Matthew 6:25
For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.
This has been hitting me a lot lately. There is a change happening in everyones life right now, and perhaps this is channeled to my own specifically, but I feel its also important you hear this out too.
Its more then just a personal thing - in fact, it isn't even a global event I speak of, but a universal event which we feel is coming. I once thought (and still think its true) that our language is simply an attempt to explain a synchronized shared event. We are experiencing a change in the earth which has given us a chance to change.
We are approaching a time of lose. Of all who endure this time of great lose, there are those will will endure gracefully surpassing the pain and transmuting it as efforts to resurrect the life lessons left by the passing of the physical. The only remaining is the ones who are left to suffer the pain of the lost and be lost with the material existence that passes.
There is the material thing which cannot be replaced in the same manner is existed before, but in that is the memory of which its true value is contained. A object stands for its value in the fruits of the beatitudes of good faith. The value of the object is useless in itself. This body for example is vain without the presence of a perceiver. In this case I am the perceiver and have given it life as a spirit. If I was no more then a demon, possessing and consuming all that is around me including the morality of what good nature people offer to me, I would not stand for anything and would be forgotten quickly. But those things I stood for which multiplied the goods fruits of the spirit is what gave birth to the flesh itself.
Another point I wanted to mention is that when the "obelisk" falls, it still remains as a memory of all it stood for. The two towers for example. What falls will remain fallen until what is remembered will be recreated temporally. It will not stay down. People will recreate it. The earth will recreate it, but it will not be lost if it has value. Even if it is lost for a great time, it will be dug up in time and placed back into the presence of people so it has the chance to be recreated in perfect form again.
Christ mentions in the verse above, another saying seemingly clothed in ambiguity, just as we are still trying to understand what clothing he wore. Does it even matter what colour, toga or sandal he wore? No! The point is he wasn't branded by GAP or American Eagle, and lets stop trying to brand his allegiance to a tribe, religion or biases of any kind. He spoke purely in physical terms to point to the holy spirit.
Now that I got that out, lets move on. :) I have no idea why I had to say that. Perhaps its supposed to relate to what I'm about to say. Which of that I he no idea…
BUT - when he speaks of losing life, he means the egoic identity which has its feet firmly placed in independence of that around him as an influence. When he moves onto say that those who lose theirs lives for his sake will find them. What did he stand for? I say, "what he stood for", because as I explained in the first few paragraphs, persons have no value other then what they stand for. So his sake, is not for his sake as a being, but as a living breathing spirit whom we can live with and as an unnamed cause. A part as the holy spirit. To lose your life would be to crucify the self and all that entails to the great sake; the great cause he left for us to follow. Not the lost lost traditions of Jehova, Yeshua or Emmanual - but all that he represented, for all those names he was named after reveiled his true character in the eyes of those who were open enough to see him as he was. The provider, the forgiven and forgiver, the prince of peace, God with us, JEZ - its US! We can be all of these things - not to take this merit, but share in all that he brought for us to be with! The riches of the spirit! Eternal wealth of the divine! This is why it is important to realize when the time comes that all is taken from us, we remember what it is to be alive in the spirit of all we know and hold dear, and become something greater then what a piece of rotting flesh could ever hope to be. Eternal.
What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
Mark 10:9
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Turning it inside out
Yesterday, sitting alone in my zen like state - I was told to shift my focus inside... but then the questions came to me first before the answer. I wanted to know the answer to how that could be done. I thought of the complex task I was told to do. My mind had to break down the bits of data to explain this "inner experience" I was supposed to have, but then I couldn't know for sure until I knew I had to experience it.
The common influence many spiritual practices has is to do just this. The exercise of taking the external experience away, and look at the internal answers, almost as if the external experience is the effect and the internal experience is the cause. Things get kafufuled as its seems when we look to the external experience for cause, when it is only a mass effect of a shared state of cosmic "excretions" of consciousness.
During my younger years, even up to maybe 12 or 13 years of age, I had an anxiety of sleeping. Sounds silly, but the lesson is very valuable in many cases. Since I was around seven, I had suddenly lay in my bed one night and realized that I had to fall asleep. Every night before this in my life, sleep came so naturally that I hadn't a chance to realize this change of state. I lay there - with the light on above me, waiting and anticipating the sleep to come over me, but the more I became aware of this apparent lack, the more i was awake. I resorted for many nights to my parents bed to simply have the solace I guess to be comforted in my fear of these long nights without sleep until sure enough it would come; every night.
The cure came to me readily when I accepted the fate of the event - with all the disturbing noises having slept in a cabin full of boys, moving, snoring, etc. I accepted that if I could not sleep, I simply will just lie there perfectly content until morning broke. I fell slept perfectly thereafter.
The reason to this analogy is to explain that sleep, and "turning your attention inside" are of the same function. The phenomenon of consciousness (thinking) without the body is a mystery any scientist will never be able to prove since we have millions of accounts known by mouth of NDE like experiences.
so I suppose I'm jumping the gun to say this, but it only makes sense to assume that consciousness survives death. I don't wanna explain this okay? Assuming your a believer of spirit; sleep is a unexplainable timeless oriented state where the higher levels of spirit journey. The body will function the same since the lower levels will remain to keep it breathing and charging in peace.
Now to the idea of turning your attention inside. Its a hard statement to grasp for a similarly impossible task. Sleep is not something you can control with aggressive intent, for it has its natural ways programmed into your cycles. So is consciousness. Telling your attention to be fixed onto itself is like a dog chasing its tail. Try and catch a thought. Tough since it cannot see itself without a mirror. Our mirror is the soul which has the memory of that thought. So catching a thought is impossible unless it has potency to affect other levels of mind to body, of which is can be recalled in time.
