i do not mean this in a negative way but choice is limitation
the precondition of being here is limitation
again
i do not mean this in a negative way
this is a place to perceive
a way to see
a point pf contact with the beyond
a way to see
otherwise it is all seen , all now , all here and all you
till you choose to be a certain way
it is all One way
no heaven no earth
just us
Friday, October 29, 2010
a dream transfusion...
in the dream it felt like an exploration, a meditation
a high tech evolution opening new vistas and realities. An implosion that was as much an explosion into the unknown universe,
stars rushed by and galaxies streamed past and what was and could be reached out to each other at wild and fantastic speeds
the Spirits rejoiced, the teacher Learned, the healer Healed, and the searching soul found his road. Mathematical elegance and philosophical harmonies raced at the speed of light
in the dream was a feeling, an overview that this was us
that We, I, You and All held hands and melded minds. Conjoined spirits in emotional ecstasy as hearts sought, reached and thought and consciousness expanded.
We, I, You us lived.
Racing through galaxies till the artifact of their passing was blurred light and stroboscopic enlightenment flickering in the spaces between. There was nothing that was not light of love all rushing and whooshing by.
in the dream there was excitement. Desire and curious breathless joy
And in the dream were the detritus and wreckage of those that had gone before
also far in different dreams were alien voices calling from far along, also on the same road. Ahead too were more than us. Those who had gone thus far and no further and still further on. More ...and more..
in the dream the ride was getting harder, more turbulent. The fast furious speeds were now at once exhilarating and scary
untouched ground on hallowed roads. Unheard harmonies and philosophies were required to express what now was and had to be seen
new ways of being, new math =new path
new philosophies of new realities and what had seemed to be alien tongues now seemed to be our own voices reaching back to us out of turn. Asking for more from us,
We, I, You were disturbed, this galactic vessel of exploration was shaking in the turbulence of new understandings. What eyes saw could not possibly be seen. Had never been seen. The mathematics had never hinted at these new musics. These new octaves strained our being and we sought to let our spirits soar Even as our consciousness receded, repulsed by the extraordinarily strange, the wonderfully new
in the dream; me, you, we sought simpler metaphors. The speed, growth and the fantastical velocities that made streaking lights pace seem glacial. The paroxysms of epiphany needed to be filtered into easier tongues so...
in the dream, what eye has not seen became the far reaches of the galaxy.
this joyous discovery and growth was now the explosive seed of interstellar reach and travel.
The epiphany of the sage. The dervish dance of the Sufi. The cold winds of intellect and the loving embrace of All as consciousness and being . What ear has not heard became that ineffable word. That paradoxical call from within that sings of home
in the dream the simpler metaphor became I, You, Me, We
In the dream the billions of voices on this journey became simple passengers on a voyage. In space. In time and among the stars
And the path of lights, of knowledge and growth. In the dream this became a simple road
And the turbulence of discovery. The rough test of the unimaginable clashing with the known became the grooves and the rocks on the path jostling and juddering. Slowing us down through necessity and caution.
In the dream, now seeing what was as a seeming, we knew we must seek respite, seek understanding, visit repairs and succor on ourselves and this "vehicle" that we traveled on this "road ".
We all had seen the detritus and the wrecked remains of those that had gone before. We had passed those who had waved at us from the sidelines. We were their dreams of what may be, the tantalizing tales of the wanderer
AND... We pulled over the car. Off the road, we definitely needed repairs and improvements, everyone was giddy at how far we had come, but everyone knew we would have to make some serious adjustments and repairs. The "fuel” needed to be changed /replenished. The "vehicle” was hurting, and needed some serious help
Surely someone could help and assist, some tips perhaps?
And right there in the dream was an impression of a being, a person, there was just a suggestion of a face, and a suggestion of a body form that felt like a tree. I swear that was what it felt like
The "being " explained to us that there had been/were/is different options for propulsion. I/you/we got the impression that this journey had been undertaken before by different "peoples/ways of being (?)" in their own 'vehicles'. All the while in the dream the superimposition of different perspectives, i.e. regular off road trail, and galactic /interstellar journey and the idea of spiritual growth kept flipping. Somehow they seemed to overlay each other as reflections or impressions of the same Idea.
On the Basic Off road vehicle metaphor which I felt was the one I knew I would have the most access to once I awoke. The being seemed to be showing us the choice of different Fuels. It was getting funny at this point because it felt like a gas station with all the symbols for different fuels. Except I also knew that this Fuel meant "How-the-vehicle-is-moved" and vehicle meant actual beings.
