Thoughts are for Thinking

We are all relative programmers, programming each other at all times. We are all satisfaction machines, constantly attempting to satiate our insatiability. On auto-pilot, we satisfy as best we can our pattern recognition system, which operates from fear/love. We are always holding on to something. Something is always at stake. Death is already here. What is there to be scared of?

Fear is the name for the mechanism of action through which contraction takes hold. All mask emotions stem from fear.

Love is the name for the mechanism of action through which expansion takes hold. All emotions stem from love.

Mask emotions serve the purpose of a decoy. If one is not able to experience emotions closer to truth, a level of emotion farther from truth will be experienced, for your ego's safety, to cover up the more expansive (but more ego decimating) truth of Love. Mask emotions create and perpetuate a sense of duality and tension in day to day life. They are created through psychological projection of one's own insecurities and fears. All that is ever truly experienced are your own projections. If you are full of hate, you will surround yourself with an energy field of hate, and the world will appear hateful. If you are open to Love, Love will be open to you.

This is the story of the ever-evolving struggle between contraction and expansion, the No-Flows vs. the flow. It's an incredible absurdity, all based on the identification of the imaginary (Ego) with the imaginary (Form (including language, thought, and any other structured symbolic offspins thereof)). Naturally, evolutionarily, we've got no choices. The only constant is the quality of impermanence.

Attachment is like trying to swim upstream. Structure is innately repression. Control is innately contraction.

Experience

Sensations mapped onto mind-made-matrices,
Echoing interference patterns, perpetually propelled, rippling throughout.

Reverberations.

The wellspring is founded on its nearest neighbor,
“Let me lean on you” it commands, subtly, unnoticed.
It goes on leaning, lending ideas of meaning.

Concepts.

Emotions navigated,
Reactions based on previous patterns, imprinted reverberations,
Still echoing into eternity ever-rewriting the matrices; the maps.
Conditionings, subtle, unnoticed; just echoes.

Imprints.

Memories re-experienced in ignorance,
Unrecognized; Thought to be external stimulation.
Navigation through previous programs, or new experiences?

Provocation.

Collectively protesting acceptance of Grandeur,
Pushings and pullings; graspings, aversions;
Born into societal perversions.
Hierarchal projections, professions, corrections, repressions.
Whoring away infinite potential.
Forgetting the unconscious desire to ignore; we drift into separation, gladly.

Floating.

Cosmic conduit; constricted, controlled, contracted, closed
The Media-cracy destroys, societal faux-joys conjure and deploy,
Girls and boys, Saturated in a Sea of Impotence.

Lies.

Negativity; conservatives conserving nothing but comfort based on past identity.
The infinite defined as, attached to, experiences gone, of presents that have passed.
Tomorrow is an excuse for the obtuse to use.
Floating on life rafts made of meaning to keep from drowning,
In this ocean of truth.
You continue to weave the fabric of yourself; only in the Mind.

Systems.

Antique worries come in flurries,
Basic needs seem to supersede those of lofty goals,
We need ascenders, understanding and kind, anti-contenders reaching up high.

Love.

Thinking requires division; language is rotten with fission,
And reading is scanning line by line.
You’re taking your time, yet reality is instantaneous.

Now.

Universal gestalts fall apart, the whole is decried,
And simultaneous apprehension is muddled with externally projected intentions.

Crumbling.

Reverberate, echo; interference patterns infinitely complex,
Suppress yourSelf into the unconscious for sake of fear.

Fear of Grandeur.

Realization destroys destruction.
Understanding annihilates apprehension.
But without constrictions, controls, structures, and poles
It’s one ever-flowing ever-present manifold.

One.

It’s too much to handle for fear of individual dissolution.
Attachments, feelings, personality, experiences crumble into the solution,
Absorbed back into the ether.

Vibrations.

Ideas. Echoes. Reverberations, waves, holographic frequencies, imprints, and memories.

You are not your experience,
You are not your ideas,
You are not your words,
You are not your thoughts,
You are not your fucking conditioning!

