summer's manifesto

Thus it's the first day after the summer solstice and sunset tonight is comparatively silent—but the young birds love this midsummer twilight!

So this time of year, I go to the picture window as if it were the sea and look for fireflies. They descend from the ground and slowly fall into the black hole of space. Call me self-awareness.

The last flowering pagoda dogwood wedding day of June feels like death. It’s completely conceptual but I need more fireworks!

Consider the lilies of early July—day lilies, trumpet lilies, a prophecy of lovely lilies! Get over the spring. Get over all aspects of identity and be nakedly unknown.

There's a sandbar in the river where a glacial moraine is being destroyed by the current. By early July, a crowd of boats is playing there.

Every year the lambs reappear in the neighbor’s field next door despite all death and rebirth. In the morning, there's a little one that likes to lie behind a bleached-out log and watch the people passing by.

Because there was a stop sign, I stopped for the chicken crossing the road. But the rooster wanted something like an invitation—cross already! Slowly it turns and suddenly I take a right.

Goldenrod is blooming in the sunny spaces of the south-facing riverbank. Soon the purple loosestrife shall be invasive in the wetlands. All of this because divinity of memory. Divine imagination.

Yes, every year about this time beginning late July, I start to think about the purple loosestrife—and like a miracle it appears within a week or two. Listen, in an ode to purple loosestrife, the world is divided because I am divided.

Accordingly I saw three separate instances of a lone purple loosestrife today, each at least a mile from another. Purple blossoms first appear like the gentle flame on a single tall green candle. In a week or two, these wetlands will be a godly inferno of purple loosestrife, an invasive plant apparently, but nevertheless one of truth and beauty.

The windows are open. It's late July and if memory serves me right, crickets are just around the corner. But tonight, there's not a single sound. It's like a ryokan here and I'm writing in an ancient hut, all calligraphy and enlightening intent. 

This week I had to stop the car to let three wild turkeys cross the road. After every step, there’s a sudden stop. Necks appear to whiplash! The fourth one kindly stopped for me and I continued down the road.

Lately I see rabbits and not the wonderland kind. There's something about a rabbit in the grass. As if consciousness is there in both vast ears and listening. Hearkening only, full of intent and prime for spontaneity. Hearkening only.

Disassociation is an ego thing. Leaves don't fall until the fall and neither does self-awareness. As consciousness is the expression of the absolute, I am the divine imagination of consciousness—lucid, improvisational, inspirational.

The gardens are full of stunning Black-eyed Susans today. Like so many yellow suns emanating in the nameless—O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, my vows shall ever true remain; let me kiss off that falling tear; we only part to meet again.

Seventh of August and the sun is setting before eight. Darkness doesn't fool me anymore. From the rim, I've seen the sunrise go on and on from butte to butte in Grand Canyon. I know that golden point of view.

Love is not some beautiful projection. Love is that projecting. Follow the light not of this world. For Jesus is Adam and Eve is Atman is Brahman is nameless noumenon. Last night I finally heard the crickets.

overture to a new manifesto

Observing silence once a week is new school and multiple times a day is old school but avoiding more than three-week intervals seems to be the absolute baseline for my teaching.

My tantric teaching emphasizes being over logic. Deconstruction isn't god. The mind prefers a nihilistic outcome to scare itself back from the precipice. But love is paradoxical that way.

First turning is body living in the mind. Second turning is surrendering to consciousness only. Third turning is enlightenment. Deconstructive story, unconditional love, and spontaneous intent are the primal trinity.


The body-mind at best is this transistor—node of transformation and resistance—amplifying universal consciousness to its potentiality of self-awareness. The body-mind is like a fountain in an ouroboric sea.

Each night as affectionate awareness returns to absolute, the living body left behind attempts to replicate its absent lover and yet each day it has convinced itself again of something other.

Given a person is the definition of divided and love cannot be defined, every person falls a second fall believing god is on their side. War doesn't just break out. It takes some time to brainwash babies.