Fixing your attention inside is clearly a figure of speech to be aware of the internal instead of external. But once you look "inside" wherever that might be - it becomes a reflection of the outside. I dunno if I'm sure weird that way, but concentrating on internal dialogue always flings me out to external pressures. That is the task for zen tradition - letting things be, externally and internally and observing the changes which are influenced by Mind itself. Capital M for the one mind all minds are shared.
This blog has created so many more questions then it has solved for me. I'll wrap up the big one. The inner self or experience is something you are already participating in. Always and evermore in prayer for every word is called and answered, whether listening or not. The answer is the question we've created. The external experience; the effect which we claim is our cause. Its the answer we we're looking for - but now every cause leads to another cause since we never see the effect. The cause was always inside - which is why its so hard to see inside the answer. The answer is at the beginning, where all things came from - consciousness. We want to understand the cause so we've created this effect - the world around us - changing as we change. A reflection - a mirror of us.
The answers are always in you, which is to me a very encouraging thought because then, you could never be lost. Its also impossible to lose anything. Including sleep.
The common influence many spiritual practices has is to do just this. The exercise of taking the external experience away, and look at the internal answers, almost as if the external experience is the effect and the internal experience is the cause. Things get kafufuled as its seems when we look to the external experience for cause, when it is only a mass effect of a shared state of cosmic "excretions" of consciousness.
During my younger years, even up to maybe 12 or 13 years of age, I had an anxiety of sleeping. Sounds silly, but the lesson is very valuable in many cases. Since I was around seven, I had suddenly lay in my bed one night and realized that I had to fall asleep. Every night before this in my life, sleep came so naturally that I hadn't a chance to realize this change of state. I lay there - with the light on above me, waiting and anticipating the sleep to come over me, but the more I became aware of this apparent lack, the more i was awake. I resorted for many nights to my parents bed to simply have the solace I guess to be comforted in my fear of these long nights without sleep until sure enough it would come; every night.
The cure came to me readily when I accepted the fate of the event - with all the disturbing noises having slept in a cabin full of boys, moving, snoring, etc. I accepted that if I could not sleep, I simply will just lie there perfectly content until morning broke. I fell slept perfectly thereafter.
The reason to this analogy is to explain that sleep, and "turning your attention inside" are of the same function. The phenomenon of consciousness (thinking) without the body is a mystery any scientist will never be able to prove since we have millions of accounts known by mouth of NDE like experiences.
so I suppose I'm jumping the gun to say this, but it only makes sense to assume that consciousness survives death. I don't wanna explain this okay? Assuming your a believer of spirit; sleep is a unexplainable timeless oriented state where the higher levels of spirit journey. The body will function the same since the lower levels will remain to keep it breathing and charging in peace.
Now to the idea of turning your attention inside. Its a hard statement to grasp for a similarly impossible task. Sleep is not something you can control with aggressive intent, for it has its natural ways programmed into your cycles. So is consciousness. Telling your attention to be fixed onto itself is like a dog chasing its tail. Try and catch a thought. Tough since it cannot see itself without a mirror. Our mirror is the soul which has the memory of that thought. So catching a thought is impossible unless it has potency to affect other levels of mind to body, of which is can be recalled in time.
Fixing your attention inside is clearly a figure of speech to be aware of the internal instead of external. But once you look "inside" wherever that might be - it becomes a reflection of the outside. I dunno if I'm sure weird that way, but concentrating on internal dialogue always flings me out to external pressures. That is the task for zen tradition - letting things be, externally and internally and observing the changes which are influenced by Mind itself. Capital M for the one mind all minds are shared.
This blog has created so many more questions then it has solved for me. I'll wrap up the big one. The inner self or experience is something you are already participating in. Always and evermore in prayer for every word is called and answered, whether listening or not. The answer is the question we've created. The external experience; the effect which we claim is our cause. Its the answer we we're looking for - but now every cause leads to another cause since we never see the effect. The cause was always inside - which is why its so hard to see inside the answer. The answer is at the beginning, where all things came from - consciousness. We want to understand the cause so we've created this effect - the world around us - changing as we change. A reflection - a mirror of us.
The answers are always in you, which is to me a very encouraging thought because then, you could never be lost. Its also impossible to lose anything. Including sleep.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Peace and quite in a world of chaos
Sometimes i sit and wondering what is the value of such dwindling in moments like these. I find a place of peace and quite, and soon discover there is a longing to participate again, although in a completely new way. Repetition of what I hate is something i cannot stand. As much as i have, this is what has given rise to much stress in my life. If one had the confidence and answers to fill the gaps, life would be much easier. The one who has the power to control his life is the one who holds the baton it seems in our world. This is why politics is such a hit - I say this humorously. Nothing against politics, but politics done without a desire of power is something we have not known.
To explain this wave in a analogy, lets say that at my copy job at staples, i refused an order for a moral reason. Maybe the customer was being a douche and i decided to discipline his efforts to control me. Then instead of leaving him a reason to blow up, you have to replace the need with an equal valued substitute. I could give him a copy card and tell him to figure it out on the self serve copiers. Not to be an ass, but its a choice of discipline since he feels he doesn't need me enough to consider me human, with emotions and value.
The choice to say no is the value so the equation can be balanced (takes 2 to tango). Balance the equation and be a part of the equation. By letting another use you, there is a problem. Just like when in this moment of peace and quiet, i passed a reason to participate in actively giving to a greater whole, but the question is how. The answer is somewhere out there, and throwing out a temporary substitute like browsing the web just won't do sometimes. Find that calling, and the cause to participate will come again.
To explain this wave in a analogy, lets say that at my copy job at staples, i refused an order for a moral reason. Maybe the customer was being a douche and i decided to discipline his efforts to control me. Then instead of leaving him a reason to blow up, you have to replace the need with an equal valued substitute. I could give him a copy card and tell him to figure it out on the self serve copiers. Not to be an ass, but its a choice of discipline since he feels he doesn't need me enough to consider me human, with emotions and value.
