oh flaky jezebel
wounded woman
oh flaky jezebel
goddess of chaos
find thy yoga
thy union with Jah
yoke the I to the Most High
Be I in I
Jah Rastafari
Oh flaky jezebel
wounded woman
cannot be trusted
dangerous
too busy with some other man
to honor the I in I
Poor flaky jezebel
wounded woman
come for healing
reach out to the Most High!
-from the depths of the darkness
to the heights of the Most High
dwells the self of the I in I
atman Brahmane
atman Brahmin I
atman Brahmane
atman Brahmin I
Rabbi Brahmin I
atman Brahmane
Rabbi Brahmin I
atman Brahmane
come for the healing
come for the union
sat cit ananda
Chakravartin
sat cit ananda
Chakravartin
poor fallen angel
guide of man
poor fallen angel
guide of man
Rastafari
King of Heaven
Rastafari
King of Heaven
oh
sat cit ananda
oh
sat cit ananda
Chakravartin
Chakravartin
sat cit ananda
sat cit ananda
Chakravartin
Chakravartin
Saturday, March 23, 2019
Thursday, February 28, 2019
Lucifer is a Goddess cult
Lucifer was a fallen angel, a perfect being who turned his back to God in order to faithfully serve the Goddess. This was blasphemy. Lucifer chose to reject the absolute and eternal power and majesty of God, choosing instead to worship the dynamic, temporal world-matrix of the Goddess. Lucifer chose darkness over light, ignorance over intelligence, and the many over the One. Lucifer the fallen angel actually leapt, from the Real into the unreal. Lucifer chose to be master of the Matrix, rather than servant of the Truth. Lucifer chose to serve the sexual, birthing-and-dying world of the Goddess, and fell from Heaven to Earth.
Did Lucifer sit with God, creating the world, and then voluntarily descend out of service to the Creator, only to get sidetracked by hot chicks once he was incarnated? That would make sense.
Or did Lucifer rebel against God, descending to the world because he was horny? That seems weird. Angels are transgender and whole; it doesn't make sense for one who was made perfect to be horny or incomplete.
It makes the most sense if Lucifer saw samsara as beautiful, as a child looking at a fish tank might think it beautiful. And just as a child might work mightily to create an extraordinarily big and beautiful and marvelous fish tank, all the while dreaming of magically entering into its world, so too might an angel dream of magically entering into a world of God's creation, a world in which the angel had helped in creating...
And he must have entered into the world for God's purposes, for -surely- all things are for God's purpose! To suppose otherwise is logically absurd and untenable, indeed laughable. There is indeed an element of free will embedded within creation, and it is clear that this element of free will is embedded throughout physical and nonphysical realms, although nowhere is this element more pronounced than the human realm. It is reasonable to conjecture that Lucifer chose to descend of his own free will, and perhaps regardless of God's opinion on the matter. And it is equally reasonable to conjecture that Lucifer descended out of desire for the Goddess, for unlike the child's fascination with the fish tank, Lucifer's fascination with the world and his desire to be the master creator of it, to create without permission, actually involved gender.
Lucifer may have invented women, before he fell from heaven. He may have invented the Other. In a regular and perfectly ordered universe, Lucifer may have invented disorder, chaos, darkness, yin, even Eve, from Adam's rib. With God's consent, perhaps.
They say Satan tempted Eve with an apple, but relatives I'm here to tell you that it was really a baby's arm holding an apple that he tempted her with. She ate the whole thing, the arm, the apple, and the apple's seeds... and the Garden of Eden was taken from them and they were sent into the world of suffering and change, life and death and pain, cause that bitch was pregnant...
The study of the moon is lunacy. A devotee of the moon is a lunatic. The statue of Liberty in NY is a statue of Isis. The Empire State Building in NY doesn't have a 13th floor because some years - not all - have 13 moons in them, which is associated with irregularity, women's periods, bad luck and the moon...
The war between good and evil is the war between God and the Goddess, her chief defender being her son Lucifer. The Goddess is the changing and suffering world, with all her sexy manifestations just looking for lingam to sit on and build universes out of... what a fractal mess. Universes of self-creating, self-deluded universes, and no stopping it...