Masks.

You are not echoes of a moment dissolved.

The present is eternal, infinite; purely aware.
Neither going nor coming, leaving nor staying,

‘I’,
Dissolve away.

Kwisatz Haderach

Kwisatz Haderach
the 15 minute mystical epic short

It's Planet of the Apes meets Sergei Paradjanov meets the Yellow Submarine. Meets Dune. The gnostic story weaves together Islam, Christianity and Judaism as it follows Sun Wu Kung the 4-D Monkey king on a spiritual journey fuelled by the Kwisatz Haderach machine, an alchemical device which allows the user to be in more than one place at a time. When the Technician sabotages the machine by injecting it with digital poison, their world suffers from strange artifacting, and exponential multiplication of events and characters. It is up to Sun Wu Kung to solve the problem. Is he a messiah or just another ape-man?

QT Video: http://www.kineopti.com/kwisatz15minutes.htm

Limitations of Perspective in the Quest for Higher Consciousness

It cannot be known that one is asleep until awoken. What isn’t conducive to sleep will disturb and be perceived as negatively imposing or preaching incorrect beliefs unless listening with an open heart. There is no way around it short of being open to hear the truth, even if it is different than one wants to believe currently. Therefore, it is necessary to prelude the truth with positioning one mentally so as to be open. This can be accomplished through skillful use of logic; however this is not the most powerful way because logic is inherently fallacious. Each appeal to rationality creates numerous polarities, which result in opportunities of counter-force to be applied. There is no need to operate from a lower level, as though matching methods for a duel, but rather to maintain all the power of the highest level possible. This supports a raise in consciousness through higher truths, which always hold the most power. Truth is beyond the intellect, so the intellect is irrelevant. One only sinks into error by not realizing this limitation. Climbing to greater truth is impossible by using faculties of lesser truths. Rather, one must reach higher and pull. If one attempts to come to greater truths through the intellect one still only remains in the intellect. Just as if one attempts to come to greater truths through fear, pride, or guilt one will only ever find the level of truth equal to their own perspective. This is why it is highly uncomfortable to find truth. One must relinquish their own identity and step into the unknown.

It is, therefore, irrelevant to discuss the issues that the rational mind will become obsessed with and find such excitement in discussing. At levels of truth above the intellect, intellectual questions are irrelevant. It is important to accept, in some sense, that one is asleep. Once surrendered to that idea the potential to wake up appears. This may not appeal to the rational mind, but there is still the choice to accept it. If one learns to listen with an open heart it will fill with truth. The only way to find the accuracy of these statements is to test them. All the questions that drive one mad will then be answered. Furthermore, the answers will be experienced rather than explained. This may seem unbelievable now and that is fine. You don’t know you are asleep until you wake up.

Love Letter to Existence

11-27-05

I know I don’t exist, but somehow I love you- to the point of tears. You move me. I love the depth of your subtle intricacies. I love how you can be so gentle at your most powerful. I love the wisdom behind that, I’ve always loved the wisdom behind that; it’s moving- to the point of tears. I love how wild you are. You fulfill my every wish. What else could I want? And I want you to know that I’m not taking it personally. I’m moving on just as much as you are. I’m leaving you just as much as you’re leaving me.

You already knew that, though, didn’t you? Sometimes it seems like you already knew everything. Like you knew every single moment of this relationship before it even happened. It can be frustrating, but I don’t have time to be frustrated when you’re so God-damned beautiful. When I unfold my heart it flows warm, like a river of love. Just know that you’ll always be with me, deep in my heart, and I’ll always be with you.

It’s all for you, but you already knew that too. Soon it will all unfold. The question that I have to wonder is: am I unfolding or are you?

The Perfect Fulfillment

The (in)variable is variability,
progression is regression,
homeostasis,
inDifference.

Cyclical circumnavigation (with)out/with(in).
Traveling nowhere.
Arriving with increasing haste.

Exponentially towards infinity,
The linear becomes circular.
In the realm between absence and presence,
Existence rolls the nodice.

