Emotions smoke like love smothered in thought. Either one sees through the thought or attaches to it. Or both.
Where there’s emotion there is consciousness fucking with the mind. It’s just the functioning of self-awareness, Jake.
The stars are in our DNA, Horatio. Maya is the plan, Stan.
One is either never born or busy being unborn, Bob. This is Clem Fandango, can you hear me?
One not busy dreaming lucidly is busy being someone else's dream. Great writers steal.
I’ve pretty much said it all but I am writing more.
I know I’m not the body but I’m eating three meals a day.
I know I’m not the mind but this week I’m reading The Winter's Tale and writing the same old paraverse.
If meditating doesn’t feel like love you’re either still attaching to some thought or just don’t know what love feels like.
I like this metrically. There’s like thirteen iambs in a row followed by a string of seven one-word single stresses.
I write until the writing says it over and then footnote these latest revelations. Lastly is the title. The end.
footnotes
Self-awareness is not registered by the senses. Or the sense of self-awareness is love.
Everyone’s gotta serve some billionaire
Dude, if 2020 was like jaws, 2021 is like jumping the shark.
Or so I’m told up here on cold mountain.
The bbc 1981 the winter’s tale act 1 scene 2 is really good. The trio of actors, jeremy kemp, david burke, and robert stephens are true pros. This scene is like birth of the monster called thought and their expressions show it. #nondualshakespeare
I visited monument valley in 2006. it lives up to the hype.
It's not as much brain-washing, as much as it is dream-rinsing, friends. like recreating memory.
Postmodernism was pandora's box.
Welcome to postmemory.
Apres moi, chop wood and carry water. Don’t worry about the future.
Because memory is never a true picture of the past, it can be changed.
Lucid dreaming is all about recreating memory. This is deep marketing 101.
Empires guard the past.
Memory is the battlefield.
Believe no memory.
It wasn't as much what I believed as I believed what I remembered.
Memory is at best unreliable and at worst not mine.
It's all virtual reality and only I decide what's virtuous and not.
Your eye, the wine-seller, has found out the lover's heart: It is plain enough that your liquor is strong poison. ~Hafiz (tr-Avery)
Between divine imagination and conceptual hell is identification. Concepts can’t kill but trying to be a concept can be murder.
A body of concentrated consciousness is like a nuclear power station generating self-awareness. In other words, it’s very charismatic.
A power station might be powerful but the self-awareness generated is potentiality itself. Identify with that.
It’s like identifying with an object which is absolutely not an object. Don’t go regretting the repeating of a vicious cycle.
Such misidentification suddenly burns away. Self-awareness swallows universal consciousness like an ouroboros.
footnotes
1. samsara is duality+
2. consciousness is karmic but self-awareness is quicker.
3. "This dependence of seventh substages on the next higher stage is one of the most difficult concepts to accept because it suggests that process, at the seventh substage at least, anticipates its own future." ~Arthur M. Young
4. as the phenomenon usurps the noumenon, in the late stages of phenomena, the phenomenon shall identify with the noumenon.
5. who's on first? climate change or the age of aquarius.
The absolute that can be named is not the absolute.
These trinities of names we give the absolute are certainly not names but primary negations.
Like unity of being means something like the undeniable presence of nonduality.
And awareness in consciousness means something similar to being not unaware.
For the beatitude of bliss is not without a certain energetic quality.
It’s like the absolute is the parent as in the absolute has no parent.
Or the absolute is the child as in no child is not of the absolute.
Whereas the absolute is the holy spirit as in fill in the next antithesis.
footnotes
1. life is a dream. literally.
2. if 1, then who's sleeping?
3. awareness. self-awareness. consciousness. dream. consciousness. self-awareness. awareness.
3a. awareness. self-awareness. consciousness. the 2021 mind-games.
3b. deconstruction is like consciousness recovering its mind.
3c. awakening is self-awareness.
3d. there are states of deconstruction. there are glimpses of self-awareness.
in awareness, this appears. now appearing, that.
myths are convenient fictions which religions turn to nonfiction
what is karma but dna?
what is samsara but social conditioning?
who awakens?
first, nirguna brahman does not sleep.
secondly, all dreams appear in deep sleep. deep sleep appears in consciousness.
this is my current heresy.
the world is actually
a secondary state of dreaming.
the primary dreaming,
or midnight dreaming so to speak,
is materializing this world.
memory cannot dream, my rabbit.
only dreams manifest
dream (and emptiness)
appears in consciousness.
manifestation does not dream!
basho's frog
splash!
no sound.
consciousness is dreaming. memory doesn't dream.
consciousness is sleeping. deep sleep is dreaming. dreaming is materializing.
people do not dream. the dream populates.
being falls asleep and dreams. the dream is all about well-being.
awareness, self-awareness (consciousness, deep sleep, dream, the world, deconstruction, awakening, consciousness) self-awareness, awareness
In the beginning, matter is only concentrated consciousness. This mind is consciousness distilled.