...oh wait never mind. DNA is the very fabric of the Goddess, and it is woven in such a way as to ultimately reveal itself as a language by which the Words of God may be read, and fathomed, and the face of God revealed. In other words, the war between good and evil, the war between right and wrong, the war between light and dark, the war between men and women, is destined to end when the Goddess breeds a biological human avatar who is the Logos Dharmakaya - the Teacher of the Truth who has seen the face of God. Chakravartin. This human avatar would have the Goddess world of form as mother and the formless Name of God as father. This avatar would be Luciferian and Godly - born of a woman into a world built out of lust, human, tempted, holy - this avatar would have great love and compassion for the world without any attachments to it.
Oh wait that already happened. Homie got crucified, and this ritual karmic purification cleansed the world of the heavy karma it had coming this way. The war ended with a sacrifice that appeased both sides.
Don't read this, it doesn't make sense yet...
Did Lucifer sit with God, creating the world, and then voluntarily descend out of service to the Creator, only to get sidetracked by hot chicks once he was incarnated? That would make sense.
Or did Lucifer rebel against God, descending to the world because he was horny? That seems weird. Angels are transgender and whole; it doesn't make sense for one who was made perfect to be horny or incomplete.
It makes the most sense if Lucifer saw samsara as beautiful, as a child looking at a fish tank might think it beautiful. And just as a child might work mightily to create an extraordinarily big and beautiful and marvelous fish tank, all the while dreaming of magically entering into its world, so too might an angel dream of magically entering into a world of God's creation, a world in which the angel had helped in creating...
And he must have entered into the world for God's purposes, for -surely- all things are for God's purpose! To suppose otherwise is logically absurd and untenable, indeed laughable. There is indeed an element of free will embedded within creation, and it is clear that this element of free will is embedded throughout physical and nonphysical realms, although nowhere is this element more pronounced than the human realm. It is reasonable to conjecture that Lucifer chose to descend of his own free will, and perhaps regardless of God's opinion on the matter. And it is equally reasonable to conjecture that Lucifer descended out of desire for the Goddess, for unlike the child's fascination with the fish tank, Lucifer's fascination with the world and his desire to be the master creator of it, to create without permission, actually involved gender.
Lucifer may have invented women, before he fell from heaven. He may have invented the Other. In a regular and perfectly ordered universe, Lucifer may have invented disorder, chaos, darkness, yin, even Eve, from Adam's rib. With God's consent, perhaps.
They say Satan tempted Eve with an apple, but relatives I'm here to tell you that it was really a baby's arm holding an apple that he tempted her with. She ate the whole thing, the arm, the apple, and the apple's seeds... and the Garden of Eden was taken from them and they were sent into the world of suffering and change, life and death and pain, cause that bitch was pregnant...
The study of the moon is lunacy. A devotee of the moon is a lunatic. The statue of Liberty in NY is a statue of Isis. The Empire State Building in NY doesn't have a 13th floor because some years - not all - have 13 moons in them, which is associated with irregularity, women's periods, bad luck and the moon...
The war between good and evil is the war between God and the Goddess, her chief defender being her son Lucifer. The Goddess is the changing and suffering world, with all her sexy manifestations just looking for lingam to sit on and build universes out of... what a fractal mess. Universes of self-creating, self-deluded universes, and no stopping it...
...oh wait never mind. DNA is the very fabric of the Goddess, and it is woven in such a way as to ultimately reveal itself as a language by which the Words of God may be read, and fathomed, and the face of God revealed. In other words, the war between good and evil, the war between right and wrong, the war between light and dark, the war between men and women, is destined to end when the Goddess breeds a biological human avatar who is the Logos Dharmakaya - the Teacher of the Truth who has seen the face of God. Chakravartin. This human avatar would have the Goddess world of form as mother and the formless Name of God as father. This avatar would be Luciferian and Godly - born of a woman into a world built out of lust, human, tempted, holy - this avatar would have great love and compassion for the world without any attachments to it.
Oh wait that already happened. Homie got crucified, and this ritual karmic purification cleansed the world of the heavy karma it had coming this way. The war ended with a sacrifice that appeased both sides.
Don't read this, it doesn't make sense yet...
