"Mmm" - Aka "Metaphors Made Manifest"

 The Body
is the Landscape,
the Canvas,
by and through which
metaphor is made manifest.

"Holding the opposites."
"Bridging Heaven and Earth."
"Finding your Center."
"Going Within."

These are not lofty ponderings,
but techniques of substance.

Between
Focus and Flow
Intention and Following
The Known and Unknown

A Revolution
of one's relationship
to one's Self.

An Evolution
of perspective
and scope.

The Synergy of
Automorphogenesis 
and our
Species Spiritual Reflex.

An Evolutionary Pressure
on the Full Spectrum
of your Electromagnetic Being.

Fear

 Fear is a veil which encloses
all the pain
all the sorrow
that you do not dare
to face.

Annihilating fear is only the first humble step.
For in that annihilation,
reveals the wriggling beast,
which convinced you it was asleep.
But all along it was tripping you up,
keeping you trapped.

But by the constant vigil
And the constant compassionate eradication of fear,
it is revealed.

Face it.
Let it go.

UpsideDownInsideOut

 The Terror, Bliss, and Majesty
of the Totality.
How does one describe such a thing?

Words themselves dare not,
cannot,
travel there.

For they know,
all it takes 
is one undulation.

One rogue wave.

One passing glance,
from 
The Immensity of IT.
And it is all changed.

Every plotting on the path and map before,
topsie-turvy-ed
inside-out,
from the page,
somehow now,
spilled and strewn about.

-ROAR-

 For many,
these are the first fires to devastate their lives,
to liquify the very foundation of their souls.

Everywhere One looks,
there,
another blaze.

The suffering,
the desperation - against forces of
expansive oppressive degradation, 

The landscape before One,
Once lush with possibility,
now all ash.

But this is not my first fire,
Nor, most likely my last.
So let me share a secret with you,
the wisdom from burns of fires past.

While all looks desolate,
like death itself has risen again,
there,
silently,
humbly,
in the very ash,
lay the mighty acorns of tomorrow.
The cones of Sequoia and Pine,
Silently Thrive.
All will grow with a might and resilience
which make all their ancestors 
R O A R

No One Way

Desire,
Can lead to Liberation,
Or be our Demise.

The Mind,
Reason,
Can be our greatest tool,
Or can entrap us into being its ever-obedient fool.

Even Love,
This highest,
of all things,
can lead us to the lowest of all.

It is a dance.
A Balance.
Sensing,
Acting,
Tempering.

How can you expect to come alive,
when every-time you face your truth,
you deny,
deny,
deny.

The Paradox between the shores of feeling and being.

 It was only after releasing myself
from the need of feeling that the world is my responsibility,
that I must fix it,
or save it,
Or at the very least, raise awareness of current conflicts and issues which need to be addressed..

For as long as I can remember I have felt this way,
The first time I blacked out drinking,
my friends said I jumped out of my drunken slumber and danced around
saying over and over and over again,
"I can't fix it, I can't fix it, I can't fix it!"

I marched, I rallied, I organized,
and it made no difference.
I raised my voice for truth and equality
and all it got me was burns and the scorn of both friends and enemies.

So when I was finally able to release myself from this... compulsive feeling,
that it opened a space within me,
a new ease.

Now.
All My Actions Sing 
AS IF
the world is my responsibility.
By My FEELINGS ARE FREE.
It permeates my entire being:
I am free.

I don't owe anyone or anything.
I am not afraid.
I can no longer be played.
I am me.
I am free.

Season of the Wyrd

 

Origin and history of autumn

---

autumn(n.)

season after summer and before winter, late 14c., autumpne (modern form from 16c.), from Old French autumpne, automne (13c.), from Latin autumnus (also auctumnus, perhaps influenced by auctus "increase"), which is of unknown origin, perhaps from Etruscan. Compare Vertumnus, an Etruscan deity, god of the changing year (whose statue in Rome stood in the quarter where the booksellers kept their shops).