The choice to say no is the value so the equation can be balanced (takes 2 to tango). Balance the equation and be a part of the equation. By letting another use you, there is a problem. Just like when in this moment of peace and quiet, i passed a reason to participate in actively giving to a greater whole, but the question is how. The answer is somewhere out there, and throwing out a temporary substitute like browsing the web just won't do sometimes. Find that calling, and the cause to participate will come again.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
All I have to do is dream ...
Dream dream dream.
I need to grab a cup of tea, and advise you to do too. If you plan on reading any of my notes, they should be done with ease of mind as my writings, like my simple mind, need no complex adjectives or vocabulary to communicate such things. Mainly because I stick within the knowns of the mind - things we all know so well but have forgotten. That is knowledge - you know, but have not yet remembered.
I have, placed on my biggest wall, a large group of seven print. I can't recall who of them, but what he shared was a piece of his life which is a piece of me. It is the moody seascape of Northern Ontario - the wind from the stretch of shimmering lakes blowing over an independent white pine, battered on the shore its foe. I have maps of the world on other walls; William Waterhouse's beautiful women portraits, and organic matter collages to frame the others. Of the many I have, there is always more to add, from lust rich in colour landscapes of vibrant hues, to the hopes of hanging a yacht harboured on a calm evenings sun.
These are my painting - reproductions at that. I am an artist, and for that I've spent much my time inquiring as to the understanding of the 21st century of art, and my own philosophy to what true art should be; where it has failed and succeeded and why it is hard to describe its meaning, purpose or anything for that matter with art. More then most complex inquisitions to its becomings, it simply is what it is. Traditional fine art will always ring the note tuned well, for its the most dated and known true "photograph" per say without the technology other then a tuned eye. I see, and therefore it is.
I heard it said that if we were to travel to another planet and speak to an extraterrestrial race, and describe our world to them - they would most likely respond that we have described the world, but we have also described a part of us. Gaia is our "spaceship" if you will that we've inhabited. Its what we known from a tangible learned first person perspective, and we are one with it. Its like when we walk on the Earth, the Earth beneath our feet moves under us.
My walls share something another has shared with me - an emotive landscape conveyed. It is so real, for it is still there, in memory and also in mind, and now in reminder of physical form. I've toyed with the stupidity of producing art on a plat 2D base board, but the artist willingly bound himself to those constrains of the medium to overcome the obstacle necessary to bring it closer to mind and reality (an admirable feat!) When you stare into this void for a short time and let yourself go of the limitations as did the artist, you are free to be one with it - ask yourself the question answered. You know something about this place you can specifically relate to, which makes it yours - at least this piece of it in the frame.
I point this analogy out for the reason I wrote the whole blog and had you possibly sip tea for a short time. I have just told you a story of my life which you now share, although you know nothing about it. Unless you share it with me you cannot, but until I do, you cannot come with me. I have a dream - a vision - a painting in my head. It will only become manifest until I apply those effort necessary and attract other minds to join and share efforts to make such a thing. Whatever this thing is, is irrelevant for now because I am not ready to share it, but the anticipation is just as great in your mind for your own kind.
On every wall, nook, nook corner and cranny is a painting, a part or a reflection of YOURSELF. If you couldn't see this already, I hope now you remember. If it doesn't serve the image you want to see in yourself, throw it away. Its like dust in a potentially clean home. You own yourself so why not. The surroundings you exist in right now all reflect you, whether you like it or not in mind and in body. You surround yourself with things which serve the aspirations or current view of what you see in yourself. Purchasing a painting is like affirming a positive in your life. Expect to see things happen, for your will is part of the puzzle to moving mountains. It is stronger then any force the world has known.
What do you dream about? What do you see with your imagination? Where does your mind venture when it is left to wander? Where it is now? Its hard to capture such a thing in a moment like this, but look at those patterns over time. Bring notice to your thoughts, your dreams, epiphanies - everything which has your attention. Are not all these things real? If your description of real is the senses, indeed our world is very shallow, but when we look deep into these "blueprints" of the mind, are these things not as real as the world around us? There is not much to prove how tangible this world is around us just because this sensual body is claimed to be real. They are all interpretations of sense organs - which is a faculty of perception just as everything else you can conceive is. So what is the difference? The time factor, and time is a function of the mind as well we know.
We are just wisps floating along this journey together, and manifestation is our adjourned task. We've forgotten how it even happens. I wish we could all know this - that we are all already actively manifesting these things we place attention to whether or not we know. There are all due forces known and unknown at our fingertips that if were applied properly, need no tool other then the mind to rapidly accelerate their journey into the known world we taste touch and see.
We are all jacks of our own trade, and I hope my analogy of the visual world made this a little clearer how everything is very very real. I'm suggesting it would help if we treated all things in mind and body alike to prove their impact on our lives instead of denying their presence. Thoughts are the only real thing we have. Consciousness is something destiny cannot take.
“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”
-Helen Hadley
"I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream"
-The Everly Brothers
I need to grab a cup of tea, and advise you to do too. If you plan on reading any of my notes, they should be done with ease of mind as my writings, like my simple mind, need no complex adjectives or vocabulary to communicate such things. Mainly because I stick within the knowns of the mind - things we all know so well but have forgotten. That is knowledge - you know, but have not yet remembered.
I have, placed on my biggest wall, a large group of seven print. I can't recall who of them, but what he shared was a piece of his life which is a piece of me. It is the moody seascape of Northern Ontario - the wind from the stretch of shimmering lakes blowing over an independent white pine, battered on the shore its foe. I have maps of the world on other walls; William Waterhouse's beautiful women portraits, and organic matter collages to frame the others. Of the many I have, there is always more to add, from lust rich in colour landscapes of vibrant hues, to the hopes of hanging a yacht harboured on a calm evenings sun.