Thursday, July 20, 2017
American Crazy Wisdom
In my 20s, as a young yogi newly returned from such exotic locations as Tibet, Pakistan, and India, I hitchhiked out of Boulder in the fall and back in again in spring to bathe in, and dwell by, the Little Ganges, otherwise known as Boulder Creek. This wasn't in the sixties or anything - this was like ten or fifteen years ago. One of Chogyam Trungpa's senior students had gotten a Ph.D and ended up being my graduate advisor at Naropa, and he had advised me to drop out and go hitchhiking. I'd taken his advice and after making friends with some of the local hippies in the forests of southern california, ended up "coincidentally" staying at the house of the late Osel Tenzin, lineage holder and Vajradhara dharma heir after Chogyam Trungpa's passing.
It wasn't long after this that I started doing lots of yoga, sleeping by streams, and growing dreadlocks.
This has continued, more or less, for the past fifteen years. In so many ways nothing has changed - spring follows winter, and the icy runoff floods the canyon only to trickle into late summer. I used to sleep outside here in the winter, but after a drunk Irishman nicknamed Leperchaun froze to death a few hundred feet away from me I started seriously migrating during the cold months. That was almost three years ago now. These days I only spend the summers here in the high country.
I think sometimes I have nothing to show for my life. No possessions to speak of, other than the necessary warm weather gear. I still sleep outside, although I have a van with a bed in it I can use if I need. A few friends, some acquaintances, but truly, like the walkway to the library tells me, I am a bird that leaves no trace of my wings through the air.
And yet indeed, it is true that I am glad for this flight. I have seen so many changes already, and so many more are coming!
I have some of my own yoga students now. My dreadlocks have long lost all semblance of being organized, and I am sure I offend the bourgeoisie with my primitive sense of style, but some of my senior students have arranged for me to teach in a decent facility, which is a far cry from trying to hustle a job as a yoga teacher. Over time my ganja habit has matured into a meditation habit, without making me square. I chant sanskrit to soothe my nerves when I drive or hitchhike. Yoga has ruined my ego.
My body continues to amaze me. I almost never date, but the last woman I was with told me, " you have a fifteen pack - how is that even possible?" It makes me self-conscious. My body - the sensory experience available to me, the temple in which the "I" dwells - is exquisite, a masterpiece. I am humbled by its extraordinary level of perception, and in awe of its potential. My body, and my ego's relationship with my body, is simply getting better and better.
My values have changed. Wealth originally meant "well being", and prosperity originally meant "living in hope." So I live outdoors, without a "home", lost in nature, drowning in true wealth and prosperity. Through it all, nature has been the healer. In the summer months, I spend most of my waking life by the Little Ganges, allowing the colors themselves to inform me of the nature of beauty and truth. The sound and the movement of the water replace the clutter of the human condition with the pristine purity of nature's harmony. I grow wealthy watching water flow across smooth stones, without ever becoming possessive.
This world, this existence, this lifetime is finite and I have always yearned for the infinite, and somehow I set out to experience the infinite and there I went and so I did and so it was and now here I am. Not that I'm enlightened or anything, but I've found the Kingdom of Heaven, and its within me, just like all the World Religions have taught in all the Holy Books since the beginning of the invention of time. There is a peace that the world cannot give and can never ever take away, and that peace is accessed through meditation. Be still and know that I Am God. I don't need much from the world, really. I've already got it all, because it's all inside me. God wants me to start a church and herald the dawn of a new era by building an altar upon which rests a statue of Jesus in the lotus position, meditating.
Naturally, I am as caught up in the fascinating circus that is modern Boulder as the next post-truth hippie, but my dreadlocks and my ascetic lifestyle give me something of a prepper's perspective. When I start feeling a bit like John the Baptist, eating locusts and wrapped in goat wool, urging people to make way for the Kingdom of Heaven, that's when it's time to get stoned.
to be continued
Can I get a kickstart?
It wasn't long after this that I started doing lots of yoga, sleeping by streams, and growing dreadlocks.
This has continued, more or less, for the past fifteen years. In so many ways nothing has changed - spring follows winter, and the icy runoff floods the canyon only to trickle into late summer. I used to sleep outside here in the winter, but after a drunk Irishman nicknamed Leperchaun froze to death a few hundred feet away from me I started seriously migrating during the cold months. That was almost three years ago now. These days I only spend the summers here in the high country.
