Thursday, December 7, 2023

Dec 7 2009

 

Futile Study



Life is strange they say,
with these strange human games,
New Agers will tell you,
that life is love,
but what of those who know only pain?

The human body is but a preceptatory* box,
limiting our consciousness & thoughts,
We are wired - with reason - to see patterns,
like the seasons, but through that reason,
with science, we've disproved our very perceptions...

For matter is energy,
 just sparks and quarks,
rotating slower than the shadows of light and dark,
All things constantly in motion,
like an energetic ocean,
seething and reeling.

So then what of our thoughts?
What of our will?
What of the chaos which makes all things un-still?
Without chaos there would be no free will,
....just autonomous shells,
living in blissful hell.

But despite this freedom,
despite what they are trying to sell,
your path is not placed,
You are not a sail.

You have FREE WILL!

You can burn your own path!
but remember,
Each one of us,
We are in -and- of this,
All together,
So let's not get off on burning eachother


Monday, December 4, 2023

Only You Know You

 Learn from everyone, but follow your own code.

Find those voices from history who remind you of what is most important,

what it is that your strange soul seeks.

Everyone will always tell you what is important, but do not take this as an invitation to adopt their view.

What is important to you is not something that you choose.

It already exists within you and is pure.

It can be hard to touch it and even more so to hold it in this world of ours.

The wounds and pains we've tallied on our paths of growth and development can obscure our vision and to pursue false things. All around a cacophony of indulgence and false paths, dead ends, and mirages...

Even then, while in false pursuit, there is a whisper within, telling you that this is not the real thing of importance.

Listen to that whisper,
and embolden it to be louder,
Your first ally,
You life's warcry


Mind of the World



The Mind of the World moves through metaphor.

When one dares to ask, "What if?"

What would it look like if a culture valued

People before Profits.

Peace over Power.

Creation instead of Consumption,

What would the world be if we valued Harmony

instead of Domination in relation

to the natural world,
ourselves,
and eachother

Profound or Profane?

 Priest and Prostitute
One prostrates before you,
The other requires you prostrate before them,
Which one is further from their aim?

The original meaning of sin is to miss the target, to miss the mark,
Is that not sin?

Lightning-

 We ride the ridge of the spiral grooves
etched upon the Great Snail's shell of Destiny.

No Gurus, No Guides,
When it comes to all things divine.


Biblical metaphor and Metaphysics:

 We can never go back,
cliche but true.

I wonder if that's what the Garden was really about, an image encompassing the way the mind views the past. The way its hunger for knowledge catalyzes its exploration, leaving the known and safe far behind.

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Its so strange that our culture views thoughts as somehow superior and more intelligent than emotions. We almost always exclude emotions when we speak of the intellect and intelligence. And yet what is an emotion?

I don't care what the DSM4 or the textbooks say, I have observed my own emotions and the emotions of others.I don't typically deal with absolutes, but when our understanding of phenomena are occluded by linguistic definitions, an absolute is a powerful way to clear away the illusions. An Emotion is ALWAYS, more intelligent than a thought. An Emotion never arrives thoughtlessly. Even a single Emotion contains within it a multitude of thoughts and information and other phenomena. A surge faster than light, faster than the eye can see, transferring information and igniting biological circuits. It is more upstream toward the origin of our consciousness than our own conscious mind is.

I am left handed and I see the world opposite to what I'm told. I'm not a conspiracy theorist, I'm a conspiracy realist, meaning, I view most things to be a conspiracy, even our perceptions. And so if even our most fundamental means of making sense of "the world" and experience are faulty, flawed, distracted, or intentionally deceived/deceiving, what good is it to try to make sense of or conceive anything?!

It seems like both Emotions and Thoughts act through us, we don't cause or have them. Cause and effect is a comforting lie and reality is far more complex. So many of us conceive of the world or the universe in our heads as if it existed in some little box. People who speak of reincarnation or other migrations of soul, simply imagine souls passing out of one box and back in again for eternity...

...But there is no "outside" or "inside".... there aren't even any sides.. an object only has a side or sides in relation to other objects or sides, but they dont actually exist, it a conceptual tool to help us make sense of things. See, even on the biological level we confuse the map with the territory. There are no sides, there is no box. All things flow from and into other things. Even our infallible science proclaims that in the equation of the universe, nothing is destroyed.

I wish we had built a world that valued the territory, not the map. A society that wasnt so obsessed with image, and instead valued substance.

Saturn and Pluto

 Everything fades. I'm okay with this. The injuries I've endured and the things I have lost have been great initiators in my life. Preparing me for the struggles of aging and then the release of death. These things do not disturb me. I can toil humbly for the rest of my days as my abilities and senses fail, that is fine. But to have to watch powerlessly as those I love are eroded by the sands of time. That no matter the choices I make, there will never be enough time. Guilty for all the times I did not honor plans. Yet even with this realization, I prefer my isolation.

The Human Condition:

 This hunger is insatiable.

Ageless Joy

 Most old men are graven and gray. A body and mind withered by the pains and silent defeats which inevitably come with a longlife, but if you've ever caught the glimpse of an old man in his garden, or better yet, in his garden while being visited by a grandchild, there is a light emitted, unseen from other sources.

True Terror

 True terror is unspeakable.
It is unspeakable because when it is present, the mind is not capable of articulation.
It is outside the realms of the observer's categories, it is somehow unreal and more real than the things which happen after and before.

Pumpkins and Christmas Trees

 Carve me up,
and then leave me rot.

Light me up,
then keep me standing till I dry,

It is strange what we do to our gods in disguise.

Soul Fire

 Fire Tests Gold,
Suffering Tests Souls.