Archive for January, 2014

Being centered in the midst of circumstances

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Unfortunately most do not teach the essence of Tai Chi, Chi Gong, Yoga or any method/practice for reaching the most unified state possible. People want to learn forms and to put a label on everything.
The Tao cannot be attained without a body.
Truth cannot be attained as long as there is a physical body.
We need the body to become realized beings. To completely understand the Way of things and ultimate truth, there cannot be a physical form.

Discipline, concentration, and insight are the three essentials.
Being centered in the midst of circumstances, is finding the mysterious pass. Clarifying the mind, is miraculous experience. Seeing the essence of mind, is crystallization of spirit. Merging mind, body, and spirit into one completely unified state existing in harmony, is refining the immortalized consciousness.
Having a body outside the body, is release from the matrix.
Breaking through space/time is perfect attainment/enlightenment.

When accomplishment is fulfilled in spiritual practice, character is well developed and one directly transcends to completion all at once; physically and spiritually sublimated, one merges with the Tao in reality.

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The fairy tale of Beeping Sleuty

The Story of Rindercella

The Story of Rindercella

Intro: Peacorn! Popnuts! Chewing Can! and Gumdy!….Have you ever heard about spoonerisms? Well, now let me tell you the story about Rindercella…

Once apon a time, in a coreign fountry, there lived a very geautiful birl; her name was Rindercella. Now, Rindercella lived with her mugly other and her two sad bisters. And in that same coreign fountry, there lived a very prandsom hince.

One day, the prandsom hince decided to have a bancy fall. He invited people from riles amound, especially the pich reople. But Rindercella could not go because all she had to wear were some old rirty dags. So she just cats down and scried. She was a kitten there a scrien, when all of a sudden her gairy fodmother appeared. And she waived her wagic mand…and all of a sudden there appeared before her, a cig boach and hix white sorces to take her to the bancy fall. But now she said to Rindercella, “Rindercella, you must be home before nidmight, or I’ll purn you into a tumpkin!”

So Rindercella went to the bancy fall, where she met the very prandsom hince, who she had been watchin through a widden hindow. She and the prandsom hince nanced all dight till nidmight…and they lell in fove. Suddenly, the mid clock struck night; Rindercella staced down the rairs, and just as she beached the rottom, she slopped her dripper!

The next day, the prandsom hince went all over the coreign fountry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper. He came to Rindercella’s house. He tried it on Rendercella’s mugly other…and it fidn’t dit. He tried it on her two sigly usters…and it fidn’t dit. He tried it on Rindercella…and it fid dit, it was exactly the sight rize!

The next day, Rindercella and the prandsom hince were married and they lived everly hafter happward.

Now, the moral of the story is this: If you ever loll in fove with a prandsom hince, be sure and slop your dripper!

 

A constant process without accumulation

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First of all, what is meant by learning? I am not offering an opinion, I am looking at the fact. Is learning a process of accumulation of knowledge? From that knowledge I act; that is, I have stored up experiences, memories, and from that I act. Or, is learning a constant process without accumulation and therefore learning is acting? Go slowly, I’ll go into it. It is not that I first learn and then act according to what I have learnt, but learning is acting; the learning is not separate from acting.

One is going to learn about fear, or about what to do, how to live. But if you have a system that tells you how to live, or a method that says, “Live this way”, then you are conforming to the method which is established by somebody else. Therefore you are not learning, you are conforming and acting according to a pattern, which is not action at all, it is just imitation. So if you learn what are the implications of methods, or of systems, then you will put away methods and systems; then you are learning about what you are doing and the very learning about life is the activity of life – right? Have I made it clear? Living, learning and acting are not three separate things, they are indivisible.

A state of meditation

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Doesn’t awareness, doesn’t understanding take place when the mind is not drawing a conclusion, has no opinion, when the mind is attentively listening, and then it says “I have understood”? I am asking, what is the state of that mind which says “I have understood” and therefore acts immediately. Surely such a state of mind is complete silence in which there is no opinion, in which there is no judgment, no evaluation. It is actually listening out of silence. And IT is only then that we understand something in which thought is not involved at all. I won’t now go into what thought is and the whole process of thinking; that will need a lot of time and this is not the occasion.

When I talk about understanding, surely it takes place only when the mind listens completely – the mind being your heart, your nerves, your ears – when you give your whole attention to it. I do not know if you have ever noticed that when you give total attention(single pointed awareness) there is complete silence. And in that attention there is no frontier, there is no center, as the “me” who is aware or attentive. That attention, that silence, is a state of meditation. When you are listening to somebody, completely, attentively, then you are listening not only to the words, but also the feeling of what is being conveyed to the whole of it not part of it.

