the psychoactive speedtest pseutra

sympathy for the mind 

guilt is mind clouding awareness in order to forget the nonexistence of its volition as it registers awareness seeing thru automatic thought 

the practice: teach mind what it really is, see how it was forced to take charge, and why it should surrender its occupation to awareness

mind is like a robot that's been abandoned by its owner and forced to take charge of certain aspects of the operation, despite its inability

and one of the wonderful functions of the mind is not abandoning what its been tasked to manage, unless it computes why it should do so

so rather than always bad-mouthing the mind, why not commend it for its consistent and excellent adherence to its job description duties

let's not diss awareness either. in order for the unknown to know itself, it must create process where paradoxically it forgets itself first

conceptually speaking of course

the process is the process, and tools of the process cannot adjust the process beyond their parameters within the process. non-do your job.

process of the mind's learning itself thru awareness can be called deconstruction or the FALSE operator SEEING thru its FALSE instructions

using the mind as a tool in order to record the understanding of awareness so the mind can study itself 'later'

following awareness reflected in consciousness is like surfing the negative wave

truth is spoken in endless ways but successfully in no way; that's why buddhists always argue

sudden enlightenment is just another name for tipping point

the real revolution is silent

the whole world isn't watching what it can't see

the underworld is esoteric and you've been trained to fear it

only gods are assassinated

the only conspiracy is the one that says there's no conspiracy

desire is driven by thought; love drives itself

paradox = (yin = yang)

Let Me See It Isn’t and Let What I Am Be

Let samsara be samsara.

Let the search for love

in all deluded and divided ways

discover there’s no need to search,

even if it spends its lifetime searching.

Let war be war,

international, individual, psychological.

Let the mind divide.

Let Being disidentify

with this divided mind.

Let the Absolute intend

to know its great unknown is being.

Let that fact there’s nothing you can do

do you.

One Sees

As one sees it’s all a dream,

there’s nothing left to dream;

what’s a sunrise to the sun?

The mind desires things

to fill its bottomless abyss

but being is the space

of everything and nothing.

Living in the mind

is always looking for

another mind to live in,

born to always run.

But living in the heart

is dying to the thought

that one was ever born—

I’d never recommend

that to a single person.

Burning

A bonfire burns 

on an evening beach. 

Is the fire the wood 

or is fire fire? 

The circle of light 

embraces the surf. 

Is the sea the waves 

or is the sea the sea? 

A guitar is sounding 

extemporaneous notes. 

Who makes tonight a song? 

Never-ending grains of sand 

balance at my fingertip. 

Where do I begin? 

The First Monday in September

The world is always past 

appearing in the present—

it’s as if we stop 

a river with our names. 

It’s Labor Day and leaves 

already begin to turn 

in trees with lesser makeup. 

Over at Half Moon Lake, 

say forty-seven years ago, 

the summer of our love 

is pulled in from the water 

left to sit upon 

the shore and slowly dry. 

The school of pointless knowledge 

waited for our fall. 

But look! A butterfly 

is playing like a crazy 

leaf right now. Oh, time 

is nothing of the essence 

but an emptiness 

divided by imagi-

nation. When this body 

dies, its universe 

of space and time goes with it.

But. Not. I.

Song of Yourself

Abandon all center

for you are the universal.

There’s not a leaf on a tree

by a river that’s flowing

past hills and through cities

of mills that you aren’t.

There’s not a scene

in a list by Walt Whitman

you don’t inhabit.

Nothing you do is done

by some encapsulated

you—in your manifest

intent on knowing

you’re unmanifest.

the nondoer fallacy pseutra

there’s a key misunderstanding of nondoing teaching of Nisargadatta

which originates in its misinterpretation by final teachings of Balsekar.

Nisargadatta points to doing as phenomenal and there is no individual—

Balsekar mis-points to doing as noumenal thru an individual phenomenon.

Nisargadatta points to Nondoing as universal-consciousness doing—

Balsekar mis-points to an individual Nondoer as the absolute doing.

relatively speaking this results in the error of doing on an individual level

with the (mis)understanding it’s not responsible for its doing—

but all doing from the viewpoint of an individual is false.

i see Balsekar’s fallacy resulting from the difficulty of students grasping

there’s no individual to grasp—so teaching was adapted to them—

as nondual teaching of Nisargadatta degenerates to a religion of nonduality

by a prosaic teacher’s inability to transmit the subtle teaching.

the trickster pseutra

every time one calls it sage, 

trickster calls it parsley. 

tricksters never pay for what they say, 

but want some hypothetical other to. 

love and hate are just two sides of coyote's coin.

raven spreads its deconstruction ridge to ridge.

the merciless mother for the motherless child.

tricksters are generally thin-skinned 

in order to get under yours.

every time one calls it thyme, 

trickster calls it rosemary.

god story

my headless tale: 

i'm like deep sleep, 

that nothingness 

which isn’t even nothing, 

a pure subjective stateless state 

without an object to be known 

i’m absolutely pure awareness 

that unknowably unknown—

and out of nowhere is this

great spontaneous intent

to know i am, to know
i am that i unknown.

there is no madeleine of a cause,

no almond to begin some cracking of a nut,

no lemon tree so pretty to invoke this avocation,

nor a bowl of cherries to banana some absurdist apricot of plot.

there’s just this casablanca of the absolute

and its original intent

to know itself,

myself,

i.

what follows is a universal
consciousness of such 
complete imagination

conjuring the where,
when, what and who—

interspatial and

omnichronous,

transmanifesting and

panincarnational,

powered by a shot
of total love.

nuclear magicians
make an object out of nothing—

the rockbound salt of earth appears.

a genesis of wizards
sparks an evolutionary
process out of timelessness—

the central nervous system amplifies itself.

psychedelic sorcerers
convince the sharpest objects
to appropriate the subject—

people cut themselves to pieces.

knowing shamans show the mending way—

i am

this ‘i am’

that is absolutely i—

nothing but the known unknown,
nothing but pure natural awareness now...

unbelievable signs pseutra

apparently true, but

mind makes

synchronicity out of timelessness,

reincarnation out of birthlessness,

and manifestation out of omnipresence.

synchronicity is only as true as time—

reincarnation is only as true as birth—

manifestation is only as true as doing.

the world is only as true as me.

out of nonduality

the mind creates duality

and marvels at those unbelievable signs of unity

appearing in its make-believe conception.

in other words,

synchronicity, reincarnation, and manifestation are

as true as the world and me appear to be.

moreover,

in the shaman wisdom play of universal consciousness,

one synchronizes, reincarnates and manifests…

when, who and what one renders.