These are my painting - reproductions at that. I am an artist, and for that I've spent much my time inquiring as to the understanding of the 21st century of art, and my own philosophy to what true art should be; where it has failed and succeeded and why it is hard to describe its meaning, purpose or anything for that matter with art. More then most complex inquisitions to its becomings, it simply is what it is. Traditional fine art will always ring the note tuned well, for its the most dated and known true "photograph" per say without the technology other then a tuned eye. I see, and therefore it is.
I heard it said that if we were to travel to another planet and speak to an extraterrestrial race, and describe our world to them - they would most likely respond that we have described the world, but we have also described a part of us. Gaia is our "spaceship" if you will that we've inhabited. Its what we known from a tangible learned first person perspective, and we are one with it. Its like when we walk on the Earth, the Earth beneath our feet moves under us.
My walls share something another has shared with me - an emotive landscape conveyed. It is so real, for it is still there, in memory and also in mind, and now in reminder of physical form. I've toyed with the stupidity of producing art on a plat 2D base board, but the artist willingly bound himself to those constrains of the medium to overcome the obstacle necessary to bring it closer to mind and reality (an admirable feat!) When you stare into this void for a short time and let yourself go of the limitations as did the artist, you are free to be one with it - ask yourself the question answered. You know something about this place you can specifically relate to, which makes it yours - at least this piece of it in the frame.
I point this analogy out for the reason I wrote the whole blog and had you possibly sip tea for a short time. I have just told you a story of my life which you now share, although you know nothing about it. Unless you share it with me you cannot, but until I do, you cannot come with me. I have a dream - a vision - a painting in my head. It will only become manifest until I apply those effort necessary and attract other minds to join and share efforts to make such a thing. Whatever this thing is, is irrelevant for now because I am not ready to share it, but the anticipation is just as great in your mind for your own kind.
On every wall, nook, nook corner and cranny is a painting, a part or a reflection of YOURSELF. If you couldn't see this already, I hope now you remember. If it doesn't serve the image you want to see in yourself, throw it away. Its like dust in a potentially clean home. You own yourself so why not. The surroundings you exist in right now all reflect you, whether you like it or not in mind and in body. You surround yourself with things which serve the aspirations or current view of what you see in yourself. Purchasing a painting is like affirming a positive in your life. Expect to see things happen, for your will is part of the puzzle to moving mountains. It is stronger then any force the world has known.
What do you dream about? What do you see with your imagination? Where does your mind venture when it is left to wander? Where it is now? Its hard to capture such a thing in a moment like this, but look at those patterns over time. Bring notice to your thoughts, your dreams, epiphanies - everything which has your attention. Are not all these things real? If your description of real is the senses, indeed our world is very shallow, but when we look deep into these "blueprints" of the mind, are these things not as real as the world around us? There is not much to prove how tangible this world is around us just because this sensual body is claimed to be real. They are all interpretations of sense organs - which is a faculty of perception just as everything else you can conceive is. So what is the difference? The time factor, and time is a function of the mind as well we know.
We are just wisps floating along this journey together, and manifestation is our adjourned task. We've forgotten how it even happens. I wish we could all know this - that we are all already actively manifesting these things we place attention to whether or not we know. There are all due forces known and unknown at our fingertips that if were applied properly, need no tool other then the mind to rapidly accelerate their journey into the known world we taste touch and see.
We are all jacks of our own trade, and I hope my analogy of the visual world made this a little clearer how everything is very very real. I'm suggesting it would help if we treated all things in mind and body alike to prove their impact on our lives instead of denying their presence. Thoughts are the only real thing we have. Consciousness is something destiny cannot take.
“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”
-Helen Hadley
"I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream"
-The Everly Brothers
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Ready, set ....
http://www.ustream.tv/recorded/1874942
A new age is finally dawning. Glad I'm here for it so far. Hope I don't get run over while biking without a helmet tomorrow.
A new age is finally dawning. Glad I'm here for it so far. Hope I don't get run over while biking without a helmet tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Me qwotes
I hold myself down because the world tells me to.
The world sucks. Otherwise we would all fly off.
I blame science. Otherwise i wouldn't know this world.
I'm cleaning everything, and after that - i don't know whats left.
I believe and i don't know why.
I finally know who I am. Again.
Create a river - but it will not flow without life.
The world sucks. Otherwise we would all fly off.
I blame science. Otherwise i wouldn't know this world.
I'm cleaning everything, and after that - i don't know whats left.
I believe and i don't know why.
I finally know who I am. Again.
Create a river - but it will not flow without life.
Monday, November 16, 2009
A trade
This time - I'm not typing on the PC. I'm just feeling around the keyboard right now for the first time. What a quick change. Sometimes i'm think I'm crazy for doing this, but the benefit for it was almost effortless, and that is why any trade for that matter should be so. Every attachment must be left as a spirit is to its body in death, and everything must change. I'm imagine falling into the bermuda triangle and supposably appearing in a parallel reality would be alike.
Let me explain. Two weeks ago, an offer was made for a new computer from my great friend Austin so I could be supported with a computer that could keep up with my large working files. This was a Dell Inspiron 1545. I had the Macbook model two generations prior to the current one i hold. Excellent little thing. I instantly took to the idea of selling the old model to Becky - my sis-in-law who took to the benefit of a stable lappy mac. I cleaned all the data off - and put it onto my external which was then transfered onto my PC. My friend Jon from Kingston came from Kingston and took to the likeness of the Dell, and offered a trade. I laughed initially as Mary would have when presented the idea of bringing a saviour into the world. Then, realizing Jon was serious, I weighed out the changes. Jon would get a tablet and pc - great for his minor eye changes as he needs glasses now. I think the screen was 15 or 16 inches. This would support his graphic needs for creative direction with the sensitive tablet. I also would be sufficiently supported with a great mac 1 generation newer then the prior. And the change would be over switching to a PC. Jon works on a PC all day so he knows the changes. The Mac would provide a steady OS familiar and well sufficient for my graphic work - which was the original intention of switching to a new computer. Amazing.