Tucker suggests a meaning "drying-up season" and a root in *auq- (which would suggest the form in -c- was the original) and compares archaic English sere-month "August." De Vaan writes, "Although 'summer', 'winter' and 'spring' are inherited IE words in Latin, a foreign origin of autumnus is conceivable, since we cannot reconstruct a PIE word for 'autumn'."

Harvest (n.) was the English name for the season until autumn began to displace it 16c. Astronomically, from the descending equinox to the winter solstice; in Britain, the season is popularly August through October; in U.S., September through November. Compare Italian autunno, Spanish otoño, Portuguese outono, all from the Latin word.

As de Vaan notes, autumn's names across the Indo-European languages leave no evidence that there ever was a common word for it. Many "autumn" words mean "end, end of summer," or "harvest." Compare Greek phthinoporon "waning of summer;" Lithuanian ruduo "autumn," from rudas "reddish," in reference to leaves; Old Irish fogamar, literally "under-winter."

Simple Things

picking berries that ain't good for eatin'
there's no better feelin'

Mystic Feeling

Breathe in and Out,
Again
And
Again
And
Again

 When I speak of feelings,
I do not mean emotions.
I do not mean the effects of charismatic speakers.
I do not mean sensing with one's hands.

It is more like receiving a punch in the gut.
It is more like the instantaneous preparation your abdomen makes,
when your body knows a punch is coming its way.

Now take that feeling in your abs, and move it inside.
This is your orb or awareness,
from it,
nothing can hide.
You move it, viscerally, but softly,
hold the slight tension activation,
and move it around.

Keep breathing.
Notice where IT wants to go.
This is the feeling of which I speak.

It is a subtle thing,
It is the marriage of your intentional and spontaneous physiology,
Where breath is the ring,
and the soft flesh,
 the bed.

Breathe in and Out,
Again
And
Again
And
Again

Recursion Immersion Ignition

 Waking up the ankles.
Softening the knees.
Working through resistances,
previously unseen.

Every healing a revelation,
every revelation a healing,
an undulating wave,
across one's entire being.

Still so far to go,
still so much doubt,
but every moment that I can muster,
returning brain to mind to heart.

A new perspective,
from further out,
previously perceiving from a constricted center
narrow and small,

Now an expansive center,
reincorporating the future and the past.
Victories and failures,
every Virtue,
every flaw.

And in that shift,
an appreciation,
for every previously perceived miscalculation,
for every failure,
or wrong turn,
all were actually the perfect path,
silently, 
secretly,
steering us along. 

Scientific Explorations of Your Greater Electromagnetic Being:

Dr. Michael Levin

🐍

No matter your religion,
your race,
your creed,
within you is a 
Wild Divinity.

It is not a metaphor,
it is not a state of mind,
it is an experience,
an interaction.
between the seat of your current experience
and a slice of the Divine.

For some a conversation,
for others a dance,
 for others they experience it in ways,
that I can't even begin to explain.

But that is not what is important.

What is important is the visceral truth;
Of the Wild Divinity Within.

It is always there,
always wanting to communicate,
but we are always getting in its way.

The mind is a tool,
not a master.
But by our overemphasis,
it becomes our jailor.

The mind will never set you free.

Alchemy V I T R I O L

 Marry the body of the king and queen with the green lion by the light of wisdom,

with the fire of the salamander and the phoenix with the correct weight and measure.

Then you will have the whole wheel of philosophy.

33

 33 is sometimes known as the number of ‘Spiritual Giving’, and it exceeds in this role more than any other number as mentioned earlier. It offers massive spiritual comfort to all those around them. There are numerous facts about the number 33 in numerology which subscribes to their near-divine status. Namely the first temple of Solomon stood for exactly 33 years, David ruled for 33 years, there are 33 segments in the spine, Jesus lived for 33 years, in the first chapter of Genesis the name of God is mentioned 33 times and the Tree of life contains 22 paths, 10 globes, and the invisible Sephira, Daath, thus ensuring that there are in total 33 steps to wisdom.

