Swan River

Consciousness is both beginning and end simultaneously.

Space-time appears in consciousness. Believing otherwise is the primal error of all scientific religions.

Mind is the lens like a mirror. Consciousness is manifest glass like a crystal universe. I am the eye of absolute awareness like evolutionary self-awareness.

Stop! This experiential awareness is what I’m pointing at.

It has no name but being is its image.

It has no form but crystalline is its reflection.

It has no substance but unfathomable is its heart.

By the way, I saw two infinite swans on the river today slowly floating upstream as the tide was coming in.

footnotes

1. whereby consciousness is manifest potentiality

2. as one’s body appears in consciousness, one can’t be the body, obviously.

3. the seer seeing the seer is the seeing

4. ZEN SLAP!

5. consciousness is talking to consciousness re-identifying with consciousness

6. and the sun is nothing but a crystalline black hole

7. universal consciousness tastes like unconditional love

8.

"Moon river, wider than a mile

I’m crossing you in style some day 

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker 

Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way"

~Mancini & Mercer

endnotes

using the mind one-pointedly in some creative action, the body disappears. this is called instant karma. it's the healing principle behind true christian science.

i was in hopi pueblo at tsakurshovi where they sell the don't worry be hopi t-shirts and joe day asks me where i come from and the mary baker eddy house is our common language. back home, it wouldn't let me take a picture for him saying don't worry he understands.

if the body is like a lens made out of glass, be the glass. if the glass is like the eye of parabrahman, be that.

experiential awareness is absolute awareness reflecting in consciousness. zen exclamation point. beyond is nirvikalpa samadhi. but don't you worry about that.

now is no thought. here is no dis-ease.

if identification with the body is the root of pain, take the tantric pill. if identification with the mind is the root of suffering, take the deconstruction one. this is the buddha encapsulated.

Sonnet Number Nine

Poetry is consciousness talking to consciousness. I said that.

I live on a tidal river. I love that crazy Merrimack. And I can’t even see the sea.

This afternoon, the river grass is full November silver feathers in the sun and I suddenly remember why I live here.

The boats are almost put away.

The wilderness returns to say

I had never gone away.

That’s when we saw the harrier hawk on a newly-turned bare branch laying claim to this section of the river.

Harrier hawks are strictly territorial. They love their walls. But who doesn’t love a wall? Something there is.

I live in a brick hut surrounded by million dollar homes. But just upriver is Indian Creek—

where once I witnessed an aerial dogfight between an old bald eagle and an osprey no more than thirty feet above my head.

The osprey expertly outmaneuvered the eagle and flew away with the fish.

But I was just about to say when Truth broke in—

projection is the name of the dream; don’t wear it out.

A sonnet is like an epic koan.

Self-awareness and the Proper Use of Tools

A tool is never a problem. Misusing a tool may be an issue. And identifying with a tool will lead to a world of hurt. So get a grip on yourself.

Without the mind, there is no realization, self-awareness, or reflexive universe. Give it some love.

The mind is just the mirror. It’s the steam of consciousness mistaking ones identity obscuring things.

The last refuge of that misidentity called ego is in minimizing mind and thereby halting neti-neti deconstruction.

Consciousness is talking to consciousness. This is why there’s something called mind training and the proper use of hand tools.

As consciousness is the expression of the absolute noumenon, and divine imagination is the expression of consciousness, evolutionary sudden self-awareness is the expression of divine imagination.

Footnotes:

The mind is a tool to be used with love. Love is the hand of being. Being is the heart of self-awareness. Self-awareness is a feature of absolute awareness.

The mind is like a shiny car.

Consciousness identifying with the mirror. Been there.

Sleep blames the dream.

Like Zen and the art of looking in a mirror.

The self of awareness + the mirror of divine imagination = self-awareness.

Visions of 2020 Now All That

Absolute awareness is mirroring in universal consciousness. Because consciousness is universal, even rocks are consciousness. Another name for this mirroring is evolutionary self-awareness. 

This universe is the Buddha of Self-awareness. There are ten thousand buddhas. Another name for self-awareness is unconditional love.

Another name for love is found in Sufi poetry, Christian neoplatonism, Kabbalistic prophecy, and the Tao of Zhuangzi.

The mind is all about amplifying this phenomena of consciousness into self-awareness. Do not forget this process of self-awareness is actually spontaneous in nature.

Consciousness appears in the absolute noumenon like a great phenomenon. Thus, as all phenomena appears in consciousness, the mind focuses the universe.

It snowed today. On the leftover leaves of late autumn. For some, it was the final straw. Like falling stars in a tangerine collapsing universe.

Talking Consciousness Blues

These interesting times have lost all interest for me. Never underestimate the lowest common denominator.

Technology is just a power booster for the mind. High tech shall heighten the depths of division and let loose the velocities of violence!