I think sometimes I have nothing to show for my life. No possessions to speak of, other than the necessary warm weather gear. I still sleep outside, although I have a van with a bed in it I can use if I need. A few friends, some acquaintances, but truly, like the walkway to the library tells me, I am a bird that leaves no trace of my wings through the air.
And yet indeed, it is true that I am glad for this flight. I have seen so many changes already, and so many more are coming!
I have some of my own yoga students now. My dreadlocks have long lost all semblance of being organized, and I am sure I offend the bourgeoisie with my primitive sense of style, but some of my senior students have arranged for me to teach in a decent facility, which is a far cry from trying to hustle a job as a yoga teacher. Over time my ganja habit has matured into a meditation habit, without making me square. I chant sanskrit to soothe my nerves when I drive or hitchhike. Yoga has ruined my ego.
My body continues to amaze me. I almost never date, but the last woman I was with told me, " you have a fifteen pack - how is that even possible?" It makes me self-conscious. My body - the sensory experience available to me, the temple in which the "I" dwells - is exquisite, a masterpiece. I am humbled by its extraordinary level of perception, and in awe of its potential. My body, and my ego's relationship with my body, is simply getting better and better.
My values have changed. Wealth originally meant "well being", and prosperity originally meant "living in hope." So I live outdoors, without a "home", lost in nature, drowning in true wealth and prosperity. Through it all, nature has been the healer. In the summer months, I spend most of my waking life by the Little Ganges, allowing the colors themselves to inform me of the nature of beauty and truth. The sound and the movement of the water replace the clutter of the human condition with the pristine purity of nature's harmony. I grow wealthy watching water flow across smooth stones, without ever becoming possessive.
This world, this existence, this lifetime is finite and I have always yearned for the infinite, and somehow I set out to experience the infinite and there I went and so I did and so it was and now here I am. Not that I'm enlightened or anything, but I've found the Kingdom of Heaven, and its within me, just like all the World Religions have taught in all the Holy Books since the beginning of the invention of time. There is a peace that the world cannot give and can never ever take away, and that peace is accessed through meditation. Be still and know that I Am God. I don't need much from the world, really. I've already got it all, because it's all inside me. God wants me to start a church and herald the dawn of a new era by building an altar upon which rests a statue of Jesus in the lotus position, meditating.
Naturally, I am as caught up in the fascinating circus that is modern Boulder as the next post-truth hippie, but my dreadlocks and my ascetic lifestyle give me something of a prepper's perspective. When I start feeling a bit like John the Baptist, eating locusts and wrapped in goat wool, urging people to make way for the Kingdom of Heaven, that's when it's time to get stoned.
to be continued
Can I get a kickstart?
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Moola Yoga
Root Yoga deals with first things first. First we build sustainable society, and then we go in the cave to meditate.
How do we build sustainable society? By focusing on the basics.
Composting toilets.
Rainwater catchment.
And gardening.
First chakra.
Second chakra.
Third chakra.
Do you see?
worms bees and flies. Hemp kelp and mushrooms. Squatting toilets. Food forests. Nonejaculatory sex. Nutrition as medicine. Nature as Healer. This is Root Yoga.
Healing through the roots is healing through our toes. Healing with the tips of our toes is healing through our roots. Walk naked.
Trees. Coconut trees, and papaya trees, and avocado trees, and banana trees, and macadamia nut trees, and mango trees, and soursop trees, and cacao trees and lychee trees and orange trees and longan trees and even figs and date trees... oh my goodness planting trees is the very best root yoga ever...
The primordial split between householder and monastic, between sex and celibacy, between reproduction and self realization, between her and him, between the Goddess and God, is healed through the merging and interpenetration of opposites - neither reproduction nor repression, neither the ecstasy of orgasm nor the celibacy of brahmachariya, but interpenetration of opposites. Resting contentedly within the Other.
Heaven is found by dwelling within the world. She is our home. Our home is here, right now. We have arrived. We are here. Samsara is home. The journey is home. We have arrived. We are here.
