Grand Unified Mythology

Consciousness descends into the darkness of matter via subatomic, atomic, and molecular ways. And consciousness ascends into apocalyptic self-awareness through the holy trinity of gravity, identity, and relativity.

There are ten thousand omnipotent universes in the Buddha. This is the story of that one of self-awareness and its grand unified mythology of pure awareness being self-aware.

Thought is carbon-based material but belief is diamond-hard. Big bang is another name for western civilization or an eastern sunrise. April is the holy month of plants and pollen.

Death is all about appearances. My mother wasn't ever anywhere but here, god bless her. Dreaming is the paint and waking is the canvas. Deconstruct the bath water. Release the baby!

Fountain of Being, Fountain of Self-Awareness

Where consciousness appears to arise from the material body-mind is the fountain called I-Am. Be there and be lifted to the sea of self-awareness.

And it doesn't really matter if you think that consciousness grows from matter—one knows better. (Money doesn't grow on trees; neither do you.)

So it appears consciousness ascends from body-mind, but body-mind is where consciousness descended before its focusing resurrection.

And this is the genius of resting in consciousness—such natural knowledge informs the I in I-Am who the I really is.

For I is absolute, am is consciousness, and the universal dream of body-mind is the reflexive process of self-awareness.

But don’t believe these metaphysical words when you can rest there for yourself.

Ode to April Second

Being plus belief equals emotion and emotion is the thorn for that belief. For fear and sadness are emotions but so is happiness and desire. But joyous love is that without belief!

Likewise amplified consciousness appears to be a product of the body-mind. Call this, I Am. But resting there, the I is suddenly absolute.

Thus divine imagination is one-half mindfulness and one-half lucid dreaming and one-half meditation.

And as for so-called karma, it's just intentional. There is no individual doing in a universe but the universe. Simple mindfulness tells me so.

And lucid dreaming is to divine imagination as night to day. Further, meditation is returning to my absolute point of view and not something I can do.

O April is the holy trinity of memory, desire, and illusion. Like Cynthia Forsythia!

Experiential Myth

Awareness is the ground,
infinite and eternal, spaceless and timeless.
Consciousness is being,
evolutionary and intentional in space-time.
Self-awareness is sudden
and spontaneous, non-abiding or abiding, kensho to samadhi.

If awareness is omnipresent,
then awareness is unconditionally self-aware,
that self-awareness seeming to be
an intentional and evolutionary universe
to such evolving and intending dreaming in the universe
but it’s only self-awareness and I like it—
all is well.

The shamans song—
lightning of self-awareness thundering words,
this creator consciousness, this thunderbird!

Visions of Late Maya Almost April

Although the absolute is unknown to the mind, love knows. Love knows because love is. Love is because I am. I am because I'm causeless.

But the world is all about the big bang to black hole and nothing of this lightning or the silence.

Meanwhile empires talk about the rise and fall as my universal heart is singing love and death.

If awareness is the parent and self-awareness is the child, then being is this holy maya.

Holy ice-out, holy crocuses, holy red-winged blackbirds. Spring peepers! Holy forsythia, cherry blossoms, and lilacs yet to come.

Evolutionary Tree of Religion Graphic

Illustrated Reflexive Universe

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Absolutely Sweet Creator

You've been conditioned to believe that breath is just another bodily function, material and economic.

But being breathes the body-mind like rings of smoke and ashes in a sea of self-awareness.

Almost everyone thinks consciousness is the body-mind's ultimate product but anyone resting in being soon sees paradoxically.

True mindfulness is dreaming from this absolute perspective. Call that creator consciousness. Earth, wind, fire, water are

my what but space-time is my being. The Milky Way may be three weeks old but I’m ten thousand springs.

As self-awareness is first lightning and the word, prime signs of thunder soon will be my fresh creation of pseudacris crucifer.

Empirical Thunder

After awakening but before samadhi, try divine imagination to get you through the day.

Lucid dreaming is not about me flying but divine imagination is a thunderbird.

Imagine you're the absolute omnipresently self-aware. So it appears something happened but all is well.

For sutra  is sudden enlightenment and tantra is evolutionary and reflexive, love. Thunder is lightning.

Epistle to Lucy

It was the day of the vernal equinox, it was the night of the super full worm moon, and all the eggs are balancing on the laser's edge of Tao. Look, mind cannot stare into such fire. Love does.

Accordingly, when mind is looking into fire, pain. When love is looking through that looking glass of Tao, self-awareness. So here's the story—lucid dreaming is all about the love of looking

and the world is only dreaming with the mind. Not to be too esoteric, the love of looking or looking with love is either yin or yang like Cold Mountain or Rumi or Lalla.

Deconstruction, devotion, and resurrection are demonstrative like gods, goddesses, and springtime for Ariel. The fine print—love is like a magnet to the mind, so charismatic, and mind appears to love to be a dream.