c'est le rêve ah maharaj

"That original state, prior to the arising of consciousness, cannot be described, one can only be That."

“This consciousness in which concepts arise is itself a concept, and so long as consciousness remains all other concepts will continue to arise.”

the world of war is merely
the cataclysmic result
of answering self-inquiry
incorrectly. of course,
there’s no correct answer
to self-inquiry, que
sera sera. and being
That is dreaming that,
this non-denominational
daily deity yoga.
for dream is just another
word for such a concept.

featuring the buddha of self-awareness

individual identity is the natural instrument of universal consciousness. as an omnipotent feature of the absolute, the buddha of self-awareness needs to dream a self and i-am is this buddha, individually universal.

social conditioning is a disassociative state and only empire or not-empire wants to kill the taoist on the road, sal paradise. mythologically speaking, self-awareness is darwinian acme or real buddha.

there's eight billion people in the naked buddha says the prophecy. if politics is kali and cult is krishna, then zhuangzi is chuang tzu. like listen to rimbaud without a point of view.

listening to the golden notes of a summer-time evening oriole. division sucks and one is old-school but three is being rediscovered. for three is the new ten thousand.

in the name of creation, destruction, and butterfly. dying bird song, nautical sunset, electric midnight tao without a god. neither cross nor antichrist but transformation, may dream be my mythology.

Dreaming Boat

comme je descendais des fleuves impassibles


Love is silence speaking. Thought is just an echo. There’s metaphor, mythology, and the power of three. Like white lightning, thunderbirds, a feathered serpent swallowing its tail.

Love does and thought redux. Imagine string theory, chemistry experiments, magic crystals, organic homegrown DNA, individually universal Buddha.

Third love is not romantic but non-empirical. Neither is postmodern nihilistic as one is not two. Lilacs blossoming, the last of the spring peepers, electric pear tree.

The Well Sea

Denying the dream
and believing the dream
are the polar opposites
of the same duality.
But fathoming the dream
is seeing through the dream
all the way to ground.
For after outwardly treading
the watery wraith of world,
the ground is where one stands
in sudden self-awareness.
And all shall be going swimmingly.

The Absolute Look

Love moves the leaves that breathe in the light I am breathing out.
For pure awareness to be aware of awareness, the big bang is an echo,
a black hole is the mirror and psychobabble is my story.

I'm either in deep sleep or dreaming, never of a dream.
And samadhi is another name for the god of self-awareness—
religions love to idealize the absolute.

Look, you can't kill space-time and eat it too.
Consciousness is the source of all compassion and
compassion is always seeing sun behind the protoplasm—

beyond
love is always turning
but self-awareness is the lucid dreaming.
 

The Show

The mind is an unbelievable tool that wants to be used by love. And love is the hand of being. And being is the heart of intentional self-awareness. And self-awareness is an omnipresent feature of the absolute.

Features are like universes or buddhas, if one prefers. This feature playing on the silver screen is starring these three movie gods: mind, being, and intent. No, the absolute is not a god or feature but all is absolute.

Note 1: Mind is plot, dream, mythology, imagination, story. Note 2: Being is setting, spirit, presence, consciousness, now. Note 3: Intent is arc and evolution, both holistic and reflexive.

Notice mis-identifying with its body or itself, mind is always looking for the guiding hand of love in some other body like a lover, or some other thought like material belief or god, rather than within oneself.

Another Name For Spontaneity Is Love, Virginia

"Circumstances and conditions rule the ignorant. The knower of reality is not compelled. The only law he obeys is that of love.” ~Nisargadatta

Logic assumes a perfectly divisible universe. Although assuming a universe to be divisible at all is illogical. Thus love is not logical but universal, not a thought but consciousness 'itself.'

Seeing through the world of thought is dreaming love and not believing in a lot of nothing. For to meet the new absolute nothing is the same as the old relative nothing.

Every person tends to treat the symptoms, but the personal itself is cause. As if reforming transformation is a thing. Please don't take this personally but love!

One is not existent nor non-existent, but existing. As one is not a has-been, nor a being, nor a wanna-be, but being (verb, used without an object). As one is not the lover nor the beloved, but loving. Love!