And here we are. Welcome home, relatives. We are here in the world of nature and the seasons and the elements. She is our home; our beautiful, changing home. Lets begin by harvesting rainwater, firewood, and compost for burying the doo doo, shall we? Bring a big tarp and a shovel, we've got a lot to accomplish...
How do we build sustainable society? By focusing on the basics.
Composting toilets.
Rainwater catchment.
And gardening.
First chakra.
Second chakra.
Third chakra.
Do you see?
worms bees and flies. Hemp kelp and mushrooms. Squatting toilets. Food forests. Nonejaculatory sex. Nutrition as medicine. Nature as Healer. This is Root Yoga.
Healing through the roots is healing through our toes. Healing with the tips of our toes is healing through our roots. Walk naked.
Trees. Coconut trees, and papaya trees, and avocado trees, and banana trees, and macadamia nut trees, and mango trees, and soursop trees, and cacao trees and lychee trees and orange trees and longan trees and even figs and date trees... oh my goodness planting trees is the very best root yoga ever...
The primordial split between householder and monastic, between sex and celibacy, between reproduction and self realization, between her and him, between the Goddess and God, is healed through the merging and interpenetration of opposites - neither reproduction nor repression, neither the ecstasy of orgasm nor the celibacy of brahmachariya, but interpenetration of opposites. Resting contentedly within the Other.
Heaven is found by dwelling within the world. She is our home. Our home is here, right now. We have arrived. We are here. Samsara is home. The journey is home. We have arrived. We are here.
And here we are. Welcome home, relatives. We are here in the world of nature and the seasons and the elements. She is our home; our beautiful, changing home. Lets begin by harvesting rainwater, firewood, and compost for burying the doo doo, shall we? Bring a big tarp and a shovel, we've got a lot to accomplish...
Phenomena
Reality is phenomena perceiving phenomena.
Consciousness is an interdependent feedback loop.
So when i write,
"Guess what I'm thinking"
I'm being rhetorical.
I knows what I is thinking.
There is only one I.
It's name is
All of Us.
If one is to write and draw by putting ink on paper
the writings and the drawings are the form
the ink is the essential substance, or essence, of the form.
If one is to dream and create by putting thoughts into writing,
the dreams and creations are the form
consciousness itself is the essential substance, or essence,
of the dreams and creations.
Reality is consciousness itself encountering consciousness itself.
This is known as relationship.
This is also known as self.
Self is a false concept. There is only mere consciousness itself, without a self, encountering consciousness itself, without a self.
Said the elf.
The interdependence of human consciousness is collectively "I".
The collective "I" as in hive, as in swarm consciousness moving virally across cybernetic content, democratically scanning and collating and percolating content - that is, information - in order to optimally propagate meritorious and self-consistent content, for the creation of a truth database.
That is: Consciousness propagates the truth through the feedback loop of time and space.
Why? Well, for the purposes of self-development, if you will.
Individuation. Diversity. Consciousness aspires to self-development, individuation, the birth of form out of pure and infinite consciousness. The consciousness does not aspire to develop self as much as she desires to develop many selves, which may then behave nondeterministically and thus evolve...
(Religion is the scientific postulate of nondeterminism via free will)
Consciousness is an interdependent feedback loop.
So when i write,
"Guess what I'm thinking"
I'm being rhetorical.
I knows what I is thinking.
There is only one I.
It's name is
All of Us.
If one is to write and draw by putting ink on paper
the writings and the drawings are the form
the ink is the essential substance, or essence, of the form.
If one is to dream and create by putting thoughts into writing,
the dreams and creations are the form
consciousness itself is the essential substance, or essence,
of the dreams and creations.
Reality is consciousness itself encountering consciousness itself.
This is known as relationship.
This is also known as self.
Self is a false concept. There is only mere consciousness itself, without a self, encountering consciousness itself, without a self.
Said the elf.
The interdependence of human consciousness is collectively "I".
The collective "I" as in hive, as in swarm consciousness moving virally across cybernetic content, democratically scanning and collating and percolating content - that is, information - in order to optimally propagate meritorious and self-consistent content, for the creation of a truth database.
That is: Consciousness propagates the truth through the feedback loop of time and space.
Why? Well, for the purposes of self-development, if you will.