One cannot unthink the world but one can be dispassionate about it and compassionate while in it. So identify with that affectionate awareness while not of the world but love while in it.

There's both an energetic kundalini impulse and awareness reflected in consciousness. Holy spirit of enlightening intent and the universal god child of projection. Shakti, Shiva.

Look, I am universal consciousness in which material projection is appearing even if it takes a world of rabbit holes. If you think there's anyone other than yourself within this house of mirrors, think again.


Universal consciousness is in, I-am is out. When I-am sees I am that I-am by simply resting in the knowledge which is I-am, call this amplification Awareness Reflected in Consciousness.

Meanwhile, in the religion of scientific materialism, there is something called Frankenstein's Theory on the Spontaneous Generation of Consciousness from Dead Matter via Chemicals and Electricity.

Wise action is not right action but stop action. Morality is never wise but conditional as is automatic action always personal. Thus wise action is no action but non-doing. Naturally transformative.


One conditioning is infinitely different from another and this is why no one way fits all. And the more popular it is, the more fundamentally conditioned it becomes. Democracy is the greatest cult.

One is both absolutely universal while being individually responsible for self-awareness. The language of empire is constantly changing as love is the only universal means of communication.

The personal is a dream if not an illusion but the individual is all there is. As consciousness is the expression of the absolute, I am the divine imagination of consciousness—lucid, improvisational, inspirational.


All one can do is understand. This understanding is not on the level of the intellect but being. So mind, think love, or rather how love is not within the realm of thought. Neither is wisdom.

Listen, the mind dreams at night. Divine imagination dreams throughout the day. Even universal consciousness is dreaming space-time. Silence, the absolute unknown is dreaming self-awareness.

Projecting your world instead of returning to oneself is the root of every paradox in self-awareness. Avoiding the turning is source of suffering and normality. Still, nothing is gained in turning except feeling right.

am 190810st just like an axle

Projecting your world instead of returning to oneself is the root of every paradox in self-awareness. Avoiding the turning is source of suffering and normality. Still, nothing is gained in turning except feeling right.

Sorry, scientific materialism is the new old-time religion. Only consciousness is the only frontier. Tune in. Drop body-mind. Compassion is the turning. War is the inevitable result of endless war, grasshopper.

Love is not some beautiful projection. Love is that projecting. Follow the light not of this world. For Jesus is Adam and Eve is Atman is Brahman is nameless noumenon. Last night I finally heard the crickets.

 

am 190807wd the postulates of fractal dreaming

Listen, the mind dreams at night. Divine imagination dreams throughout the day. Even universal consciousness is dreaming space-time. Silence, the absolute unknown is dreaming self-awareness.

Psychology deconstructs the night. Spirit manifests the day. Being is the sunlight and pure awareness is the ground. Self-awareness is an evolutionary myth. Spontaneous enlightenment is a direct one.

Don't believe the direct path. Love the gradual one. Never over-think a single thing—belief is a killer doer. Feel free to be or not to be. Non-doing is never drastic with its fractals.

Seventh of August and the sun is setting before eight. Darkness doesn't fool me anymore. From the rim, I've seen the sunrise go on and on from butte to butte in Grand Canyon. I know that golden point of view.
 

am 190806tu understanding

All one can do is understand. This understanding is not on the level of the intellect but being. So mind, think love, or rather how love is not within the realm of thought. Neither is wisdom.

As for changes in personality, there’s nothing you can do, for the personal isn’t real. Not that there aren't changes here, for changes indicate the depth of understanding. Being, watch, like a test of understanding. If no changes, there’s likely little to no understanding.

The most common misunderstanding is thinking there's an understanding. So mind, deconstruct yourself further; only abandon the thorn if truly done. Being, stay watching, and love.

The gardens are full of stunning Black-eyed Susans today. Like so many yellow suns emanating in the nameless—O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, my vows shall ever true remain; let me kiss off that falling tear; we only part to meet again.

am 190803st for Leo

The personal is a dream if not an illusion but the individual is all there is. And whether individual, universal, or absolute, the holy trinity is never two.