It was only the second week of having the new computer - not enough time to weed my files into it. If timing was not more perfect... and I'm loving it. Trades should always be this easy - everyone benefits. The only way they don't is when the flow of love stops, or is rejected for fear of deceit.
Let me explain. Two weeks ago, an offer was made for a new computer from my great friend Austin so I could be supported with a computer that could keep up with my large working files. This was a Dell Inspiron 1545. I had the Macbook model two generations prior to the current one i hold. Excellent little thing. I instantly took to the idea of selling the old model to Becky - my sis-in-law who took to the benefit of a stable lappy mac. I cleaned all the data off - and put it onto my external which was then transfered onto my PC. My friend Jon from Kingston came from Kingston and took to the likeness of the Dell, and offered a trade. I laughed initially as Mary would have when presented the idea of bringing a saviour into the world. Then, realizing Jon was serious, I weighed out the changes. Jon would get a tablet and pc - great for his minor eye changes as he needs glasses now. I think the screen was 15 or 16 inches. This would support his graphic needs for creative direction with the sensitive tablet. I also would be sufficiently supported with a great mac 1 generation newer then the prior. And the change would be over switching to a PC. Jon works on a PC all day so he knows the changes. The Mac would provide a steady OS familiar and well sufficient for my graphic work - which was the original intention of switching to a new computer. Amazing.
It was only the second week of having the new computer - not enough time to weed my files into it. If timing was not more perfect... and I'm loving it. Trades should always be this easy - everyone benefits. The only way they don't is when the flow of love stops, or is rejected for fear of deceit.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Grade 4 Mentality.
I had a strange dream last night which has really disturbed me this morning. I dreampt I was in my old public school (as scary as that was) but was quite comfortable in my skin to be there. To make it short - I was in grade 12 but was skipping classes that day (as most days) to visit what it was like to be in grade 4 again. The teacher refused me to sit in, so I left. I was not meant to be there and didn't want to be there all day. The rest of my time was spent wandering the halls.
I fear if this were true in any way. My merit for studies have dropped to a low. I always have these dreams of missing classes in highschool and not knowing where to go. Not knowing which class i am supposed to be in. Just wandering empty halls after everyone else has started. Its the most irratating and common dream i have.
I remember another important dream right now so I must write it before i forget.
I fear if this were true in any way. My merit for studies have dropped to a low. I always have these dreams of missing classes in highschool and not knowing where to go. Not knowing which class i am supposed to be in. Just wandering empty halls after everyone else has started. Its the most irratating and common dream i have.
I remember another important dream right now so I must write it before i forget.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Solice in Sovereignty
Working today, I was at my peak when I had made a binding mistake on a book to be bound. I looked at the top page that I had destroyed and read this. I later photocopied a page for myself when duplicating the pages i had messed up.
Never yield to doubt or fear.
Jehovah will provide escape,
Our God ever will be near.
All those enduring to the end
Are those who will be saved.
The book of life will list their names,
A record clearly engraved.
So let endurance be your aim;
Let it have its work complete.
Jahovah`s favor you will know;
With joy you will be replete.
Never yield to doubt or fear.
Jehovah will provide escape,
Our God ever will be near.
All those enduring to the end
Are those who will be saved.
The book of life will list their names,
A record clearly engraved.
So let endurance be your aim;
Let it have its work complete.
Jahovah`s favor you will know;
With joy you will be replete.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Of what I am.
Restless tonight. I sit here.. in my yellow sofa chair - laptop, cushy lifestyle. Little strings attached because i refuse to be toyed. A little alone as a result. The cave of silent existence; peace and toil. I sometimes catch a glimpse of the other side of me - the peaceful side. My room was built for this, but with all in all, there is something left to be acheived. Something to be attained. To be wanted, thinking completion is forward and my key to ecstasy will be seen. What a dry feeling this is.
My reason though for pouring out my lack of contents is not mearly to sap up yours as a reader, but rather to remind you of these moments for the key is simple. There is no other. The only way we will pull ourselves together is not by creating more extentions of ourselves, but to remember that reality is the only extension of our being. Remember being only mind? Go deep into a relaxed state of emptiness and find that wisdom - that wisdom of simply being.
I need not what tomorrow brings for all I know is now. It is all that I am. Who I decided to be know is who I am. There is no way to become it, for it is a swtich in consciousness which gives birth to expansiveness. There is no other. There is only one of you. Pull yourself together.
In this oneness you are at the center of your being. It is the pilot seat of your soul. You are the captain of your vessel, and only here can you chose where life is going. Often our ship is left unmanned as we toil over the tidy details of our ship, but is has no need for decorative purposes. This ship was built for only one function - to sail - and it will sail until it sinks if it should.
Its strange how in this pure state of being - all the answers are there. I've come to realize that all reality is, is a new depth of creation, and with it is a dulled weakened form of depth which is almost impossible to communicate fluently with. No - it is impossible to communicate with. All of these vague ideas we share are but ghosts of their true content. Everything has to be felt through experience, and experience cannot come close to communicate through words. We simply share assocaited experiences by our own personal understanding of the concept. In this way - being is our only teacher, for only from it can we experience true knowledge, wisdom and understanding.