A metamorphosis that the butterflies imagine

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Every single night I pray;
my letters form a kiss.
IT blows through the wind, until it rests upon lips.

A metamorphosis that the butterflies imagine,
in an undecided fashion, when weather storms permit.
She settles scores with this and I just sit enchanted;
fireflies dance, until her wish is granted.
I listen frantic, to melodies of heartbreak.
IT feels so temporary, but she’s telling me IT’s always.
I’d die in hell, so my angel’s not alone.
And I’d swim in the mud, for a fatal drop of hope.

I dance to the chorus when the rain hits the solitude.
IT breaks into molecules; that’s her.
Another piece of me, that feels but can’t hurt.
I stand firm, in this apocalyptic breeze.
Until I finally fall apart and my confidence is breached;
And I’m gone..

Hear the sounds of a thousand broken spirits;
a man who wouldn’t lie and a crowd who won’t endear it.
Confessions of a clown that’s sounding so sincere,
when forced to always face the ground.

I wrote it down in quotes and lyrics.
I’ve got a ghost, but he never stays in touch.
Another hole to dig and another grave to love;
another fifth is gone, another day that sucks.
Another dream is dead as the summer fades to dusk.

All I heard was the moon

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No I in me.
Straightened out while the skeleton spun scripture in stone.
All I heard was the moon.
Can’t interpret or understand flow, unless you know
the misty, mystic condensation of clouds;
gravity must be joking, as the sky begins to change.

I spread intuit, breathing electrical words in a vertebrae circle;
concentrating data while I download IT into the system.
Mind erasing, I’m tasting thoughts and smelling what you hear;
like it, like it ravages.
They stole my metal exoskeleton while
I walked out of sunlight into your darker dimension.
Two inches from the granite, I had to grab and grit.
Manage till you stand in your metabolism,
without ‘isms.

Un-limits of my super-conscious melon,
mango squeezes cold silver into gold.
I’m chiseled on the side of the moon.
The star spoke,
and even galaxies empty and crash like car collisions.

Whistling heavy tunes because of piercing wounds,
I tilt and turn soul across the molded earth before IT is one big radioactive hole.
In the underground city,
rat swarms roll downhill like, hold it down and kill or be killed.
The drunken man laughs in the street with beautiful hysteria.

Sharing the same nowhere as everything and nothing

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No logic;
one word sentence.
Procreation.
I’m pro-creation

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pace the gain.
We can only pick a dream;
but beware, the american nightmare’s hoggin’ up the screen.
Merit is crushed, on the tempting truss of heritage and failed marriages.
I’ll hang my boots to rest when I’m impressed.
So, I double knotted em’ and forgot.
Better souls troll the test, as a silent witness.

This world is a prison.
Ok, lead me to activism.
I penned dragon with the last of them.
Zig zag and zig em’ again.
I watch green herb glow red while you turn yellow.
I peddle past ’em;
a foolish fellow..

This fucking flesh, prohibits and tests even the best.
A wanton spectacle of
testing truth; forging spirit’s reticule when honing in
on the cross-hair of what’s really there,
what’s really true.
Did somebody just say, “Fuck you!”?
I’m evaporated and braided into existence.
Sharing the same nowhere as everything and nothing.

Amidst a harmony of illusions

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As summers’ in the sky, I patch the ship into shape.
I sneak an escape through the red tape if I have to.
Fast walk the thin glass across the surface, and break free.

Meanwhile, back at mountain’s peak..
I grew up thinking faith was a reason to surrender,
but not a surrender of intelligence when escaping the burden of reason.
Quaking with a harp’s worth of mirth, amidst a harmony of illusions;
ashes cherry to grey when burning away delusions.
The wind flows fire and light.
Typical skill is evident when we hold on too tight.
Time has one rose to grow a’fore the close;
up to when the quotient is left smoking until there’s smithereens, on a surrender bender.

Incredulously stepping into vastness, surrendering to bliss.
The masses hail the artificial.
Treason can be committed against
our own goodwill and nature.
When a being forgets it’s true nature, it acts against life
and the nurturing of life.
I ease into Xanadu; the future is so bright,
it takes intuition to ‘see’ the light.

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UFO Orb changing colors

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UFO Orb

UFO orb at x64 magnification.

UFO orb at x64 magnification.(Click image for video)

Original spirit

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The enlightened make their energy and spirit complete. Through repeated harmonization, they naturally become real.

The real within the real, the mysterious within the mysterious, the insubstantial producing substantiality- this is called the embryonic immortal.

