The Self-awareness Project

People are not born. We are imagined. Pure awareness appearing to be unaware is self-awareness seeing through itself. 

This song and dance of consciousness is unbelievably phenomenal. On the final ascent of the western slope is seen the sea of dawnland.

This virtual reality is all about the one forgetting zero. As the emperor of greenleaf is the oriole. Bee the buzz. 

Because there's no beginning, you'll never know the end, even if it's all you think about. April mixes memory and May.

By deconstructing the personal, the universal is absolute. It's projection, stupid. 

Writing myself into the canyon of death rode the ten thousand. Enjoy the film. I can't remember being born but I was taught death. 

I read Frost and I read Jack Kerouac and loved them side by each. Stuck inside of Lowell with the Salem blues again. 

Quick brown fox only attendance is required. Empire feeds on the thought of death. 

Understanding consciousness appears to be the only way. Que sera sera. Keep on being until it doesn't hurt.

Ayuh

Division is the death we've all been born by its fear. Love may be an indirect path but every path appears to have a trailhead.

And the lock is always looking for its key until it sees the gate is gateless. As a child, I loved. Unborn again, I know I am, and that is love.

The dream may die when we awaken, but since love was never born, it's still there. And the only ghost is holy.

Possession is ninety-nine percent of the law, but the other one percent is rendered unto the one.

You cannot solicit the lord with prayer! And only those outside the law can deconstruct this nineteenth nervous empire for blessed is the one.

If self-awareness is intent, unawareness is like Zeno's Paradox. Ayuh, you can't get here from there.

By May the Tenth

A butterfly in 1967.

Tuesday afternoon tonight.

History may be written but only love is transmitted.

Dream the dream but love the one.

Science is good theory but bad science.

Self-awareness is inevitable because time is an illusion.

But because space appears, expect delays.

Caterpillars are creating their cocoons because.

When the great divide appears, you won't believe it.

No more words for now.

Spontaneous, transformative and one.

ED on Here

The Wild Child

"I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots" –Walt Whitman

Consciousness tells it like it is. Whether consciousness listens is the story. There's no commandments but compassion is the last judgment.

And loving death is the only way to truly live. For death is the mother of all concepts. And bhakti is the perfect deconstructor.

Like lilacs last and the cherry blossom—mayday the docks are emptying the river of wild child as if.

For the Merrimack is offspring of the Winnipesaukee and Pemigewasset— the smile of the great spirit and beautiful water in a high place.

Always Dreaming

Memory is the mirror in which pure awareness manufactures self-awareness. It's as if Narcissus turns himself into a pond to see the seed of hydrogen in water. So the rings of space-time are like cross sections of a tree that always stands.

What if the princess falls in love with a public frog making mizu no oto every night? Evolution isn't what you think it is but so am I. And lilacs by the roadside is the beauty truth forgets.

Venus and Mars are out tonight but Mercury is the secret knowing. One sees the light by deconstructing shadows. So relax. The Tao doesn't take the worship of false idols personally.

deuces and one-eyed jacks

universal consciousness

identifying

with a part

of the universal

is personal

slash divisional—

war, insanity

and suffering.

whatever,

give me more!

because

the two of hearts is played,

the one-eyed jack appears—

who is the ace of spades?

Transcreating Christ: Do unto Oneself

Ask and you are given. 

Seek and one is finding. 

Knock and be opened.

For every asking is receiving 

and the seeking is the finding 

and the knocking is being opened as oneself.

Or is there a person among you, 

if your child asks for bread, 

will be giving instead a stone?

Or if asked for a fish, offer snake?

So do unto oneself as you would do for others.


Note: Obviously, I recognize that this is a somewhat radical transcreation of Matthew 7:7-12, but one I feel is not only necessary, but inevitable, if one sees 7:11 as some poor priestly interpretation of the wisdom in the previous lines, and so not included here ("If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?"). Once this is seen, it is also seen that 7:12 is not some lone line sticking out as a sore thumb and translated as a golden rule, but instead is directly connected to 7:9-10 and the beautiful two lines before those. Nisargadatta Maharaj, the great Indian sage, says, “If you think that Buddha, Christ or Krishnamurti speak to the person, you are mistaken. They know well that the vyakti, the outer self, is but a shadow of the vyakta, the inner self, and they address and admonish the vyakta only.” Thus 7:12 is not some gilded rule of personal conduct but exactly that address to the inner self, oneself. Let Christ be Christ.

Transcreating Christ:Christ Consciousness is Non-volitionaland All-encompassing

How does Christ Consciousness come to be?

It's as if we humans cast seeds in the ground, 

and while we’re sleeping and rising night and day, 

the seed is springing up and growing in a way

we're not aware, for the earth is executing

without our doing a thing—first the blade, then the ear,

then the full grain within the ear. And when the crop is ripe,

one is sending for the sickle presently for the harvesting.

  

And to what shall we compare this Christ Consciousness? 

It’s like a mustard seed—

which when planted in the ground is the smallest

of all the seeds on earth. But once the seed is sown, 

it rises to become the greatest of all the greens,  

and puts forth its all-encompassing branches

where even the birds of the heavens take refuge.

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Transcreating Christ:Parables of the Lamp and True Measure

Is a lamp placed within a measuring container

or underneath a full body recliner? 

Is it not set instead on a stand

in the heart of one's living room

where nothing is hidden except to be made aware

and nothing is secret but to be revealed?

 

The true measure with which one measures

is measured out to one and always more is given one,

for the one who has all, still more is further given.

But for the one who has nothing,

even that nothing one has

will surely pass away.