We need no book for this, because we simply are. Simply forgotten. Simply forgotten the identity without the shell. Our focus is on this shell to live out these concepts and make them real in some tangible way - to create, which is why I think all art has failed to acheive its aim, and never will hit its target. Same with science. Its born of its own measurement, and cannot bridge the gap to the mind - for the experiece - the revelation - the miracle is you. It is you.
The key is being in the now. There is no other. You are that I am.
My reason though for pouring out my lack of contents is not mearly to sap up yours as a reader, but rather to remind you of these moments for the key is simple. There is no other. The only way we will pull ourselves together is not by creating more extentions of ourselves, but to remember that reality is the only extension of our being. Remember being only mind? Go deep into a relaxed state of emptiness and find that wisdom - that wisdom of simply being.
I need not what tomorrow brings for all I know is now. It is all that I am. Who I decided to be know is who I am. There is no way to become it, for it is a swtich in consciousness which gives birth to expansiveness. There is no other. There is only one of you. Pull yourself together.
In this oneness you are at the center of your being. It is the pilot seat of your soul. You are the captain of your vessel, and only here can you chose where life is going. Often our ship is left unmanned as we toil over the tidy details of our ship, but is has no need for decorative purposes. This ship was built for only one function - to sail - and it will sail until it sinks if it should.
Its strange how in this pure state of being - all the answers are there. I've come to realize that all reality is, is a new depth of creation, and with it is a dulled weakened form of depth which is almost impossible to communicate fluently with. No - it is impossible to communicate with. All of these vague ideas we share are but ghosts of their true content. Everything has to be felt through experience, and experience cannot come close to communicate through words. We simply share assocaited experiences by our own personal understanding of the concept. In this way - being is our only teacher, for only from it can we experience true knowledge, wisdom and understanding.
We need no book for this, because we simply are. Simply forgotten. Simply forgotten the identity without the shell. Our focus is on this shell to live out these concepts and make them real in some tangible way - to create, which is why I think all art has failed to acheive its aim, and never will hit its target. Same with science. Its born of its own measurement, and cannot bridge the gap to the mind - for the experiece - the revelation - the miracle is you. It is you.
The key is being in the now. There is no other. You are that I am.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
A little bit of this - a little bit of that
I guess it comes with the season. Our hype for what is good and "holy" for our whole lives has become a foreign thing when the seasons change. Spring cleaning of the clutter accumulated from a season of winters chill slowly setting in from a dark falls welcome. I say welcome for for every season should be welcomed alike. Its all we know - the waxing and wanning of every polarity. Change is our life - how we identify and measure things. Everyday turnes to the next; the 12 hour cycles down to the second and what divisons lie below. I beg to offer this perspective; that life was meant to change. There is often resistence of what is natually veining through our intimate lives, mating with our physical identities and merging with others in hopes to make two flesh one. This was meant to be, yet change must take place for there to be resecution of the two into one. This reminds me well of a verse in the gospel of Thomas of which I'll recite.
They said to him, "Shall we then, as children, enter the Kingdom?"
Jesus said to them, "When you make the inside like the outside, and the outside like the inside, and the above like the below, and when you make the male and the female one and the same, so that the male not be male nor the female female; and when you fashion eyes in the place of an eye, and a hand in the place of a hand, and a foot in the place of a foot, and a likeness in the place of likeness, then you will enter the Kingdom."
The seasons pass as they will, but when we harmonize with their movement and ways, the more we merge with their nature. I speak of the nature of all things. Not nature, but the all. Follow me? :) The resistence of the changes creates the stresses we bear. When the two become of one, then you will enter the Kingdom of heaven - which would mean to be of one mind, body and soul.
Words are just coming to me right now so I'll just type. "Let it be" John Lennon sang, and I say now "let it fall". Letting go of what seems so desperately to escape us, should be released. It shows that it either has nothing left to give, and that we and it no longer serves purpose. So why hold onto it? Let it fall away, and it will go where it will be "recycled". I like to think of our concept of gravity as being reversed in a spiritual sense. What is down is really up. You let it fall and it is sacrificed to God's natually. When we let go of everything, including the body or the ego; they too are replaced in a cosmic sense.
All things go up and down - which way you see them fluxing matters not. The way we merge with the cycles is most important though so our harmonization will keep us grounded with the movments or our patterns will turn irregular and sparatically waisted off the path of these patterns emerging in the universe.
Let there be a time for all things, and let it pass as easily as it comes -- and as the oracle from the Matrix says "and before you know it, you'll feel as right as rain".
They said to him, "Shall we then, as children, enter the Kingdom?"
Jesus said to them, "When you make the inside like the outside, and the outside like the inside, and the above like the below, and when you make the male and the female one and the same, so that the male not be male nor the female female; and when you fashion eyes in the place of an eye, and a hand in the place of a hand, and a foot in the place of a foot, and a likeness in the place of likeness, then you will enter the Kingdom."
The seasons pass as they will, but when we harmonize with their movement and ways, the more we merge with their nature. I speak of the nature of all things. Not nature, but the all. Follow me? :) The resistence of the changes creates the stresses we bear. When the two become of one, then you will enter the Kingdom of heaven - which would mean to be of one mind, body and soul.
Words are just coming to me right now so I'll just type. "Let it be" John Lennon sang, and I say now "let it fall". Letting go of what seems so desperately to escape us, should be released. It shows that it either has nothing left to give, and that we and it no longer serves purpose. So why hold onto it? Let it fall away, and it will go where it will be "recycled". I like to think of our concept of gravity as being reversed in a spiritual sense. What is down is really up. You let it fall and it is sacrificed to God's natually. When we let go of everything, including the body or the ego; they too are replaced in a cosmic sense.