Anyway on the board were different 'fuels '. The being seemed to explain each as it truly was I got the impression of 4-5 styles of Fuel/propulsion /How-the-vehicle-is-moved". One was the seeming of pure light as a pure...something... I know exactly what it is but lack the word or equal expression of this, there was one more which totally was over my head then there was one that I immediately recognized, in my head I transformed the symbol. Into gasoline with the little drip of oil on in. I immediately got the understanding that this was Fuel made from "What -once- was- living”. I got the distinct impression that this was an intentional translation of a concept of 'Fuel/propulsion /How-the-vehicle-is-moved" on my part. It involved a pressure on the living and what remained of the living. It was propulsion by tapping the living for their death. Sucking out their living essence. It really hit me hard.
Then I saw the last one. A Fuel/propulsion /How-the-vehicle-is-moved. It had the look of magenta, red and violet. And I got such a sense of life! Life joy and so much Aliveness!! (Yeah set the word sheriff on me) but just as I was trying to fathom how this could fit into my idea of Fuel. The being made me understand. That in this new "way of moving" this "new way of getting there" of being. The fuel And the vehicle were one. There was no use of one thing to "move” another. There was a joyous exchange and recycling and self propulsion as one. With no consumption so to speak... The growth. The journey was an implosion as well as an explosion. Getting there was accomplished by "being (?) There?
There was a need to not rely so much on the previous fuel( gasoline/hydrocarbons/using up of lives ) our problem in the journey was the relying on this form when We were actually this New FUEL. I will not be trite and say what you already are thinking. But in my dream we stayed a while to renew ourselves and learn about how we would propel ourselves on our own joy on our own new way by being joyfully and completely ourselves. Farming no one, exploiting nothing and enslaving none.
I wake up
But I feel the call of the dream. And I know that the alien songs and voices that seemed to call from afar out of time and understood were only ourselves up ahead yet now. Pure and freed from the old propulsions and in a vehicle that needed nothing but I, You We, - Pilot/ Fuel/ Vehicle
a high tech evolution opening new vistas and realities. An implosion that was as much an explosion into the unknown universe,
stars rushed by and galaxies streamed past and what was and could be reached out to each other at wild and fantastic speeds
the Spirits rejoiced, the teacher Learned, the healer Healed, and the searching soul found his road. Mathematical elegance and philosophical harmonies raced at the speed of light
in the dream was a feeling, an overview that this was us
that We, I, You and All held hands and melded minds. Conjoined spirits in emotional ecstasy as hearts sought, reached and thought and consciousness expanded.
We, I, You us lived.
Racing through galaxies till the artifact of their passing was blurred light and stroboscopic enlightenment flickering in the spaces between. There was nothing that was not light of love all rushing and whooshing by.
in the dream there was excitement. Desire and curious breathless joy
And in the dream were the detritus and wreckage of those that had gone before
also far in different dreams were alien voices calling from far along, also on the same road. Ahead too were more than us. Those who had gone thus far and no further and still further on. More ...and more..
in the dream the ride was getting harder, more turbulent. The fast furious speeds were now at once exhilarating and scary
untouched ground on hallowed roads. Unheard harmonies and philosophies were required to express what now was and had to be seen
new ways of being, new math =new path
new philosophies of new realities and what had seemed to be alien tongues now seemed to be our own voices reaching back to us out of turn. Asking for more from us,
We, I, You were disturbed, this galactic vessel of exploration was shaking in the turbulence of new understandings. What eyes saw could not possibly be seen. Had never been seen. The mathematics had never hinted at these new musics. These new octaves strained our being and we sought to let our spirits soar Even as our consciousness receded, repulsed by the extraordinarily strange, the wonderfully new
in the dream; me, you, we sought simpler metaphors. The speed, growth and the fantastical velocities that made streaking lights pace seem glacial. The paroxysms of epiphany needed to be filtered into easier tongues so...
in the dream, what eye has not seen became the far reaches of the galaxy.
this joyous discovery and growth was now the explosive seed of interstellar reach and travel.
The epiphany of the sage. The dervish dance of the Sufi. The cold winds of intellect and the loving embrace of All as consciousness and being . What ear has not heard became that ineffable word. That paradoxical call from within that sings of home
in the dream the simpler metaphor became I, You, Me, We
In the dream the billions of voices on this journey became simple passengers on a voyage. In space. In time and among the stars
And the path of lights, of knowledge and growth. In the dream this became a simple road
And the turbulence of discovery. The rough test of the unimaginable clashing with the known became the grooves and the rocks on the path jostling and juddering. Slowing us down through necessity and caution.
In the dream, now seeing what was as a seeming, we knew we must seek respite, seek understanding, visit repairs and succor on ourselves and this "vehicle" that we traveled on this "road ".
