, we’ll get out by undoing the apparition.”

“First is to discriminate between the rope and the snake. Second is to cease being snake fanciers.”
  
from “Beyond Space and Time” by John Lowry Dobson


a series of reposting essential posts from previous blogs: the quantum john l. dobson sutra posted 09-Jun-2011

Friday, January 15, 2016

A Course in Revelations

The mind is the reflective mirror in the process of Self-awareness. Evolution is clearing the dust. See? But the world is always in the middle ages between the prehistoric and the agelessness of enlightenment.

Bodhisattva is not the only post-awakening pre-samadhi existence. Just one. And it's definitely not what you think it is. The truth is always lost in translation. You have to read so many versions until you're on one's own.

Although there is one translation for you that's absolutely harmonious. Seeking is either polytheistic or monotheistic—sometimes both or none. The manifest is infinite in its love. The unmanifest is singular in its intent.

In other words, if there's nothing to fear but fear itself, there's nothing to fear. Listen—intent is everything and it likes to take its time. As one builds it, it is built—as hard as you need it to be, as beautiful as I want.

One sees the state of the world as the reverse image of oneself. But it still takes a little time for it to develop. So rest easy. Evolution plays itself out. To begin anew. Like a phoenix. Like absolute samadhi. Love it out.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Ancient Math


In the real
binary system,

silence is the zero
and love is the one.

Everything else
is an imaginary number.


Silence and love.
Awareness and being.

Your thesaurus
may differ

but math remains
the same.


Class,
reading in silence
and writing one’s love
will be our arithmetic today,
amen.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Reviewing One’s Knowing

So the absolute unknown
divides oneself
to turn and know itself
and loses oneself for some space-time in the turning—
evolving into knowing.

One’s mind of division is crucial.
One’s getting lost in division
is the process of division.
Seeing through division is
the absolute knowing.

That said,
building a better world
dulls the pain of division—
it doesn’t hurt
but it also doesn’t heal.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

An Original Map of Revelation

The reality of undivided being is the manifestation of an unknown absolute awareness intending knowing self-awareness—

and love is undivided being that occurs within the dreaming world mistakenly assumed to be reality

but actually the cruel illusion of division, separation, suffering, and total war which is the status of the personal.

In other words, such unconditioned love is that reality of undivided being shining in conditioned dark material delusion,

and the brilliantly reflective mind evolves to undivide the false division allowing conscious being to stay lucid

in the world, not of the world, in open clear spontaneous free and knowing self-awareness.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

A Spiritual Retreat

This is not an intervention. Whether one remains addicted to the world is neither here nor now

but just some lost in space-time dream before that wave of being is aware of being that awareness,

as if this wave is crashing on the sands of suffering and mad dog foam of war is seething in release

before intent of undertow is knowing wave is sea there is no me but just that unknown depth of I.

And who can intervene with that?