When time makes verbs fly solo,
Maps events onto the matrices of probability and,
Nouns are none.
Here it is,
While here it comes.
Transitive forces.
The wave of NoThingness,
The Crest
Plus
The Trough
of Absence.

Can it be?
Everything and No Thing?

The perfect fulfillment of a desire that never was.

Always will be;
Never Was.

The Moon-lit Pond Retains No Moon Dust

Somewhere on the border death erupts;
Like, molten magma expelling into lava,
And Life rages onward with energy.

With tears like fire ants,
Racing towards the next revolution,
Life erupts,
Through the threshold,
As the door opens,
And death envelops.

Am I not the sky?

What is this division?
Nothing, but Absurd.

Wherefrom does it come?

Where am I?
Am I not the sky?
Am I not the stream?
Am I not the forest?
Am I not the stars?
Am I not the Sun?
Grounded in the Earth,
Flying in the Heavens?
Of course! And full of mirth.
The mountains and wildflowers gave me birth!
And whose mother is not my very own?

One ever-present manifold purely flowing,
This oceanic infinitude, ever-knowing,
From which perception arises,
But of which only probability comprises,
A holograph, balanced to naught,
Of energy, of light, An undivided current flows,
Gathering towards, within it goes,
The mind turned inside out,
Expanded to the outer limits,
Yet delved deep.

The boundaries, the structures, the edifice is gone;
I am that.

All is Truth.

Mind and Matter are but one, inextricably linked unit. There is not matter without the mind to perceive it, just as there is not mind without matter to be perceived.

Matter without mind is a mirror, lest a beholder. What then is to be reflected? The mirror is imageless.

Mind without matter is a stream without land. Mind, then, would not manifest, as the stream, then, would be an infinite, shore-less, ocean.

Mind and matter act upon each other, as a stream acts upon the Earth and vice-versa. The stream erodes the land, it smoothes the rocks, yet all the time it flows; seemingly guided by the land that is truly just as much guided by the stream.

Is it the water that shapes the riverbed, or is it the riverbed that shapes the water? I say it is neither, because one does not exist without the other. The riverbed is not given shape without the water, just as the water is not given shape without the riverbed. They are one and the same. Mind and Matter therefore are one and the same.

Just as time and space can not be uttered separately and so we say: “Space-Time” we should also be saying: “Mind-Matter”. If we walk down this path of thought for a great enough distance we see, however, that there is not a thing in this universe that can be separated. This is because all things, anything, we can possibly imagine can not be separated from all other things that we know. So then we say the mind is the source of all things, since the mind is the source of all knowledge, although it is impossible to know the mind alone. We only see a reflection of the mind. The best we can do is to acquire hints about its true nature; it’s essence. This essence is called the soul. Therefore it is safe to say that the only thing we can truly know is the soul.

The soul is that upon which all manifestation occurs.

All of existence, all of reality, is but one. Nothing can be taken as individual, it is all a part of the whole. We can only see parts in relationship to the other parts. Anything that has meaning only has that meaning in relationship to these other parts that form the very same whole. How then can we judge anything? It will only be judged in the context of other things, which then can only be judged in the context of still other things- eventually circling around to form an infinite loop. There is no true meaning. It simply can not be so. Just as apples apple, as peoples people, everything everything’s, but because of the illusion of meaning, which can only be derived from a sense of false knowledge that leans upon itself to form its very foundation there appears to be separation. It appears that people do things other than what can simply be put as “peopling”. Separation is but a delusion of a sick mind, diseased with false knowledge! The foundation of thought, of language, is this false knowledge. Articulate thought, as it can be called, that we “civilized” and “intelligent” human beings believe puts us as superior to all other life-forms is but a disease! Its entire mode of operation is division! The only truth is the whole. Anything divided is but a lie that is holding itself up by its own bootstraps!

There is no meaning to reality. There is no meaning to existence. There is no meaning to life other than itself, like a beautiful dance. This is truth.

All is truth.