We all had seen the detritus and the wrecked remains of those that had gone before. We had passed those who had waved at us from the sidelines. We were their dreams of what may be, the tantalizing tales of the wanderer
AND... We pulled over the car. Off the road, we definitely needed repairs and improvements, everyone was giddy at how far we had come, but everyone knew we would have to make some serious adjustments and repairs. The "fuel” needed to be changed /replenished. The "vehicle” was hurting, and needed some serious help
Surely someone could help and assist, some tips perhaps?
And right there in the dream was an impression of a being, a person, there was just a suggestion of a face, and a suggestion of a body form that felt like a tree. I swear that was what it felt like
The "being " explained to us that there had been/were/is different options for propulsion. I/you/we got the impression that this journey had been undertaken before by different "peoples/ways of being (?)" in their own 'vehicles'. All the while in the dream the superimposition of different perspectives, i.e. regular off road trail, and galactic /interstellar journey and the idea of spiritual growth kept flipping. Somehow they seemed to overlay each other as reflections or impressions of the same Idea.
On the Basic Off road vehicle metaphor which I felt was the one I knew I would have the most access to once I awoke. The being seemed to be showing us the choice of different Fuels. It was getting funny at this point because it felt like a gas station with all the symbols for different fuels. Except I also knew that this Fuel meant "How-the-vehicle-is-moved" and vehicle meant actual beings.
Anyway on the board were different 'fuels '. The being seemed to explain each as it truly was I got the impression of 4-5 styles of Fuel/propulsion /How-the-vehicle-is-moved". One was the seeming of pure light as a pure...something... I know exactly what it is but lack the word or equal expression of this, there was one more which totally was over my head then there was one that I immediately recognized, in my head I transformed the symbol. Into gasoline with the little drip of oil on in. I immediately got the understanding that this was Fuel made from "What -once- was- living”. I got the distinct impression that this was an intentional translation of a concept of 'Fuel/propulsion /How-the-vehicle-is-moved" on my part. It involved a pressure on the living and what remained of the living. It was propulsion by tapping the living for their death. Sucking out their living essence. It really hit me hard.
Then I saw the last one. A Fuel/propulsion /How-the-vehicle-is-moved. It had the look of magenta, red and violet. And I got such a sense of life! Life joy and so much Aliveness!! (Yeah set the word sheriff on me) but just as I was trying to fathom how this could fit into my idea of Fuel. The being made me understand. That in this new "way of moving" this "new way of getting there" of being. The fuel And the vehicle were one. There was no use of one thing to "move” another. There was a joyous exchange and recycling and self propulsion as one. With no consumption so to speak... The growth. The journey was an implosion as well as an explosion. Getting there was accomplished by "being (?) There?
There was a need to not rely so much on the previous fuel( gasoline/hydrocarbons/using up of lives ) our problem in the journey was the relying on this form when We were actually this New FUEL. I will not be trite and say what you already are thinking. But in my dream we stayed a while to renew ourselves and learn about how we would propel ourselves on our own joy on our own new way by being joyfully and completely ourselves. Farming no one, exploiting nothing and enslaving none.
I wake up
But I feel the call of the dream. And I know that the alien songs and voices that seemed to call from afar out of time and understood were only ourselves up ahead yet now. Pure and freed from the old propulsions and in a vehicle that needed nothing but I, You We, - Pilot/ Fuel/ Vehicle
Thursday, October 7, 2010
the story told :2
In the story told the story that is you , what do u do next?-that is where the attention goes.
That is the next creation, the next frame . Each frame is new ,each prevous scene is gone you are dead and reborn , hwnever you are about to pick the next scene you will notice the gibbering voices within which are born of conditioning and trained beliefs STEAL ur ability to freely choose the nxt scene in ur story!
The sun breaks thru the clouds in different spots showing beams of light ...a seeming illusion of seperate lights or a seperate existence from the light. Or a seperation between intent/attention and Creation. They are one and the same . The gentler Creeds and teachings retrain or recondition you by telling you to simply follow your bliss . This allows you to use a 'general field ' of intent to cover a variety of outcomes (thus helping u sidestep the ingrained beliefs of control and limitiation that cannot allow you to have a single directed focus /A single intent leading to a single Ordained action!(thnx k:)) ,it helps you sidestep the energy draining field of doubts and thus leaving them unchallenged u can hopefully have a less stressed life) This general field allows you to seed a variety of acceptable futures as opposed to a point to point directing and intentional creation to be ur guide .
BUT the trained and chained parts of u ,the unconcious and suboncious parts of u keep creating regardless . This is why most cannot/do not walk on water , the moment they could choose to do so , the conditioned Man creates a whole host of I CAN'T moments , difusing focus and creating vast field so full of opposites and reasons not to and the general field of probabilities is populated by these. So following the path of least resistance , the condition man "reasonably" "chooses " not to do the thing and chooses otherwise . The -ve attention created is the next scene ,not the desire or choice itself but the antidote is the chosen manifestation...Free at last My God we are Free at last!!!
