The seer doesn’t see but sees through all seeing. And the seer sees with love. They call this affectionate awareness.
For the seer is awareness reflected in consciousness. Without consciousness, there is no seer. Look, the mind is like the eye of self-awareness.
The eye of self-awareness is like the mirror of the mind. Consciousness identifying with the mind is like being temporarily blinded by the sight!
i. all you need is myth.
Everything is myth. Air is myth. Food is myth. Even sex is myth. Love is not myth.
Myth is not mythology. Mythology is the science of myth. And myth is not a science or any other brand of religion.
ii. let it be as it is.
Myth is the yoga of imagination. Myth turns nightmare into daydream.
By dreaming as it is, the world is as it appears to be because the world is as it is as well.
iii. lucid in the sky.
Myth is not mind dreaming. Myth is consciousness dreaming.
As the dream of mind is as dark as night, the dream of consciousness is lucid.
iv. nothing to get hung about.
Lucid dreaming is green dreaming. Nothing is renounced.
Relax, nothing is done unto others as all is done in oneself, my love. This is the heart of self-awareness.
i.
The mind can’t help but judge for judgment is the mind. Awareness, on the other hand, is handless, but not loveless.
Awareness without consciousness is not beholding anything within this play. Only affectionate awareness is the witness of this mystery, this way.
Detachment isn’t like some void of separation but compassionate attention to unavoidable well-being The proof of truth is in the play.
ii.
Absolute awareness pulsing into being which collapses into the material, identifies with a particular body, suffers the absurdities of doing so, understands the falseness of such a situation, so expanding into self-awareness, appears to take infinite space-time but is spontaneous display.
The mind is a phenomenal tool of consciousness, in consciousness, and by consciousness.
Its function is division. Its subject is absolute awareness. Its aftermath is self-awareness.
In this mystical process of self-awareness, the mind temporarily identifies with itself.
It’s world becomes a hell of division, violence, suffering, discomfort, disease, and disorder.
This is not wrong. This is not a great mistake. This is the necessary mess of cleaving, bottoming, turning.
Meanwhile, consciousness is always talking to consciousness, being being, unconditional love,
the Satguru telling itself to help the mind disidentify with mind, see through the world of mind,
rest in awareness, and knowingly participate in this divine imagination of self-awareness.
The matrix of unidentified bliss identifies with a temporary node of this oscillating bliss and thus a space-time of the pleasure/pain cycle begins. Call this the Disneyfication of bliss.
The wind is like a freight train this morning blowing past the stations of the cross in oscillating gusts of power outages and pleasing undertones. Freight train, freight train, gone so fast.
Matrix identification with node precedes the growth of body-mind. Religions have been founded on this ephemeral cross road. The node becomes a knot. The wave becomes a snake.
Mind your own mind.
Is the name of Lao Tzu, Li Erh Tan?
Is the name of Tao Te Ching, Lao Tzu?
Is the name of Tao, nameless?
Then who is Li Erh Tan?
Project deprojection.
The daydreamer wakes from the mid-winter’s night dream but what wakes from the daydreamer?
Once there was a butterfly. Then the son awoke and knew there was the dreaming of a butterfly.
Suddenly I wake and know this dreaming of a son. In the name of witness, son, and holy butterfly.
Look, between the witness and the butterfly, there is a fractal dimension of dreaming.
And I've been one acquainted with the scenic apparitions from Monterey to Morro Bay.
First, consciousness.
Midway in the journey of our life, consciousness loses consciousness intentionally.
Lost, like lost in the bedrock of scientific materialism or religious fundamentalism.
Lost, like lost in thought, like whirlpools in the current, like rabbit holes in the matter of our mind.
Last, consciousness knowing consciousness is the apocalypse,
the apocalypse of this universe in self-awareness. At long last, love. Satori in timelessness.
Universal consciousness incorporated, how can we help? This is called embodying the ouroboros: understanding consciousness pervades the universe and the universe is in consciousness.
Like a fountain in which consciousness is the transistorizing water of life and this starry space is awareness reflecting in quicksilver spray.
Mother earth, father sky, the ancients called it. Authur calls this electric dragon the reflexive universe. This has been my current myth. Please call again.
footnotes
uci and icu and we are all the ouroboros.
feel the zing. witnessing from space.
meditation is to lucid dreaming as divine imagination is to self-awareness. this is my current mission statement.
The course that can be taught is not the course, of course. If the course being taught is about teaching, then dropping out of the school of education was my only course.
Absolute awareness. Choiceless awareness. Affectionate awareness. Self-awareness. There are 10,000 metaphors and modifiers but there’s only one verb. Not to be or not to be but being.
Look, if one cannot know that unknown, be that unknown. Being the known will only drive you crazy. I know. I tried it. My 19th nervous breakdown was a doozy.
three footnotes to autobiography number nine
dropping out of college was the greatest thing i learned in college. that and modern drama.
the real tragedy of hamlet is this unquestioned assumption there's a choice.
there's one conspiracy and one deep state. misty watercolor memories of the way we were.