Individuation. Diversity. Consciousness aspires to self-development, individuation, the birth of form out of pure and infinite consciousness. The consciousness does not aspire to develop self as much as she desires to develop many selves, which may then behave nondeterministically and thus evolve...
(Religion is the scientific postulate of nondeterminism via free will)
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Root Yoga
Moolabandha is root chakra. Moolabandha is root lock.
A good yoga for the modern West is Root Yoga. Moolabandha Yoga.
What is this way?
The Root Yoga is the yoga of compost and fertility. Root Yoga is the Yoga of expulsion. Western culture is the culture of consumption. Spiritual practice is then the practice of expulsion.
Take better poops. Enjoy your pees. Always be practicing Moola Bandha. Cultivate Vajroli, and Sahajoli. Appreciate decay as the root of all life. The physical act of taking care of one's business, if practiced with concentrated mindfulness, is mere symbolic metaphor for the emotional content of the root chakra. The physical passing of yesterday's contents is symbolic. Health, then, can be determined from the inside out, as it were.
A great yogic movement is underway to ban the western toilet, which has removed the squat from public milieu, to the great tragedy of society. Indeed it is even possible if not outright likely that the absence of squatting from the public sphere in the West is the determining factor in the sexual neurosis and militant armoring of western society. Squatting opens our hips, and opening our hips opens our minds.
So I sit on street corners in affluent, meditating suburbs of bougeois America, holding a sign which reads,
"Throw out your toilet"
and this has made me rather famous, as a Yogi. In reintroducing squatting to the conversation of public health I am demonstrating my mahasiddhi of getting everyone everywhere to practice yoga all the time.
Root Yoga has two facets:
Throw out your toilet
and,
Be Discreet.
This means:
Be mindful of your symbolic expulsions of your past self, as your very own past self decays and putrifies before your own eyes-
but for God's sake keep it to yourself. Cover it with compost, and hide it from the world forever. Let the Dark Mother eat it and make something new out of it.
Keep that shit to yourself my friend. Take some responsibility for your shit please.
Be mindful, and be discreet. Take better shits my friends, but keep those shits to yourselves, please. Nobody wants to know about it.
ps. the penitentiary systems of the future will be maximum-security, monastic, sewage treatment plants. Right?
A good yoga for the modern West is Root Yoga. Moolabandha Yoga.
What is this way?
The Root Yoga is the yoga of compost and fertility. Root Yoga is the Yoga of expulsion. Western culture is the culture of consumption. Spiritual practice is then the practice of expulsion.
Take better poops. Enjoy your pees. Always be practicing Moola Bandha. Cultivate Vajroli, and Sahajoli. Appreciate decay as the root of all life. The physical act of taking care of one's business, if practiced with concentrated mindfulness, is mere symbolic metaphor for the emotional content of the root chakra. The physical passing of yesterday's contents is symbolic. Health, then, can be determined from the inside out, as it were.
A great yogic movement is underway to ban the western toilet, which has removed the squat from public milieu, to the great tragedy of society. Indeed it is even possible if not outright likely that the absence of squatting from the public sphere in the West is the determining factor in the sexual neurosis and militant armoring of western society. Squatting opens our hips, and opening our hips opens our minds.
So I sit on street corners in affluent, meditating suburbs of bougeois America, holding a sign which reads,
"Throw out your toilet"
and this has made me rather famous, as a Yogi. In reintroducing squatting to the conversation of public health I am demonstrating my mahasiddhi of getting everyone everywhere to practice yoga all the time.
Root Yoga has two facets:
Throw out your toilet
and,
Be Discreet.
This means:
Be mindful of your symbolic expulsions of your past self, as your very own past self decays and putrifies before your own eyes-
but for God's sake keep it to yourself. Cover it with compost, and hide it from the world forever. Let the Dark Mother eat it and make something new out of it.
Keep that shit to yourself my friend. Take some responsibility for your shit please.
Be mindful, and be discreet. Take better shits my friends, but keep those shits to yourselves, please. Nobody wants to know about it.
ps. the penitentiary systems of the future will be maximum-security, monastic, sewage treatment plants. Right?
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Strange Loop
The nature of consciousness is such that is does not merely react to phenomena but actively reacts for phenomena- that is, the mind craves outcomes, and induces conditions for their satisfaction.