If there’s nothing but absolute awareness, then self-awareness is the only awareness there is.
Self-awareness seems the universe to any alien there is. We have met the aliens and they are us.
If the body is nothing but consciousness, then well-being is nothing but consciousness at ease.
There is no personal consciousness. There's only concentrated consciousness under stress.
footnotes
absolute awareness amplified in consciousness is swallowing itself. more ouroboros at 11.
awareness is self-aware by appearing to be.
science is the greatest rabbit hole there is—beneath all fiction is just more fiction. and this is the genius of fundamentalism—just believe the better fiction and get it over with.
consciousness science is not a science but consciousness only. like true christian science is.
if ego (personal consciousness or jiva) is the ghost, who believes in ghosts?
endnotes
riding the waves of awakening
going for a personal least
absolutely an olympic shitshow
a paradox is contrary to popular opinion
know thy am
afterwords
you don't need a ghostbuster to know you are the ghost.
who you gonna call?
if i am universal consciousness and universal consciousness is absolutely that, then by the transitive property of equality in mathematics, i am that.
first, prove for universal consciousness.
dedication
consciousness is not for sale. treasure now.
now is the point in which no point is a thought.
first, contemplate consciousness as if consciousness is all-knowing. is being not?
In deep sleep is the absence of duality but in awakening is the presence of non-duality.
In duality, there are ten thousand concepts. In personal misconception, there’s identification with one of them.
In the sudden presence of non-duality, there’s an absence of such identity. Some call this awakening, profound revelation, kensho, savikalpa samadhi.
It’s why I started hiking mountains in the middle of the journey of my life. It’s why Acadia became exclusive to those efforts. There’s something about
that first glimpse of horizon-wide deep-blue Atlantic Ocean after scrambling up the slope of desert-like pink granite mountainside scree
like love at first sight. It smells like meditation.
footnotes
open head, spill identity.
awareness. deep sleep. dreaming. waking. spiritual exercise. awakening. self-awareness. the magnificent seven.
it's not about the ten thousand objects. it's all about the one with which i identify.
taking care of someone other than yourself is good exercise too.
do not dismiss your roots. either tell them a bedtime story or go to sleep.
don't bite off more than you know.
and don't believe what you don't know. don't forget what you can't believe. that's my myth but i'm not sticking to it.
let this be made perfectly clear. true meditation is like hiking ten thousand mountains.
materialism is the new fundamentalist belief.
political ideology is the new apostle's creed.
thank god mysticism is the same old heresy.
1.
Out of this wood do not desire to go;
Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate,—
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me,
I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee;
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing, while thou on pressèd flowers dost sleep:
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.—
~WS (MND, 3.1: 129-138)
2.
"I have had a dream—past the wit of man to say what dream it was.—Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had,— but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man’s hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was."
~WS (MND 4.1: 204-213)
3.
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear?
~WS (MND 5.1: 14-22)
Some random notes
so i'm currently watching 3 midsummer night dreams while slow reading it. 1968 hall. 1981 bbc. 1996 noble. in the 1968, a 22 year old helen mirren is hermia and very good. but the play is of its time. i've just begun the 1981. but i'm really liking the 1996 after forgiving its conceit of being about a macaulay-culkin-like boy and his miraculous dream. it's contemporary without being too dated, like the hall. and the cast is really good without being too starry. tho' there's kevin doyle from downton.
as to the play itself, at the half-time intermission, and considering shakespeare is a great mystic putting on a show, it is deconstructing romantic love (or robin goodfellow is) while positing the fact of non-doing. but robin/puck steals the show. although apparently the tool of oberon, this trickster spirit loves to improvise. and oberon loves the improvisation and so on. there's something about titania though.
being that its philosophy in places appears to be nondual, it's curious all the transformation revolves around an indian boy. oberon wants him and titania will not give him up,
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, / Because that she, as her attendant, hath / A lovely boy, stol’n from an Indian king; / She never had so sweet a changeling: / And jealous Oberon would have the child / Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild: / But she perforce withholds the lovèd boy,/ Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy: / And now they never meet in grove or green, / By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen, / But they do square; that all their elves for fear / Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. ~WS (MND 2.1: 20-31)
so he drugs her with some flowery eye drops, and for a lark, the athenian men. and so begins the reverie.
