The Prophet Advances
Arising from this cosmic swamp of
molecule and muck, I slowly get my bearings. Variety and change is here as far
as I can see. It looks so large and sounds quite unbelievably ear-piercing.
An herbaceous worm is turning.
Wolves are howling at their own reflections. Tigers burn with unsymmetrical
jungle glow. And bankers circumvent the moon to make ten-thousand loans.
Flames are rising to the point of
something great and overgrown. There's really nothing to it, not even skin or
bone. No words can ever label or describe it, endlessly prophetic, all alone.
And I exist to know I am that
towering unknown.
First Prophecy of I Am
Begin at what you think you are. A
person is a treacherous idea. Secession from the universe is as outrageous as
it sounds.
Not that it was your own idea.
Bifurcating as a seed of consciousness, you were watered with particular
definition.
For example, I was designated as a
baby boomer boy from Roman Catholic second generation working class root
parents of America.
Their personal beliefs, both
conscious and subconscious, were the pruning shears that shaped this branch of
being…
into something personal itself,
with this fantastic concept of a separate entity—as if the branch believes it
were a tree.
Not true; division is completely
false but it's the world we sleep in, as we inevitably fight our way within its
dream or nightmare.
But listen, there's a voice not of
this world that's constantly intent on waking you. I am.
Corollary to the First Prophecy
It's not about belief. Because you
think you're not a person doesn't mean you don't believe you're not a person.
The mind is such a maze of
misdirection with its words.
This knowledge that you're not your
thoughts allows you just to drop all thought. And there you are.
A space of energetic indescribable
unknown.
Deconstruction of this dream state
is accompanied by compassion—for it's held together by the love which moves
awareness.
You’ll know your progress by its
presence.
Continuing to take things
personally is as good a sign as any that you deeply still believe you are a
person. No problem though.
Just simply be aware of this.
And see it through by seeing
through it. That awareness by itself will take you all the way to nowhere.
You are that pure awareness.
Second Prophecy of I Am
There is no two. That’s all the
truth you need to know. One is this universe of being.
The mind of time and space exists
within this consciousness. Just let its demarcations disappear and rest within
this unremarkable now.
Feel the infinite expanse of
presence. It's as if a great unknown comes to being. No qualifiers can delimit.
No modifiers can refashion.
I am. To deny this simple fact is
just assertion of its naked truth in silhouette.
To be or not to be is not a choice
of being but ravings of a mind mistaking thought for this. I am—there's no
coordinate to offer an alternative.
Beyond this being is that absolute
unknown of neither being nor non-being—which comes to be to know I am that
great unknown.
But words are never in themselves
prophetic. One only knows in being.
Third Prophecy of I Am
The world is absolutely subjective,
no matter how objective one is dreaming things to be. Accordingly, one can
never die. Worlds do.
Absolute intent is always
manifesting. Beyond our presence is the flash of revelation. Every aspect is
its sign.
Divination comes to being.
Intuition saturates the mind. Even thought itself will move the body in its
action.
To see deep sleep as one's
foundation is the closest that imagination ever comes. To dream inside the
flash is like a psychedelic storm.
The eye is ever hidden to all
states of consciousness behind a whirlwind of impermanence and dissolution.
Consequently you may never enter,
but in total silence one is always being taken in.
