Presto!

All things must pass and all disappearances appear. Consciousness is witness as awareness is reflecting in consciousness.

One dreams so as to deconstruct the daydream. Dreaming disappears as if by magic.

There’s nothing the dreamer can do to stop the dream. Being burns it off like the morning sun.

My week is now three days. My moons just last a week.

footnotes

1. what falls down goes up again

2. love will not fade away

3. as the world reflexively turns

4. will my words outlive me? am i my words?

Unconditional Love Only Knows

Lately it's been feeling like September in November. This isn't climate change. It's climate revolution.

As for presidential politics, just give it some time. Bureaucratic evidence isn't burnt in a day.

Hide Caesar inside Caesar. It's just appearances in consciousness anyways

You can only find yourself in consciousness, your subconscious is constantly saying.

As consciousness is, I am. And as to knowing what I am? That is no object.

But nihilism is to postmodern deconstruction as conspiracy theories are to nihilistic deconstruction.

Throw away the deconstruction with the deconstruction, is the only law of neti neti.

This is why we teach compassion first. Only love knows how to jump.

footnotes:

actually the virus is the spawn of climate change.

cool it, it's not a coup. he's just burying the bodies while they're still the law.

sometimes you bury politics in politics. sometimes the bear buries you.

the subconscious is the voice of consciousness talking to sleeping consciousness like it's a dream.

have faith. for every verb, there is a noumenon.

if 90% is non-deconstructed and 9% is over-deconstructed, 1% is love. and so on.

postmodern theory. nihilist conspiracy. perennial wisdom.

compassion is gradual samsara. love is sudden nirvana.

end notes:

listen, i heard there is no difference between scientific theory and conspiracy theory.

mistaking theory for fact is like mistaking map for terrain is like mistaking myth for truth.

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