All things go up and down - which way you see them fluxing matters not. The way we merge with the cycles is most important though so our harmonization will keep us grounded with the movments or our patterns will turn irregular and sparatically waisted off the path of these patterns emerging in the universe.
Let there be a time for all things, and let it pass as easily as it comes -- and as the oracle from the Matrix says "and before you know it, you'll feel as right as rain".
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Staying young tips
A compilation of short tips I've come to recognize. Take it with a sense of humor. I'm always adding to it.
If you have a beard, stroke it. It slows down time.
Eat more - feel better about your gluttony.
Sing like a bird, even if your not the prettiest tweet in the trees. Otherwise the forest would be very silent.
Remember who you are.
Stay positive.
Forgive yourself and others.
Forget not what it was like to be at the beginning; then there will be no end.
Stop doing what you hate.
Stop trying to look young.
Eat oatmeal every morning. Perfect the concoction every morning to suit you.
Apple a day keeps the doctor away - maybe keeps you young at the same time.
Forget about time as much as possible.
Meditate.
Let your mind wander as far and as long as possible away from the ego.
Confront death and rid all fear of it.
Remember who you are inside - it will see you through.
Resistance of any kind will cause recession.
Follow your heart till the ends of the earth - there you will peace.
Make your home in the hearts of others.
Never fear anything.
Know thyself.
If you have a beard, stroke it. It slows down time.
Eat more - feel better about your gluttony.
Sing like a bird, even if your not the prettiest tweet in the trees. Otherwise the forest would be very silent.
Remember who you are.
Stay positive.
Forgive yourself and others.
Forget not what it was like to be at the beginning; then there will be no end.
Stop doing what you hate.
Stop trying to look young.
Eat oatmeal every morning. Perfect the concoction every morning to suit you.
Apple a day keeps the doctor away - maybe keeps you young at the same time.
Forget about time as much as possible.
Meditate.
Let your mind wander as far and as long as possible away from the ego.
Confront death and rid all fear of it.
Remember who you are inside - it will see you through.
Resistance of any kind will cause recession.
Follow your heart till the ends of the earth - there you will peace.
Make your home in the hearts of others.
Never fear anything.
Know thyself.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Ode to Freedom
Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Simply a word. Say it again and hear out the syllables and sound them out. Just a word. What is it? My thoughts about its definition : its a release of slavery. Slavery is not something the nazi's did to old europe, or what happened to the Israelites under the rule of egypt. Slavery is something you are willing to be a slave to. What you do attests to what you believe. What another one forces onto your own nature does not make you willing, but does not make you the master anymore of your body, which is then their responsibility. But what I mean by slavery is the kind of slavery you give yourself to. This "habit" or whatever it is is eventually realized to be unbalancing something in yourself, but its hard to target the source of your blindness when it has taken your eyes. The unbalance is intoxicating, and leaves a sense of feeling lost and unaware. Leaves room for the excuse of ignorance so the problem persists as long as it can.
Freedom means nothing without something to be free of. What does freedom mean to you? Freedom of pain? Freedom of your boyfriend? A feeling? A thing? An emotion? A obligation? A concept?
At the heart of all these ideas is its roots in fear. We have a lot of fear about everything we can imagine. Where it is not? Fear is to be cast out of alignment of your space. Fear is fixed in the identity. Its to usurp anothers strength by means to help them, which is entirely not possible. For you cannot enslave another without them giving their will.
Fear is left to the embrace of the perceiver. If the subject was understood completely, it would not surpass them and therefore would be nothing to fear. It would trouble them, but then they would come to own the subject itself and banish the fear which kept them from crossing the street in the first place.
This is why I left some of my earlier roots, but if i hadn't, I would have been lost in my insecurities in the world around me which all at the same time seemed to oppose me, which is entirely untrue.
To close, I must mention this verse from the gospel of thomas - one of my favorite books.
(2) Jesus said, "Let him who seeks continue to seek until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled. When he becomes troubled, he will be astonished, and he will come to rule over the all."
Freedom means nothing without something to be free of. What does freedom mean to you? Freedom of pain? Freedom of your boyfriend? A feeling? A thing? An emotion? A obligation? A concept?
At the heart of all these ideas is its roots in fear. We have a lot of fear about everything we can imagine. Where it is not? Fear is to be cast out of alignment of your space. Fear is fixed in the identity. Its to usurp anothers strength by means to help them, which is entirely not possible. For you cannot enslave another without them giving their will.
Fear is left to the embrace of the perceiver. If the subject was understood completely, it would not surpass them and therefore would be nothing to fear. It would trouble them, but then they would come to own the subject itself and banish the fear which kept them from crossing the street in the first place.
This is why I left some of my earlier roots, but if i hadn't, I would have been lost in my insecurities in the world around me which all at the same time seemed to oppose me, which is entirely untrue.
To close, I must mention this verse from the gospel of thomas - one of my favorite books.
(2) Jesus said, "Let him who seeks continue to seek until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled. When he becomes troubled, he will be astonished, and he will come to rule over the all."
Sunday, November 1, 2009
'I'll pay for this later' symptom
Certainly should sound familiar. I know I'm terribly guilty of it as we all are. Certainly the implications of the statement go as far as all financial distress, but my anthology hopefully will stretch the use of this term. Particularly because I hadn't the word the describe this malicious frenzy which has us plagued with longevity to a sudden death it seems.
To explain what I mean; there was once and old man who huddled every morning under his cardboard shelter, away from the crowds in a shadow shrouded corner. His life used to be once a simple kind - pay as you go plan, one step at a time seemed effortless and and unaccounted for. Like all of us born into a world pregnant with possibilty, he now finds himself now lost and confused with his dire predicament, unable to muster the confidence and willingness to pay for what he had owed to life, even if he had it. His body now cold and fragile, his energy is waisted on a fortune now spent to the world he owes with none of it owed back to his of what he owed. A confusing predicament in itself, for where did he benefit from it?