Salamander Brandy

Salamander Brandy – Supposedly a liquor indigenous to Slovenia, salamander brandy combines hallucinogens with aphrodisiacs to form a particularly potent mix, if it truly exists. Made by combining the toxic slime secreted as a defense mechanism by native salamanders with brandy, salamander brandy is essentially a refined version of toad-licking. Making it involves tossing several salamanders in a barrel of fermenting fruit, where they secrete mucus to protect themselves from the alcohol and eventually die in the barrel. In addition to causing hallucinations, the neurotoxins in salamander brandy are reputed to cause extreme sexual arousal for pretty much anything the drinker has handy – whether that's another person, a tree, kitchen appliance or an unfortunate woodland creature. Spiking the punch at the next church potluck would yield some interesting results. Luckily for bingo nights across the nation, getting one of these nigh-mythical bottles, if they exist, requires a trip to Slovenia.

Chastity, a dirty dirty word:

 "What is a chaste mind? The word 'chaste' means pure - I am quoting the dictionary, please don't jump on me - pure, clear, untouched, a mind that has not been through conflict, it is an innocent mind. I am using that word - please bear with me, I am describing what that word 'chaste' means. You may not accept the meaning of that word, but I am using the meaning from the dictionary - clean, a chaste mountain, the snow is fresh, chaste, untouched. I think we ought to talk about that rather than the mind that is caught up in sexual desires and all that.

Chaste also means a mind that is really innocent. The word 'innocent' means a mind that has not been hurt. The root meaning of the word 'innocent' means not capable of being hurt. Right? Is there such a mind? Wait, sir. Wait. Is there such a mind that is incapable of being hurt, and therefore chaste, and therefore clean - in the ordinary sense of that word?"

...

"Don't try. Don't try, don't try to exert will, just - sir, do you know the art of listening? Just to listen, not interpret or translate what he is saying - just to listen to the music without the romance, without the association, without all that, just you listen to that lovely sound. In the same way, if you can listen, not try, just listen, which doesn't mean you accept, you deny, you agree, you this, or that. Just the art of listening, sir, as the art of seeing."

...

" But we never put the question without wanting an answer, but just to see what the question does. You have understood, sir?"

(|)-Krishnamurti on Chastity.

Words of the Buddha saved from 2/2/22

  Refusing to recognize any knowledge of 'things as they really are,' and making a more sober claim to knowledge of 'things as they have come to be', the Buddha was reluctant to accept any notion of the reflecting self) as 'ultimate reality'. Instead, he claimed to know 'the dependently arisen' and, on that basis, formulated the conception of 'dependent arising' [= pratityasamutpada).


In such a context, it was more meaningful for him to speak of [[[artha]] (= fruit, effect, purpose, meaning)] and [[[paramartha]] (= ultimate fruit, etc.)] in the sense of fruit, consequence, or result [[[phala]]). Thus, a good action is one that is fruitful and a bad, unfruitful. The Buddha also recognized that views about good and bad, purity and impurity, are in most cases relative conventions. According to the same text, good and bad are conventions that vary depending upon contexts. These are the ways of the world (loka), often characterized as [[[samvrti]]).... However, there is no indication that, since these are relative conventions, the Buddha advocated the transcendence of both good and bad.

XFILES

 Ufos
are simply the  glimmering reflections

of consciousness

across the surfaces of the seas of life.

It wasn't the Boy who cried wolf, but the Wolf who coerced the boy to cry.

It wasn't the Boy who cried wolf,
but the Wolf who coerced the boy to cry. 

It was not the boy's fault,

for the wolf was old and wise.

Older than Mankind.

He knew to temper his hunger,

He knew, just how to make the boy cry,

And then, to always disappear,

 just in time.

So when the time finally came,

he knew he could feast on the poor boy,

completely undisturbed.

completely unrestrained.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

The photos from the titled post

came to mind,

when we search,

we also find:

"To light, we are like fish in water. Light has a body and essence of its own which dances around us. This brilliance is usually made peripheral, what care does the modern person hold for the body of light?"

If you are interested in the photos being referenced here, check the sidebar or post history and choose March 24, 2016

Just keep swimming.

The Key To Creation Is Containment

I don't know how it works for others.
Until recently I would have scoffed at the idea,
I believed all were scammers,
fakers,
those who were by all acounts,
"lost in the sauce.."