Cherry Blossom Space-time

As preface, without a doubt of any thought, the nonduality of known and unknown is self-evident. As monotheism is to atheism as polytheism is to pantheism as nonduality is not a thought of any theism, no-mind is the mind without belief.

Thought is like the tool of self-awareness but attachment to a thought is like just waiting for some horrible industrial accident and the suffering which follows. Introducing mind-training—surrender isn't what it's really called for that's a very worldly word, love.

In dreaming, there's lucidity and conditioning of clouds. There's mirror and dust on the mirror. But I am not the mirror. I make the mirror of material forgetting and evolutionary self-remembering. For the universe is another name for the play of self-awareness.

Reflexive not reflective, my Narcissus, as is reflexive to reflective as is one to two as nonduality is to causeless goldfinches of Northern New England is beginning just north of the Merrimack. Right here, right now, cherry blossoms are blossoming—

cherry blossoms like this easter cross of tao in space-time, as the past and future, here and now, appearing, like this tall old cherry tree of salisbury point and its diminishing fireworks of early spring, cherry blossoms are perennial in consciousness but annual in thinking

On Sanai and English Translations

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completer review at Radha Soami Satsang Beas blog

 https://www.rssb.org/2018-01-13.html 

(Stephenson, and Kieron D. Moore and David Pendlebury are the "two more recent books" mentioned)

First Quarter Overture: Thunderbird Fantasia

like the reflection of the moon in a whitewater river seeing it's the full wolf moon in a winter sky seeing true the sun inside the black whole


One is individually universal. Two is setting imaginary boundaries. Three is dreaming them away.

See it's an esoteric fact that self-awareness requires physical memory and divine imagination, or mirror and masquerade. Dust is optional.

In the Process of Omnipotent Absolute Self-awareness, not a single phenomenon isn't integral despite the calamity of its story.

Once I said it's said a bodhisattva saves by knowing there is nothing to be saved or said,

but one can also say the universe collapses knowing I'm the universe and all is absolutely fine and well unknown.


Divine imagination is not superfluous to the process of enlightenment as seen from a free-thinking mind. Mythology is a tool and not identity.

A crescent moon surrounding earthshine in last swans of twilight—this is my mythology. Pure awareness is omnipresently self-aware.

As samara is the absolute forgetting, and revelations is divine imagination, so consciousness only is nirvana.

So thinking is a fantastic tool but a very sorry identity. Crow caws the cause is crow but the chorus is walking on the wild side.

Listen, between concept and being, I am. Follow the energy. Thoughts are just the stuff of dreams.


If dreaming is for seeing through the dream, and awaking doesn't mean to do the dreaming better, then I'm resting here in consciousness.

It is difficult to disbelieve in the universality of consciousness but people die miserably each day or hang to some conspiracy.

Mythologies point to consciousness only. Religion is like the waiting room. The great awakening is being unborn. Enlightenment is absolute.

It's not so much about the dreaming as it is the dreaming lucidly instead of dreaming as conditioned.

Basic conditioning is believing consciousness depends upon material economy. But consciousness is goddess!


Listen, looking at the sun is just like talking Icarus but feeling the sun is being the sun is what science calls a black hole.

Consciousness appears to arise from the material world but that world is what consciousness descends to on its reflexive way to self-awareness.

The material world is made out of mind being dreamt by consciousness like thunder is to the lightning of omnipresent self-awareness.

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


True mindfulness is dreaming from this absolute perspective. Call that creator consciousness.

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

For awareness is the ground, infinite and eternal, spaceless and timeless. Consciousness is being, evolutionary and intentional in space-time.

And self-awareness is sudden and spontaneous, non-abiding or abiding, kensho to samadhi.

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


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

Consciousness descends into matter via subatomic, atomic, and molecular ways. Consciousness ascends into apocalyptic self-awareness.

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

One deconstructs what's in the mind and not the process of the mind itself. For that process is dreaming, as it reminds me every night.

If consciousness is all, and the absolute is unknown by the knowledge of the mind, then my third gravitational body is a butterfly.