summer's manifesto

Thus it's the first day after the summer solstice and sunset tonight is comparatively silent—but the young birds love this midsummer twilight!

So this time of year, I go to the picture window as if it were the sea and look for fireflies. They descend from the ground and slowly fall into the black hole of space. Call me self-awareness.

The last flowering pagoda dogwood wedding day of June feels like death. It’s completely conceptual but I need more fireworks!

Consider the lilies of early July—day lilies, trumpet lilies, a prophecy of lovely lilies! Get over the spring. Get over all aspects of identity and be nakedly unknown.

There's a sandbar in the river where a glacial moraine is being destroyed by the current. By early July, a crowd of boats is playing there.

Every year the lambs reappear in the neighbor’s field next door despite all death and rebirth. In the morning, there's a little one that likes to lie behind a bleached-out log and watch the people passing by.

Because there was a stop sign, I stopped for the chicken crossing the road. But the rooster wanted something like an invitation—cross already! Slowly it turns and suddenly I take a right.

Goldenrod is blooming in the sunny spaces of the south-facing riverbank. Soon the purple loosestrife shall be invasive in the wetlands. All of this because divinity of memory. Divine imagination.

Yes, every year about this time beginning late July, I start to think about the purple loosestrife—and like a miracle it appears within a week or two. Listen, in an ode to purple loosestrife, the world is divided because I am divided.

Accordingly I saw three separate instances of a lone purple loosestrife today, each at least a mile from another. Purple blossoms first appear like the gentle flame on a single tall green candle. In a week or two, these wetlands will be a godly inferno of purple loosestrife, an invasive plant apparently, but nevertheless one of truth and beauty.

The windows are open. It's late July and if memory serves me right, crickets are just around the corner. But tonight, there's not a single sound. It's like a ryokan here and I'm writing in an ancient hut, all calligraphy and enlightening intent. 

This week I had to stop the car to let three wild turkeys cross the road. After every step, there’s a sudden stop. Necks appear to whiplash! The fourth one kindly stopped for me and I continued down the road.

Lately I see rabbits and not the wonderland kind. There's something about a rabbit in the grass. As if consciousness is there in both vast ears and listening. Hearkening only, full of intent and prime for spontaneity. Hearkening only.

Disassociation is an ego thing. Leaves don't fall until the fall and neither does self-awareness. As consciousness is the expression of the absolute, I am the divine imagination of consciousness—lucid, improvisational, inspirational.

The gardens are full of stunning Black-eyed Susans today. Like so many yellow suns emanating in the nameless—O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, my vows shall ever true remain; let me kiss off that falling tear; we only part to meet again.

Seventh of August and the sun is setting before eight. Darkness doesn't fool me anymore. From the rim, I've seen the sunrise go on and on from butte to butte in Grand Canyon. I know that golden point of view.

Love is not some beautiful projection. Love is that projecting. Follow the light not of this world. For Jesus is Adam and Eve is Atman is Brahman is nameless noumenon. Last night I finally heard the crickets.

symphony nine. the godmother. for agnes.

Consciousness knows that matter appears within Consciousness despite what matter believes. Scientific deconstruction of belief can't deconstruct the Consciousness in which it is appearing.

As religion is the old belief, postmodern humanistic western scientific big materialism is the new belief. Only Consciousness is the knowledge that truly deconstructs.

Look, Consciousness is the nondual expression of the noumenal absolute potentiality. As love is the hand of Consciousness and mind its tool, divine imagination is constructing self-awareness to original intent.

Like Zen, first deconstruct the antichrist of one's delusional conditioning. This is called indirect persuasion, or sutra. Attending to Consciousness is called direct cultivation or enlightenment. Tantra.

Three weeks of anything deconstructs belief but a single sunrise is embodiment. Four suns are nondual expressions of black holes as I am. Nine the name ground zero being self-aware, I am That.

symphony eight. nondual manifest. for elizabeth.