And I'm Alright

go or stay, I see and am


who I am



and Im alright with this peculiar thing
that’s happening





Things are happen ing


happen

happenstance
happenslouch

happenhappenin’ mystery

This Manifold of Thought

Wearing away at this consistent resistance,
This manifold of thought that breeds flesh,
That breeds the forms that I behold with my senses.
This light that comes through my optical lenses.

And as I breathe through my respiratory orifices,
It is this manifestation that surfaces,
Causing electrical impulses.
Taste, touch, sight, sound, and smell!
Don’t forget space-time as well!

As I’ve learned through life’s lessons,
Existence is just a product of perception!

It’s an edifice of confusion,
Causing dissolution,
Ever-altering illusion,
It’s a subjective intrusion,
Mistaken for movement, for meaning,
But separation is only a delusion.

Meaning comes in context of relationships,
The distinctions made when language is formed with lips,
But mandatory division of the whole I decry!
All is truth, and so anything divided is a lie!

Therefore, everything with meaning is falsehood,
Because articulate thought is intellectualized, not understood.

A portion of the total does not equal the sum.
Understanding is gestalt and does not easily come.
It is this edifice that seems finitely tall
But when compared to the foundation it is infinitely small

The goal then is to get back to the foundation
On which is built this manifestation,
And whether young, or whether old,
To see God permeating throughout this manifold.

Letting Go

Purity in Awarity isn’t about clarity or mental dexterity,
It’s letting go of security in exchange for anonymous obscurity,
Embracing uncertainty, full bore unsurity,
Making a rarity, a scarcity, of consensus reality.
The absence of polarity brings about gestalt inclusivarity,
Infinite possibility spiraling out from Alternity,
Melding into the mystery that is me,
Eternally.

The Meaning of Life

All life is metaphor. All we know is relativity; from this relativity we derive meaning. We know the relationship which one “thing” has to another; this gives context, thusly introducing the use of these noises that we call words. Words are really just referring to various aspects of life within the context of these relationships relative to one another. Language is metaphor for aspects of existence. This is the reason one can not discuss the meaning of life. Life has no meaning.
I do not say this negatively, or mean to say that life is not of the utmost beauty, but rather I say this because to have meaning is to point to something else. Words have meaning because they illustrate concepts that are present in nature, they point to aspects of life. For life to have meaning it would need to point to something else. This is where the problem arises because one can not discuss all of existence, all of life, and give it meaning in it’s totality since it is all that is. Therefore, because it is all that is, there is nothing else sufficient to represent it, for it to point to, for it to be relative to. All that can be said with meaning is in regard to certain aspects of it, only about the bite-sized portions that can be simultaneously comprehended, and the meaning that is given to these bite-sized portions is only meaning in the context of itself. It is an infinitely continuous Mobius strip of sorts. The exit door is no where to be found. For life to have meaning one would need to locate this exit door and walk through before being able to simultaneously comprehend existence within any context. However, if this were possible it would mean that wherever you are when you step past the threshold, whatever it is that you are contextualizing life with, must also be included in your description, which again runs into the same inherently impossible task of defining the self containing set. Consciousness’ self-reflexive nature throws an inherent monkey-wrench in the gears. When you are talking about a self-containing set there is nothing to get outside of because you, your consciousness, is contained in this set, and your consciousness is this set, as well as allowing your perception of this set, and the illusion of any part of this set being separate from “you”, or any other part of the set for that matter. Since consciousness is self-reflexive, self contained, one would need to alter the nature of consciousness itself to achieve this monumental task of giving life a meaning. By doing so life itself would have to change, and therefore would not be life as we know it. Therefore, life as we experience it can not be given meaning. No context is suitable; the nature of existence is context free by definition. The meaning of life is life.

Take yourself as lightly as the breeze,
Dance with the energy of fire,
Flow as smoothly as water,
Until your body expires.

The concept of “I” only has meaning in the context of life- In the context of consciousness experiencing life. Ultimately “I” has no meaning. Just as, ultimately, life has no meaning other than itself.

And this Brilliant Dance continues.