In reviewing these quotes and notes, I’ve concluded there is an important speech here from three of the four groups represented in the play. There is Titania to represent the fairy world. There is the mechanical, Bottom. Lastly, there is Theseus of the court nobility. But I am missing something of the lovers themselves. Ah but here is Helena on the subject of love:
4.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath love’s mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguil’d.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjur’d everywhere:
~WS (MND 1.1: 236-245)
So in the end, there are 4 segments in the play that point to some kind of wisdom, each representing a group in the play: love, spirit, dream, and imagination. What does it mean? It is past my wit to say.
First, the body is consciousness, so there’s no body to identify with, in the first place.
Second, thought is consciousness as well, so even the concept of a body is consciousness.
As everything in a dream is of the dream and by the dream and for the dream, so is everything in consciousness. America!
As democracy is government by the lowest common denominator, materialism is the science of basic unawareness.
Western enlightenment, by throwing away the baby of mystical wisdom with the bathwater of religious belief, is actually unenlightening.
There’s nothing wrong with this. Like nirvana through samsara, one only comes to self-awareness through unawareness.
Here is what we know to be self-evident. Everything appears in consciousness. All appearances are consciousness. Thus consciousness is the only knowledge. Fireworks!
footnotes
the new haiku
1. awareness is self-aware, naturally. wholly.
2. awareness is absolute consciousness; conditioned consciousness is unawareness.
3. consciousness is literally here and now.
Sonnet Version
First, the body is consciousness,
so there’s no body to identify with, in the first place.
Second, thought is consciousness as well,
so even the concept of a body is consciousness.
As everything in a dream is of the dream and by the dream and for the dream,
so is everything in consciousness. America!
As democracy is government by the lowest common denominator,
materialism is the science of basic unawareness.
Western enlightenment, by throwing away the baby of mystical wisdom
with the bathwater of religious belief, is actually unenlightening.
There’s nothing wrong with this. Like nirvana through samsara,
one only comes to self-awareness through unawareness.
So here is what we know to be self-evident. Everything appears in consciousness.
All appearances are consciousness. Thus consciousness is the only knowledge. Fireworks!
Forget the egg and chicken. Which came first? The person or the world of objects. It’s a trick question, my interdependent co-arising friend.
Sooner or later, all people get bored with the latest object of interest and their survival depends upon finding a new one.
It’s either that or make the latest object of interest your personal universe and go down that particular star-crossed rabbit hole.
For example, I’m revisiting Shakespeare, beginning with a Midsummer Night’s Dream, appropriately, and intend to binge his other comedies in the coming weeks.
It’s only much ado about nothing but I like it, I like it, yes I do. “And she, sweet lady, dotes, devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, upon this spotted and inconstant man.”
footnotes
then there's an open head as absolute subject and every object including yourself is within brahman
attention spans aren't growing shorter as much as the world is getting faster
i went down the rabbit hole of fundamental christianity once in my early thirties but thank god its angry god dropped me one night
shakespeare is more than a recluse. did not publish. left behind no diary or memoir. some even question authorship. shakespeare is ten thousand recluses.
i am i without an object. and i have given up my only begotten self to be an object in this play of self-awareness.
Ain’t no consciousness like show consciousness. The deconstruction of personal consciousness is universal consciousness and that’s not nothing.
Actually universal consciousness is self-shining consciousness like atman is brahman. So many consciousnesses!
And personal consciousness may be divided into waking consciousness, dreaming consciousness, and sleeping consciousness. Oh my!
Or deep sleep consciousness is big bang consciousness, and dreaming consciousness is dna consciousness, and waking consciousness is dream-state consciousness, and so on.
There are so many names for consciousness because consciousness can’t be named, fool.
footnotes a la ghazal
the ouroboros must be fed.
that's what orgasm and ice cream is for.
the consciousness that can be named is not the tao of consciousness.
who wrote the book of love?
no mirror, no filter, no no.
it's not that consciousness can't be named. of course you can. i can't.
if meditation is the name of consciousness without a name, i forget the logic.
sometimes i wake from dna dreaming so god-damned sad.
it's not easy dropping mourning first thing in the morning every day.
all fog burns off.
for every seven valleys, there are eight mountains.
there's a very nice gibbous moon in the massachusetts time zone tonight.
i know consciousness when i am it.
only consciousness heals consciousness. the mind is to be trained to not interfere.