The conditioned man:- These -ve associations and beliefs ,the illusion of time and space and the human form /construct(DNA /Mind etc). These lock your Cosmic attention and focus into a place where it creates not what u will but the reasonable choice or antidote.
You may own a wonderful car , a night black limited edition ferrari ,But u r not ur car and u would laugh out loud if this was suggested. yet we live as though this were true , allowing ourselves to only create Wonderfull roads, curvy roads and straight fast roads , and oppulent gas stations, and when we feel most creative we create new rims , limiting all we are, to creating new vistas for The Car.
When we are daring we create wings for the car , most dont , its not the "cool" thing to do , its not a car anymore , it will be destroyed , burnt or ignored,
your conditioning and beliefs are what define ur path of least resistance . define what you create . where u r is the result of ur focus of attention which is esentially what and who you as "Self" are .
Body, Forms and Constructs are illusuions, better to think of your "self" as the point of interaction , the attention given , the story told by the story teller that is you . and focus on where u are and choose what comes next , tell small stories , tell simple stories the greater story is always told thru these .
U R not ur body , do not limit possibilities based on this , create what you will and you will get there
That is the next creation, the next frame . Each frame is new ,each prevous scene is gone you are dead and reborn , hwnever you are about to pick the next scene you will notice the gibbering voices within which are born of conditioning and trained beliefs STEAL ur ability to freely choose the nxt scene in ur story!
The sun breaks thru the clouds in different spots showing beams of light ...a seeming illusion of seperate lights or a seperate existence from the light. Or a seperation between intent/attention and Creation. They are one and the same . The gentler Creeds and teachings retrain or recondition you by telling you to simply follow your bliss . This allows you to use a 'general field ' of intent to cover a variety of outcomes (thus helping u sidestep the ingrained beliefs of control and limitiation that cannot allow you to have a single directed focus /A single intent leading to a single Ordained action!(thnx k:)) ,it helps you sidestep the energy draining field of doubts and thus leaving them unchallenged u can hopefully have a less stressed life) This general field allows you to seed a variety of acceptable futures as opposed to a point to point directing and intentional creation to be ur guide .
BUT the trained and chained parts of u ,the unconcious and suboncious parts of u keep creating regardless . This is why most cannot/do not walk on water , the moment they could choose to do so , the conditioned Man creates a whole host of I CAN'T moments , difusing focus and creating vast field so full of opposites and reasons not to and the general field of probabilities is populated by these. So following the path of least resistance , the condition man "reasonably" "chooses " not to do the thing and chooses otherwise . The -ve attention created is the next scene ,not the desire or choice itself but the antidote is the chosen manifestation...Free at last My God we are Free at last!!!
The conditioned man:- These -ve associations and beliefs ,the illusion of time and space and the human form /construct(DNA /Mind etc). These lock your Cosmic attention and focus into a place where it creates not what u will but the reasonable choice or antidote.
You may own a wonderful car , a night black limited edition ferrari ,But u r not ur car and u would laugh out loud if this was suggested. yet we live as though this were true , allowing ourselves to only create Wonderfull roads, curvy roads and straight fast roads , and oppulent gas stations, and when we feel most creative we create new rims , limiting all we are, to creating new vistas for The Car.
When we are daring we create wings for the car , most dont , its not the "cool" thing to do , its not a car anymore , it will be destroyed , burnt or ignored,
your conditioning and beliefs are what define ur path of least resistance . define what you create . where u r is the result of ur focus of attention which is esentially what and who you as "Self" are .
Body, Forms and Constructs are illusuions, better to think of your "self" as the point of interaction , the attention given , the story told by the story teller that is you . and focus on where u are and choose what comes next , tell small stories , tell simple stories the greater story is always told thru these .
U R not ur body , do not limit possibilities based on this , create what you will and you will get there
Monday, October 4, 2010
tears of joy for the moment
moments of bliss
that now is found
and now is known
the dawning of sun and the singing of songs most loud and happy
while tasting touching and feeling slimy fresh rained mud squilching between happy laughing running feet of dew spawned cherubs
chasing bubbles of maybe and what if
in heady fresh soft blowing winds of why not
climbing low boughed trees of how and high to reach out for rich juicy fleshy bites of me me
and now
sighs with bliss
and now
how could i miss
moments of bliss
that now is found
and now is known
the dawning of sun and the singing of songs most loud and happy
while tasting touching and feeling slimy fresh rained mud squilching between happy laughing running feet of dew spawned cherubs
chasing bubbles of maybe and what if
in heady fresh soft blowing winds of why not
climbing low boughed trees of how and high to reach out for rich juicy fleshy bites of me me
and now
sighs with bliss
and now
how could i miss
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