Birth and rebirth is biological and goes back all the way to the immaculate conception or what big science calls the big bang. In other words, consciousness is unborn and is in fact the nondual manifestation of the absolute unknown.

Appearances arise in consciousness and not vice-versa. This is called the final turning or understanding I am that I-am. Once seen the sign is not unseen. Although conditioning appears to take like a decade to drop away when in reality spontaneity and synchronicity are one in revelation.

If universal consciousness is the expression of the absolute and the absolute unknown is the inspiration of consciousness, which breath came first? Beauty or Truth. Authenticity is in the eye of the witness. Self-awareness is a hyphenated word.

That consciousness and the absolute is nondual doesn't indicate that one precedes the other, despite what sages say in the morning as to afternoon, but such division into some subsequential order is the big joke, great paradox, and the very first myth.

triple distilled
1. as the absolute unknown is the nondual unmanifest of universal consciousness by these words.
2. remember mind is the loving tool of the immaculate heart of absolute self-awareness
3. between wisdom and love moves the mystery
4. being is easy, no thought is being—unless no thought is a thought, but that is another story.
there’s knowledge. call this i am. there’s the unknown. call this that.
remember. self-awareness is the buddha of awareness as being is the christ of self-awareness and love is the hand of rumi's masnavi as the kena upanishad is a tool of love.
between the love of this known and the wisdom of that unknown is now
comedy kills and koan deconstruct. ishmael only is left to tell about it.
 

symphony seven. tell it paradoxical. for molly.

Without consciousness, the mind is just gray matter. And as the mind is the source of a black-and-white world and consciousness is source of dividing mind, pure awareness is the sourceless source.

Self-awareness is the electric intent of this star-crossed medium played by the loving hands of heart in Absolute Mary. As matter is nothing but everything matters, mind is an all-important hyphen.

If self-awareness is the child and pure awareness is the parent, then the holy ghost is being. For the machine is in the ghost and not vice versa. The antichrist called social conditioning possesses all ignorance, child.

So tell the truth but tell it paradoxical. Not only doesn't the mind become enlightened, there's no enlightenment without the mind. And nonduality is just the point behind this fine print.

symphony six. making myth. for gladys.

Believing myth is the origin of every religion. Denying myth is dying for someone else's dream. Making myth is the point behind lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming is dreaming while awake.

The world is a myth divided. So the world can't put the world together again. For politics is the definition of divided. And consciousness only is a nondual manifestation.

Self-awareness is an omnipotent feature of absolute awareness and being is the heart of intentional self-awareness. Love is the hand of being and myth is the tool of love.

In the name of the potentiality of light, binding quantum force, identity of atomic attachments, the combine and awakening, growing, going further, and this dominion of consciousness, pure awareness is self-aware.

symphony five. the sea and seeing. for christine.

Let attention focus on being itself. That is pure awareness reflecting in consciousness. It takes a single word to make a simple myth and all of thirteen to form a grand unified one.

After awakening from dreaming, either one is creating, living, and destroying myth—or one is dying in a socially conditioned story. Listen, gods make myths. People only act them.

Self-awareness, as a feature of omnipotent and absolute awareness, necessitates not only this attention to consciousness, but being's instrument of mind, the quantum myth-maker, as well.

Not nihilistic, existentialist, nor addicted to personal deconstruction, but infinite Krishna, Vishnu, Shiva, and the never-ending universal Buddhas dancing with the Sufi chorus on the Isle of Patmos.

That first hiking on the Island, after the ancient art of bedrock steps and then ascending an earth of desert pink granite, I see the sea—as if the sea and seeing is synchronicity, revelation, Sand Beach!

symphony four. thirteen potions. for beverly.

Social conditioning creates a false sense of the universal. From personal deconstruction springs the leafless individual. Essentially this feature of the universal is the focal point of self-awareness.