...And I still believe most are,
at least that's what I see,
but I know there are atleast those few,
 out there who are clear, true,
and now I am one,
even if only for moments,
hopefully more to come,
and for now,
I want to share what I have found,
with you.

As a Disciple of Truth,
One of the boons bestowed,
is that of manifestation.

It is less a willing,
and more a feeling..
it begins in the body,
then out beyond the boundary of the skin,
for a resonating truth both without and within.

The feeling then changes,
a charge is made,
and what once was felt,
becomes known in the bones.

Lean slightly forward to align with the manifestation,
Lean backwards to call it to you.
Feel The Gravity.
Feel The Magnetism.
Feel The Energy.

...And then...
..somehow..
.it is all forgot.
 

From Human Happening, To Integrated Organism

Democracy doesn't mean
"No More Kings"
It means
"A King In Every Being"
That we are All, 
Both
Worthy
And Unworthy
to rule.

The age of Pisces is at a end,
NO MORE MARTYRS,
NEVER AGAIN.

No more citizens,
No more consumers,
No more followers,
No more target audiences,
No more techniques or manipulations to reduce human beings 
into flatter, smaller, simplified mechanical minds.

Instead:
A transformation of body, heart, and head.
Mediated by breath, light, darkness, will, and forces unseen.
And in this transformation,
A transition from a mere human happening, a mere human being,
Into the fully integrated Human Organism,
That
We
Are
All,
Meant to be.

 Harbingers of the Prismatic Heart

Rebuild The Temple. Become The Tree.

When we feel the most alone,
Do not give into reckless abandon,
Go gently, 
with sensitivity,
Go slow.

There are forces which are not visible to the eye,
that diligently work in our favor,
in all places and all times...

It is only ourselves,
our primal responses,
our civilized minds,
they trap us,
inside ourselves,
with no hope of getting out.

Dare to touch the places within you which carry your forgotten pain,
which carry your shame,
which carry all your hate and blame.

Go so gently, and know that your touching is not in vain.
It is by your hands,
by your awareness,
that those forces invisible to the eye, 
can bestow upon you
the healing, love, and understanding,
to flush out all the places where the detritus and bile reside.

For now the time is nigh,
to rebuild the living temple,
the living, breathing, luminous temple
To break yourself open 
so that within they can reside,
and you can help bring balance,
To Earth,
And
To Sky.

 

Species Shadow Work - The Devolution of Man into Trigger -

 If Memes are the Genes of information...
...And "true" Ai is yet to be...
What is the news?
What is social media?
What are these algorithmic in-betweens from genes to fully sentient silicon beings?

If we look to the early stages of biotic life on Earth,
 there were many single celled organisms
as well are parasites.

Our news was a banal "same-making" blender, reducing the multiplicity of minds,
into a singular slumber,
but now the data and images have grown more complex,
we've nurtured their evolution into full blown parasites.
Expertly finding its perfect host, 
always tuning itself to become more innocuous,
more appealing...

And then you find...

They bore you out from the inside,
filling you with its vile venomous offspring,
An egg of "righteous fury" but oh how it really is hate.
Everyday the parasites stoke it, 
increasing your heat,
increasing your feelings of righteous indignation.
Everyone now is ENEMY. 
Nothing and no one is worth saving.
All it takes is a certain look,
a certain phrase,
someone's stupid fucking bumper sticker,
or the regurgitation of one of the "enemy team's" brainless memes,

And Then,
Feeling The Full Might of Righteous Fury 
You lash out like the blind fool they've groomed you into,
and in that lashing out,
a hatching and bursting from your very being
of your own personalized, algorithmic parasite:
"This abomination has been brought to you by our sponsors 
and your completely unique Manchurian candidate phrase."

We don't hold guns or gun makers liable in court for murders,
we blame the person who pulled the trigger.
But when we have mechanized men's minds,
so that a precise stream of words and images,
over a long enough time,
transforms him
from man,
into trigger?

History will look back on this time with a sense of horror that people now cannot comprehend.
We do not realize what is being done to our hearts, our souls, our heads, our homes,
our entire globe.