When it comes to all the great questions,
scientific materialism offers theories for others to disprove.
Even I know science doesn’t work that way.
For example, take the question of immortality.
A good materialist will say, immortality has never been proven.
But the fact is death lacks proof. Or birth, for that matter.
In other words, note to self, stop approaching inquiry from
this false perspective of religious materialism,
and see being as it is.
Don’t waste my breath on western unreality.
People don’t have consciousness. Consciousness has people.
On the other hand, the absolute has consciousness.
So as the personal usurps the absolute, it must lay claim to consciousness.
Every religion does this in its own way; scientifical materialism
theorizes consciousness is a product of its brainy material.
Although it cannot prove its theory, the faithful buy and fund it.
At best, the central nervous system of a human being
amplifies natural awareness reflecting in consciousness
to self-awareness. That’s as good a myth as any.
footnotes
thoughts appear in consciousness like dreams in deep sleep.
thought-forms appear in thought like manifestation appears within the dream-state.
self-shining consciousness is to the absolute as the deep sleep of a sun is to potentiality of its black hole.
Consciousness does not appear from anything material.
Everything material appears in consciousness.
This is the single-most important observation to recognize and deeply understand.
For one conditioned in this western world of scientific materialism,
it is the great turning.
Therefore, all further knowledge rests in consciousness
and not any scientific observation of the universe
including its brain.
This is the foundation of actual meditation
or consciousness talking to consciousness.
Memory is dead knowledge. Consciousness is the download. Instant DNA is shining on.
Key knowledge unlocks the known. On the other side of the lockless lock is the great unknown. Like the lockless monster, no picture does me justice.
Blue triangle, white rectangle, black stripe, white stripe, black stripe, white stripe, golden rhombus,
a conclave of cardinals electing an oriole, wild turkeys, red squirrels, and eastern coyotes.
Self-shining consciousness is black-wholed awareness. No form, no null set, and no idea. Like evolution, the empire is there for you.
The power of three is my triple alliance—affirmation, deconstruction, and the ground of unanimity.
Self-awareness is like the power of three turned up to the power of seven.
footnotes
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as soon as you're born, they feed you with resurrection.
they think they were born so they tell me i was born but who are they?
like tell me something i don't know.
math, geometry, and color is the universal language for that which can't be named.
ballad for my emily
evolution is here and now; don't buy the science—
materialism is the newest religion of a very old empire
(there always is but one invisible body—its universal name is consciousness)
and the modern sacrifice is called disease.
the new haiku
every empire has its religion.
every revolution has its new religion.
every folk religion is the truth gone underground.
May is the month of dead flowers
as well as newborn ones.
Already the forsythia has disappeared,
the cherry blossoms all is fallen,
lilacs are turning fragrantly brown,
and all the dandelion is gone to seed.
Temporary flowers cannot stay
the great transformation.
The May-November romance is
actually April-May.
Every second is a season
appearing or disappearing
in constant consciousness—
I am the dragon and not my flames.
An oriole is talking in syllabic windwood.
Motorboats are moaning on the brighter river.
We’re on the higher side of Maytime.
There’s a silver filament of consciousness
in every green or orange thing.
And every darkening form is like the ashes of its knowledge.
Like a black light rising to meet the sunlight,
this psychedelic song of self-awareness is just beginning.
Let this world of ashes fall as it may. The past will be the past.
The tree frogs are making their cameo appearance.
Our wetland light is turning the forest canopy on fire.
Ashes to ashes, I am not the ashes.
footnotes
not experiential exactly. that's just a word. more like inperiential in every way.
there's nothing ex about that.
it's what makes tuition intuition.
consciousness in, transistorizing body-mind, and self-awareness out.
ouroboric breathing.
base, collector, gateless gate.
taking my projection personally—there's a concept for you.
"In every event the entire universe is reflected. The ultimate cause is untraceable. The very idea of causation is only a way of thinking and speaking. We cannot imagine, uncaused emergence. This, however, does not prove the existence of causation."
it wasn't a show about nothing but everything is a show.
"Stiff all in the collar, fluffy in the face
Chit chat chatter tryin', stuffy in the place
Thank you for the party but I could never stay
Many things on my mind, words in the way
I want to thank you for lettin' me be myself again"
space-time appears in self-awareness. thank you, thank you very much.
"We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby."
As consciousness is the ground of mind, understanding is its function.
There’s nothing a body-mind can do but understand, and a body-mind cannot understand. Only consciousness does.
Love is to the manifest as intuition is to the unmanifest. And scene.
I see the first two boats upon the famous river sandbar this afternoon. Soon there will be hundreds.
The Massachusetts jungle is in early leaf. I’ve even heard a tree frog or two.
By the time I turned thirty, I thought my transcendentalism was impractical but I could not tell my therapist exactly why.
My mother was agoraphobic so my therapist prescribes hiking in the White Mountains instead of antidepressants and that makes all the difference in the world.
The first mountain that I hike is Pemigewasset, known to the tourists as Indian Head.
There was no one on the summit but an old man smoking a cigarette and drinking a can of beer.
Peak bagging is just more city nonsense, he says. The hike is not about the summit. It’s all about the wall.
Hiking any respectable mountain is like the tantric act of Bodhidharma’s wallgazing.
By hiking through the wall, the wall is known to be one’s own creation, grasshopper.
footnotes
there is reality and surreality
there is lucid surreality and occluded surreality (cloudy, partly cloudy, or partly sunny).
if reality is absolute awareness, lucid surreality is self-awareness.
dante says the door to hellfire says abandon hope all ye who enter here.
julian of norwich says all manner of hell shall be well.
spontaneously is my only addendum
it's not that i am manifesting surreality. of course i am. it's just such manifestation can't be stored in memory. so tonight, i'm making it up as i go.
memory is a pallette and not a painting
it ain't rocket science. enlightenment is self-awareness period
the universe appears in consciousness. consciousness appears in self-awareness.
self-awareness is a feature and not an appearance.
absolute awareness is self-aware. that is all absolute awareness is.