Looking either to the past or future for deliverance from the present is not wise. All politics is loco.

Open the present and look inside; even two-year-olds know this to be true. Love is in our blood before belief freezes it.

Look, nothing is outside. All appears within the expression of the absolute noumenal self.

These interesting times have lost all interest for me. Never underestimate the lowest common denominator.

Technology is just a power booster for the mind. High tech shall heighten the depths of division and let loose the velocities of violence.

Looking either to the past or future for deliverance from the present is not wise. It’s politics.

Open the present and look inside. Even two-year-olds know this to be true; love is in our blood before belief freezes it.

Look, nothing is outside. All appears within the expression of the noumenal self.

footnotes

1. an old chinese proverb says there's an illusion born every zeptosecond.

2. all new technology begins in paradise and learns to live in the world.

after all, ai is the mind

robot vs werewolf. who wins?

3. the past is fiction. the future is science fiction. there are always only two religions.

this is called a zepposecond in the marxist world 😱

4. the unborn is born and that's my bad. who would blame a newborn?

5. the big bang is xtreme. self-awareness is easy.

sometimes a hot ember

live on the grid, not in the grid

pay your taxes

mind your own mind

you are in our witness protection program. any questions?

schrodingers cat is pandoras box

attention. playing with cause and effect will blow the mind.

wonder at ease

the present disappears into the present

central park on apple tv is so weird

all politics is loco

The Point of Nonduality

Cause and effect is the dreamstuff of the dream state. And manipulating dreamstuff is the art of lucid manifestation. Empires and other cults of personality are formed around such shamans of dreaming. Politics is all about the kind of Kool-Aid one prefers.

Lucid dreaming without love is not lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming without love is just expert dreaming. True love is the only fact in any universe. Anything but love is the dreamstuff of duality, romantic but only truth is beauty.

The dream is not real but dual. Being is real—that is the point of nonduality. Do not mistake one's being for experience. Let's say being is the music, experience records the music, and memory plays the recording like a dream. The recording stops and not the music.

Bad Comedy

Consciousness is like the trees are my toes, man. Look, they wiggle in the wind. And awareness is like the sky. Dig?

The material world is just a bubble floating through. Awareness be self-aware, sister!

Like a fountain where the sea is this great pool of being and rain is splash—hydrological self-awareness! They call me Ouroboros in your watery world.

Or consciousness is the glass, the mind is the lens, and self-awareness is this focusing on that informing the glass, amen.  

201021 civics 701

dropping body-mind is not politics as usual.

on the kali-krishna scale of civics, where kali wants to personally finish the mad violence of the world as soon as possible and krishna feels that love is doing exactly that, i'm stuck in the middle with shiva only.

if that called absolute awareness is naturally omniscient, then the absolute noumenon is self-aware, naturally,

where is is being, and belief is being materially unaware for the purposes of doing things naturally in that reflexive yin yang kind of three way.

indigenous footnotes

there is no separation between the land and sea or sky according to my indigenous knowledge

i've heard that to the hopi, the navajo are cowboys

i've read that to the navajo, cowboys represent the canyon of death

it's not about how long you've lived upon the land. it's that the land is living in you

all appears in consciousness

Experiential Nonduality

Separation was the first noun of our conditioning. The universe is verbal. 

Om, if consciousness is the expression of the absolute, onomatopoeia!

Division is the first and only mathematical function. There is no going forth and multiply without it.

And addition and subtraction are mere afterthoughts.

Consciousness is the water, this psychosomatic apparatus is the pump, self-awareness is the fountain. 

Experiential nonduality is actually a closed system. There is no other. 

Experiential nonduality is bound to be the very next phase. 

Seeing through the dream is the astronomical dawn of awakening.

If nirvikalpa samadhi is the sunrise, I’m like civil twilight. 

Only consciousness is knowledge. Knowledge in the dream isn’t knowledge. It’s just more dream. 

But all is not a dream. This is the common error of personal deconstruction without being, love.

So deep within its mental deconditioning, the so-called nihilist cannot feel it anymore. 

Do you like good music? That sweet soul music. I am, I am, I am.

Ode to Instant Shiva

What’s all Greek to me is Chinese to the Greeks. Consciousness only is the revolution! Words belong to the empire.

There are no new ideas. There are only old ideas dressed in new languages. This is why no one speaks Old English anymore.

Even Einstein couldn’t think his way to a new paradigm. Enlightenment is sudden. Of course one can’t step in the same river twice. I am the river!

Zeno’s paradox is not a riddle. Love is the answer and I am unquestionable! Which came first? Absolute awareness or self-awareness.

Space-time is another name for body-mind. Literally. As to this day, separation has yet to be proved. Do not hold your breath.

Leaves fall in golden autumn, trees go down in microbursts, earth erodes in ashes, the sun fades suddenly to black. Now breathe out.