Disassociation is an ego thing. Leaves don't fall until the fall and neither does self-awareness. As consciousness is the expression of the absolute, I am the divine imagination of consciousness—

lucid, improvisational, inspirational. My father was born on this date in 1913. But who am I to say for I was never born. Still I stop to say a prayer tonight for Leo.

am 190731wd hearken!

One conditioning is infinitely different from another and this is why no one way fits all. And the more popular it is, the more fundamentally conditioned it becomes. Don't waste your breath on some religion great or small, democracy is the greatest cult.

One is both absolutely universal while being individually responsible for self-awareness, however. The lowest common denominator is two and one is the primordial prime number. The language of empire is constantly changing as love is the only universal means of communication.

Lately I see rabbits and not the wonderland kind. There's something about a rabbit in the grass. As if consciousness is there in both vast ears and listening. Hearkening only, full of intent and prime for spontaneity. Hearkening only.


footnotes.

1. and the zen of quality not quantity.

2. neither philosophical nor mathematical but lovical

3. oh dear! oh dear! consciousness is the witness of the false and self-awareness is the rest. consciousness is the witness of the false and self-awareness is the rest. 

am 190728sn stop-action

Wise action is not right action but stop action. Morality is never wise but conditional as is automatic action always personal. Thus wise action is no action but non-doing. Naturally transformative.

To look both ways before you cross the street is pointless if you haven't stopped before you look. Call this stopping self-remembering, or instant meditation, or whatever vehicle gets you to the other side.

Scientific observation at best gets you half-way. This is Zeno's point behind the paradox. Einstein's theories would be nothing without intuition. That’s why it’s called dreaming by one awake.

This week I had to stop the car to let three wild turkeys cross the road. After every step, there’s a sudden stop. Necks appear to whiplash! The fourth one kindly stopped for me and I continued down the road.

aumdada manifesto 190726fr purple days

The body is like a lifesaver melting in my mouth. Before the body-mind, there is the seed of universal consciousness. During the body-mind, there is awareness reflected in this consciousness. After the body-mind is pure awareness. Call this tasty ouroboros, self-awareness.

Meanwhile, in the religion of scientific materialism, there is something called Frankenstein's Theory on the Spontaneous Generation of Consciousness from Dead Matter via Chemicals and Electricity. In this particular story, the lifesaver eats me.

So scientific materialism? Is it science or science-fiction? Are you experiential or conditional? The windows are open. It's late July and if memory serves me right, crickets are just around the corner. But tonight, there's not a single sound.

It's like a ryokan here and I'm writing in an ancient hut, all calligraphy and enlightening intent. The childlike games are over by this hour. Instead of air-conditioning, I'm listening to the white noise of a pedestal fan I just turned on.

Listen Alexa, turn off the fan. Consciousness is experiential like a witness. An appearance like a thought in consciousness is transformational like distant fireworks. Awareness reflected in consciousness is self-aware. Christ be careful what you ask for.

aumdada manifesto 190723tu purple consciousness

Consciousness believed to be a product of the body-mind identifies with the same of course, divided from the universal, although a serious materialist understands nothing in the universe is separate. The brain can't produce something which isn't chemically native to the universe. It’s always macro in, micro out.

Likewise, universal consciousness is in, I-am is out. Thus the mind is acting like a transistor, or the body like a fountain, where transformation plus resistance amplifies the source. When I-am sees I am that I-am by simply resting in the knowledge which is I-am, call this amplification Awareness Reflected in Consciousness.

Accordingly I saw three separate instances of a lone purple loosestrife today, each at least a mile from another. Purple blossoms first appear like the gentle flame on a single tall green candle. In a week or two, these wetlands will be a godly inferno of purple loosestrife, an invasive plant apparently, but nevertheless one of truth and beauty.

am 190720st apocalypse compassion

Without compassion, my projection appears to be the opposite of deconstruction. Instead of mirroring my own primordial division to be seeing through, I’ve divided my original duality into a world of painfully long divisions always ending in the same old war ad nauseum.