Who has the money we owe? Is there some limit to the flow of whatever it is we're exchanging? How is it we're struggling to find ground on a endless field of possibilities, in a field as wide as this earth? How many plagued beliefs do we have that hold false have kept us stuck? These are all the questions we could easily conjure up from the anxieties pressed on our minds.
Because what our senses tell us seem to have a limit to tolerance, we assume that the juice has all been sapped from the tree. I have news that the seasons will change, and are readily available for harvest when one is able to reap the realization of a field not yet threshed. The world we live in is not a world of limit. There is a limit to what we see (proven my the analogy of an iceberg) but a world no yet seen that we cannot yet harvest. Sometimes we just need to realize the season for one harvest is over and it is time to start over again. You cannot harvest the same field annually - its needs its break, or "sabbatical" in jewish terms. We too need to start a new harvest when one is finished.
All changes in time. One segment leads to another, and at the end of each is like changing lives - living another ones job and responsibilities. This is important to realize so that resistance is minimal when the tides change. Just retreat to higher ground. There is always an abundance - its important to realize there is no limit to all space, and time.
Life is a burden because we created this suffering out of our desperation to cling to the moments and things we hold to with our identity. If we hadn't these attachments, life would pass as easy as it came. Remember the feeling of having a butt-load of homework to do after the end of the day? Our focus is temporarily suspended on paradise while obligation still holds on the other side of reality. This is really the concept in a nutshell; to be there in body, but mind placed ahead of its evolution, so there is a disconnect between you and it. There is a contradiction that grows greater over time. Decay sets in on the things left undone and untended for as the body withers and passes away, and we inherit a new body out of necessity as the old dies. This is where our "drug-like" addictions to our earthly habits keep us suspended from reality as repetition sets a constant standard of escape. The only way to cancel out anything is meet it head on with no assists and process what shift in consciousness needs to be done so the pain will subside and illness will not set in.
Life has placed upon us a wager. Karma translated is actually "action". We cannot run from ourselves. What we do to another is what we receive in return. Our duty is cleanup. Realizing that we share these grounds will only accelerate our progression as a human race, for what we clean up for anothers sake places us in the act of atonement - the one duty we were given. Love, wisdom and unity.
The old man I once spoke about - the story hadn't ended. The story will end though when someone will come to help him realize his potential as a part in this unity about to take place. When he realizes this hope from his alienated self, he will come to not fear himself or the world around him for he will know it all. He will continue where he left off; at the beginning.
"Life can only be understood backward, but it must be lived forward."
-- Søren Aaby Kierkegaard
To explain what I mean; there was once and old man who huddled every morning under his cardboard shelter, away from the crowds in a shadow shrouded corner. His life used to be once a simple kind - pay as you go plan, one step at a time seemed effortless and and unaccounted for. Like all of us born into a world pregnant with possibilty, he now finds himself now lost and confused with his dire predicament, unable to muster the confidence and willingness to pay for what he had owed to life, even if he had it. His body now cold and fragile, his energy is waisted on a fortune now spent to the world he owes with none of it owed back to his of what he owed. A confusing predicament in itself, for where did he benefit from it?
Who has the money we owe? Is there some limit to the flow of whatever it is we're exchanging? How is it we're struggling to find ground on a endless field of possibilities, in a field as wide as this earth? How many plagued beliefs do we have that hold false have kept us stuck? These are all the questions we could easily conjure up from the anxieties pressed on our minds.
Because what our senses tell us seem to have a limit to tolerance, we assume that the juice has all been sapped from the tree. I have news that the seasons will change, and are readily available for harvest when one is able to reap the realization of a field not yet threshed. The world we live in is not a world of limit. There is a limit to what we see (proven my the analogy of an iceberg) but a world no yet seen that we cannot yet harvest. Sometimes we just need to realize the season for one harvest is over and it is time to start over again. You cannot harvest the same field annually - its needs its break, or "sabbatical" in jewish terms. We too need to start a new harvest when one is finished.
All changes in time. One segment leads to another, and at the end of each is like changing lives - living another ones job and responsibilities. This is important to realize so that resistance is minimal when the tides change. Just retreat to higher ground. There is always an abundance - its important to realize there is no limit to all space, and time.
Life is a burden because we created this suffering out of our desperation to cling to the moments and things we hold to with our identity. If we hadn't these attachments, life would pass as easy as it came. Remember the feeling of having a butt-load of homework to do after the end of the day? Our focus is temporarily suspended on paradise while obligation still holds on the other side of reality. This is really the concept in a nutshell; to be there in body, but mind placed ahead of its evolution, so there is a disconnect between you and it. There is a contradiction that grows greater over time. Decay sets in on the things left undone and untended for as the body withers and passes away, and we inherit a new body out of necessity as the old dies. This is where our "drug-like" addictions to our earthly habits keep us suspended from reality as repetition sets a constant standard of escape. The only way to cancel out anything is meet it head on with no assists and process what shift in consciousness needs to be done so the pain will subside and illness will not set in.
Life has placed upon us a wager. Karma translated is actually "action". We cannot run from ourselves. What we do to another is what we receive in return. Our duty is cleanup. Realizing that we share these grounds will only accelerate our progression as a human race, for what we clean up for anothers sake places us in the act of atonement - the one duty we were given. Love, wisdom and unity.
The old man I once spoke about - the story hadn't ended. The story will end though when someone will come to help him realize his potential as a part in this unity about to take place. When he realizes this hope from his alienated self, he will come to not fear himself or the world around him for he will know it all. He will continue where he left off; at the beginning.
"Life can only be understood backward, but it must be lived forward."
-- Søren Aaby Kierkegaard
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