The opposite of myth is the world. Matter is to the world as consciousness is to myth. Matter is ninety-nine percent space and nearly one percent belief.

The body-brain is to social conditioning as consciousness is to awareness. Dreaming is to the world as myth-making is to lucid dreaming is to mind not lost within itself.

If matter is this snake of a mistake, myth is that twist of self-awareness. Scientism is the new theology with a secret Latin of its own. Scientific materialism is the root of all scientific error.

If disease is the manifestation of a great mistake and western medicine is the church of this mistake, one can only do the math. Being as belief is the only glitch, only consciousness is the one solution. 

symphony three. the universe electric. for emmy.

Resting in your so-called personal consciousness is an entry-level drug. It doesn't matter if someone believes consciousness is a body-brain production. Consciousness knows what consciousness is. And what isn't.

This is why an honest visitation to I-am leads one to see I am that I-am. For there is no personal consciousness. Although there is an individual one. Atman is Brahman after all.

Social conditioning would have us believe the individual is a secondary character to the primary one of society itself. But the individual is the only universe there is.

I've seen the best ones of this generation lost within division. As if there is a kind of individual politics which is not a universal declaration of war. As if belief and love are not incompatible.

As if there's anything but the universe electric sounding in each solitary August cricket tonight. Matter is unproven theory leading to dementia. Only consciousness is fact. Keep on thinking from the heart.

one. the only knowledge is consciousness. the rest is hearsay. no matter one's desire to believe it.

two. not two. consciousness is the manifestation of the absolute truth.

three. zen is easy. deconstruction is hard.

four. all politics isn’t local; love is. all politics is the suspension of disbelief.

five. essentially, matter is disease. consciousness is cure. 

symphony two. myth is a method. for marcheterre.

The dream returns to consciousness like a whirlpool returning to the river. The river doesn't return to that pure awareness of mountain air but continues intentionally toward the sea of self-awareness.

Just because the tool has been misused doesn't mean it doesn't have a function. In this universe of self-awareness, myth is not mistake. Myth is a method.

For manifestation follows the myth and not vice-versa, like matter follows the so-called scientific theory of western materialism. Not only is deconstruction not an end in itself,

universal consciousness is using an understanding mind to imagine self-awareness. This is the way pure awareness does it. The immaculate conception is not a mistake.

After all, consciousness is the non-dual manifestation of the absolute. And mind is the non-dual imagination of being. The world is being stuck. Dis-identify the eye with me.

footnotes
1. returning has many ways but great intent is only one way
2. don’t mistake the mistake
3. matter is unproven theory
4. awareness being self-aware is a feature of pure awareness
5. imagining nonduality is the penultimate phase 

the trailer
like a whirlpool returning to the river
myth is not mistake
manifestation follows the myth and not vice-versa
the way pure awareness does it
mind is the non-dual imagination of being

symphony one. hydrologic ouroboros. for agi.

After deconstructing one's conditioning, there's energy, awareness, and being. Listen carefully, it's not nothing. There's no universe but universal consciousness focusing through energy to being into apocalyptic self-awareness.

I know from experience that being gets lost in dreaming. Look, divine imagination is the natural turn from being to self-awareness. But when its metaphysical imaginal tool of thought becomes identity instead, the flow is lost within a dreamy whirlpool, night and day.

After the whirlpool is energy, being, and reflections of awareness. Great intent is always flowing from sky to sea—through mountains and rivers—and back to sky like a hydrologic ouroboros.

The only snake in paradise is self-awareness. Eve is only deconstructing her material identity. The goddess dies before she dies. By the way, Adam and God are merely secondary characters in Genesis.
 

footnotes

one. nihilists need not apply.

an avatar is natural divine imagination. the personal is original dream.

three. scientific materialism cannot accept intent despite the evidence of evolutionary self-awareness. in fact, all kinds of materialistic archbishops are questioning self-awareness now instead.

i  know i’m not material but being loves a good story