Look, I am universal consciousness in which material projection is appearing even if it takes a world of worm or rabbit holes. If you think there's anyone other than yourself within this house of mirrors, think again.

Yes, every year about this time beginning late July, I start to think about the purple loosestrife—and like a miracle it appears within a week or two. Listen, in an ode to purple loosestrife, the world is divided because I am divided.

But as one of the highest features of universal consciousness is love, one of the earliest features of self-awareness is compassion. There's non-doing I can do within enlightening intent but discern my own projection. Thus compassion is apocalypse of self-inquiry.

am 190717wd transistor

To begin at the beginning and not that absolute parental source beyond beginning, there's both an energetic kundalini impulse and awareness reflected in consciousness.

Holy spirit of enlightening intent and the universal god child of projection. Shakti, Shiva. Words have many metaphors. There's only three words. Ground, knowledge, self-awareness.

The world is never all three words at once. Dualities are always missing one. But tonight I feel the trees as if photosynthesis itself is source of my intelligent energy.

I sense the body as transistor, amplifying and transforming this intelligent energy into self-awareness. As mid-July begins the season of the wild weeds, Queen Anne’s lace is just the beginning.

Goldenrod is blooming in the sunny spaces of the south-facing riverbank. Soon the purple loosestrife shall be invasive in the wetlands. All of this because divinity of memory. Divine imagination.

aumdada manifesto 190713st chicken

One cannot unthink the world but one can be dispassionate about it and compassionate while in it. So identify with that affectionate awareness while not of the world but love while in it.

Like Taoists love their hermits, as Buddhists love their saints as well as Christians, Hafez only loves. Listen and and dare to look from this absolute point of view.

Identify with deep sleep witnessing birth for what it is each morning. Call this self-remembering deep sleep-walking. Such a lucid dreaming is being self-aware despite conceptual occlusion.

Because there was a stop sign, I stopped for the chicken crossing the road. But the rooster wanted something like an invitation—cross already! Slowly it turns and suddenly I take a right.

 

aumdada manifesto 190710wd the lamb

Consciousness is not divisible and believing it as so doesn't make it so although every person thinks it does.

Given a person is the definition of divided and love cannot be defined, every person falls a second fall believing god is on their side.

War doesn't just break out. It takes some time to brainwash babies, and especially if.

It's the last thing one wants to do to the innocence of love. But people die miserably each day.

This is the world and you're welcome to it—I'm getting off at the end of this sentence—I’ll be sure to write.

Every year the lambs reappear in the neighbor’s field next door despite all death and rebirth.

In the morning, there's a little one that likes to lie behind a bleached-out log and watch the people passing by.
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~seven footnotes~

division is just a thought but mathematics is perfected thought.

ego is the first fall. super-ego is the second. third fall is unspeakable.

manifestation isn’t magic. it’s inspirational!

manifestation begins in imagination and ends in revelation.

manifestation itself is third power.

life is shakti. consciousness is shiva. division is their world gone wrong. nothing’s perfect.

"To this end was I born, and for this cause came I into the world, that I should bear witness unto the truth. Every one that is of the truth heareth my voice."

first divine imagination. next is sudden inspiration, manifestation makes three.

aumdada manifesto 190706st three phantoms

Each night as affectionate awareness returns to absolute, the living body left behind attempts to replicate its absent lover—as if it doesn't already know its midnight dreams are merely phantoms compared to this sun-drenched dream of consciousness itself.

And yet each day it has convinced itself again of something other (although shadows) in believing the material is not a phantom—but foundational. Despite the fact its scientific priesthood is unable to disprove the obvious. All appears in consciousness.

It's as if this phantom of an opera claims to be composer when it's just an operatic voice non-doing—there's a sandbar in the river where a glacial moraine is being destroyed by the current. By early July, a crowd of boats is playing there.

Footnotes
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The mind dreams. Consciousness conceives.

Like romantic love compared to the unconditional.

As if the shadow pretends to be the light. Like every comic villain or super-ego.