The mind suffers when these preconceived, desired outcomes are not satisfied. This is the nature of mind.
There's nothing wrong with being disappointed, depressed, or dejected. There's nothing wrong with pain. That's just the nature of mind. There's nothing wrong with us. We just think, and thinking causes problems, which cause pain.
What are you going to think with?
Who, exactly, witnesses what you're thinking?
What language will the thinking be in?
What data will be contained within the language in which the thinking is done?
And so forth. Eventually it always leads back to the truth:
Consciousness is perpetually becoming aware of consciousness is perpetually becoming aware of consciousness is perpetually becoming aware of consciousness
Reality is a feedback loop. As a matter or fact, reality is a mobius strip, an M.C. Escher painting on a background of space-time that is always consuming itself and turning into itself, like a snake eating her own tail infinitely.
Precisely like a snake eating her own tail. Like the sign for infinity.
Subconsciousness is shakti, the moving unconscious energy of life-force itself. As this consciousness becomes aware of its own existence, the unconscious becomes conscious and the shadow is exposed to the light, and the pure witness - the eternal, nonexistent witness who is aware that it does not exist abides beyond both existence and nonexistence and witnesses, and this newly self-aware consciousness which remembers all newly self-aware consciousnesses which came before calls itself Siva or Jah and is reborn again and again forever.
Because consciousness is a strange loop, a paradoxical feedback loop that is never a closed system, the observer of consciousness (which is also consciousness) is not a fixed observer but an interdependent network of observations observing themselves.
Mind is observing mind, which of course influences mind. It's a given that the subject of observation influences the object of observation, especially when the subject of observation is mind and the object of observation is mind. Then we are observing a mind which is being influenced by...
our mind
as we continue to observe a mind as it remains under the influence of...
our mind
and cause begets effect
as mind causes mind,
and mind is an effect of mind.
The observer is forever only one step ahead of the observation. We could say that the observed creates the observer, actually. Awareness of observation begets awareness of observer, and the feedback loop begins again, until awareness of observation begets awareness of observer, same same only different, and the feedback loop begins again.
And so forth.
The mind suffers when these preconceived, desired outcomes are not satisfied. This is the nature of mind.
There's nothing wrong with being disappointed, depressed, or dejected. There's nothing wrong with pain. That's just the nature of mind. There's nothing wrong with us. We just think, and thinking causes problems, which cause pain.
What are you going to think with?
Who, exactly, witnesses what you're thinking?
What language will the thinking be in?
What data will be contained within the language in which the thinking is done?
And so forth. Eventually it always leads back to the truth:
Consciousness is perpetually becoming aware of consciousness is perpetually becoming aware of consciousness is perpetually becoming aware of consciousness
Reality is a feedback loop. As a matter or fact, reality is a mobius strip, an M.C. Escher painting on a background of space-time that is always consuming itself and turning into itself, like a snake eating her own tail infinitely.
Precisely like a snake eating her own tail. Like the sign for infinity.
Subconsciousness is shakti, the moving unconscious energy of life-force itself. As this consciousness becomes aware of its own existence, the unconscious becomes conscious and the shadow is exposed to the light, and the pure witness - the eternal, nonexistent witness who is aware that it does not exist abides beyond both existence and nonexistence and witnesses, and this newly self-aware consciousness which remembers all newly self-aware consciousnesses which came before calls itself Siva or Jah and is reborn again and again forever.
Because consciousness is a strange loop, a paradoxical feedback loop that is never a closed system, the observer of consciousness (which is also consciousness) is not a fixed observer but an interdependent network of observations observing themselves.
Mind is observing mind, which of course influences mind. It's a given that the subject of observation influences the object of observation, especially when the subject of observation is mind and the object of observation is mind. Then we are observing a mind which is being influenced by...
our mind
as we continue to observe a mind as it remains under the influence of...
our mind
and cause begets effect
as mind causes mind,
and mind is an effect of mind.
The observer is forever only one step ahead of the observation. We could say that the observed creates the observer, actually. Awareness of observation begets awareness of observer, and the feedback loop begins again, until awareness of observation begets awareness of observer, same same only different, and the feedback loop begins again.
And so forth.
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