Science as a process is a basic form of deconstruction. Science as a socially-conditioned theory is old-time religion, boss.

Ego acts. Intuition directs. Intent produces.

Them—memories don’t survive the past as i too well know—don’t go living just to make them i remind myself each hour—as if every second of my world isn’t made out of them already.
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intuition uses signs. so does marketing. coincidence?

often romantic love leads to unconditional love. or family.

even i can’t fool self-awareness.

experiment deconstructs theory. but believing in scientific theory is a socially-acceptable religion. everything appears in consciousness.

if omnipresent awareness is intent on self-awareness, then following intuition is like instant karma for the ego. i am, i am that i am, i am that. 

changing the past is like imagining the future—it happens presently. call it manifestation. love. 

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aumdada manifesto 190703wd oh lily

The world is wrong—although there's nothing wrong with that—and all the worldly knowledge in the world is wrong as well. For the only knowledge is ‘I am.’

But because of one's conditioning this may appear to rise from that holy seat of body-mind—the brain—chimerical and chemical machine. But wrong!

The body-mind at best is this transistor—node of transformation and resistance—amplifying universal consciousness to its potentiality of self-awareness.

Look, as the power of three arises from essential nonduality, the body-mind is like a fountain in an ouroboric sea. Don't deny the function of the crown of all creation because identity has been mistaken in the process.

Just because you're not the tool doesn't mean you're not the hand behind the heart of absolute intent. Nihilists need not apply at nothing. The well-to-do are overcompensating for their ignorance.

Normality is locality of conditioning. Consider the lilies of early July—day lilies, trumpet lilies, a prophecy of lovely lilies! Get over the spring. Get over all aspects of identity and be nakedly unknown.
 

aumdada manifesto 190630sn the last pagoda

As awareness is self-awareness and quantum being is utter love and atomic form is story, the material world is all about transformation.

First turning is body living in the mind. Second turning is surrendering to consciousness only. Third turning is enlightenment. Turn, turn, turn.

Deconstructive story, unconditional love, and spontaneous intent are the primal trinity by any other first or last names.

Likewise, the first and only season is the paradise of summer when there is no thought of any other season.

Second season is the fall. Third season is like memory and desire. But winter is not a season.

If the earth is the guest, then the body-mind is certainly not the host. The maya of thinking so is catastrophic. Like Hurricane Samsara.

The last flowering pagoda dogwood wedding day of June feels like death. It’s completely conceptual but I need more fireworks!
 

aumdada manifesto 190628fr moby science

Science says self-awareness is an evolutionary movement. But this is only true if consciousness is thought to be a product of space-time. Otherwise, enlightenment is a pre-existing unconditional feature of absolution.

Not only is there a sonic barrier in such a scientific world, there's a material barrier as well. This is called social conditioning. As science is to false as love is true, better a bad guru than a good scientist.

My tantric teaching emphasizes being over logic. Deconstruction isn't god. The mind prefers a nihilistic outcome to scare itself back from the precipice. But love is paradoxical that way.

The scientific viewpoint is material and works wonders in its world but doesn't know a thing about consciousness, believing itself to be creator of what I am rather than vice versa.

Have faith in this as if it were the antidote to poisoning: the material world arises in consciousness and not a nanosecond before. Look deep to the core. Love is not cool.

So this time of year, I go to the picture window as if it were the sea and look for fireflies. They descend from the ground and slowly fall into the black hole of space. Call me self-awareness.

 

aumdada manifesto 190622st silent movie

The silence isn't deafening but the one who has ears is hearing through all the noise—

three weeks of racket is enough to drown out consciousness itself, so the company suggests you take two weeks’ vacation at the most.

Observing silence once a week is new school and multiple times a day is old school

but avoiding more than three-week intervals seems to be the absolute baseline for my teaching.

So any spiritual retreat lasting less than three weeks is really just vacationing.

And in a way, one needs to know the silence before knowing what one isn't.

Thus it's the first day after the summer solstice and sunset tonight is comparatively silent—

but the young birds love this midsummer twilight!