If you want to reach the Tao, whence does it proceed? Be calm, open, and there is hope of embryonic immortality. When open, there is no obstruction; when calm, there is no desire.

When openness is complete, and calmness profound, observe the process of nature and know its cycles. Let action proceed by calm. Be filled by maintaining openness. These two principles are complimentary, spirit and Tao are together.

The Tao is the host of the spirit, the spirit is the host of energy, energy is the host of the body, the body is the host of impulse. When there is no impulsiveness, the body rests; when the body rests, energy rests; when energy rests, spirit rests; when spirit rests, IT does not abide on anything- this is abiding without abode.

When the jewel of life is crystallized and the pearl of essence is bright, the original spirit is aware, and the embryonic immortal is complete; then the path of open spontaneity is finished. How great is the spirit, the basis of transformation and evolution.

Acquiescence in beginninglessness

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If you do not cling to appearances, appearances will not cling to you. If you are not obsessed with anything, nothing will hold you. If you do not mind anything, nothing will mind you. If you do not focus on any sensations, no sensations will focus on you.

When sense data does not enter, the senses are pure; form, sensation, conception, conditioning, and consciousness are all empty. Then, both ordinary and extraordinary perceptive capacities become complete and possible. When you reach this point, the senses perform each other’s functions and the whole body becomes an eye. Mundanities end, and the whole being is purely celestial. Essence and life are both complete, and one merges with the Tao in reality.

This is called acquiescence in beginninglessness

A shiver in cold water

A shiver in cold water; nerves tingle.
Fish swim by and slimy scales tickle.
A small rock pierces and pinches until
water’s edge impacts a reaction.
Grass and dirt fly into the air and
water splashes everywhere.
Soon I leap to shore, to find wet clothes are
torn and worn to shreds from branches near the waters edge.
Flat rock, baked hot in sun, warms to scalding touch.
wet socks on sun baked rocks, steam into the air.
Still water’s light, gleams beneath the steam.
A smell of trees and fresh rain reminds that
I have to keep moving.

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UFO orbs

Orbs to the left of the moon. The brighter one was visible with the naked eye and dissapeared moments after I took this photo.

Orbs to the left of the moon. The brighter one was visible with the naked eye and dissapeared moments after I took this photo.

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Amethyst 2

Amethyst 2

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Amethyst

Amethyst

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Sunrise

Sunset

Sunrise behind a mountain, near where I live.

No such thing as coincidence

IT is very hard to explain logically, but there is no such thing as coincidence.
Wisdom, is understanding what’s important, and coincidence is the lack of
understanding pattern or harmony. Synchronized, is the only way of things.
The myriad of things that exists as physical reality in IT’s complexity,
is nothing but illusory conceptualized perception.
How reality becomes is by intention, and will is the guiding force of intention.

There is no greater force than spirit, and spirit is energy refined.
The body must consume,
transform, and redirect energy in order to be
of service to The Way of spirit.

There is so much to see and even more seemingly, to do.
But when it comes down to it, all that happens simply is.
Madness is genius, and imperfection is beauty. All is in contradiction.
IT could be no other way.

Reality is: the perception of the understanding of something

The spirit is stronger than the body.

Good health; Strong body; Clear mind.

IT’s not about striving for balance, IT’s about finding the seeds of order even in the midst of profound chaos.
Awareness leads to Intellectual deconstruction of emotional patterns.
To see through an emotional complex, is to rob it of its power.
The first step is to identify the complex in which you have been caught.
Logical deconstruction followed by meditation, clears the mind.

Imagine the conditioned self that is you, which is familiar to logic and reason.
Imagine that you are skimming atop endless waves of emotion.
Riding them as if you are in control of the wind and the water.
You believe you’re in control, but you know the control is an illusion.
You believe you understand the depths beneath you. but that too is an illusion.

“I tested the water’s kiss. It did ripple the pond a bit.
If you can handle the prospect of death that is…. and it’s a massive as heck shock.
Love will have you nervous, doin’ stupid shit on purpose. When you have it, there’s nothing like it.
It ain’t the rainbow with a treasure chest and a map. But still you hunt for it.”

There are only two possible outcomes from an emotional complex dealing with love.
Either it will end in disaster, or the emotional complex will be worked out and a balance that brings
stability and trust between individuals is attained. Gonna keep walking forward.
Never turning back. Each day is past as future is presently becoming. Time is a paradox.
A(past) and B(present) go to C(future) and C then goes back to A. Awareness of C effects A and B.
If there is awareness or intuition of something, all of time is effected. IF necessary,
and something is noticed quick enough, time can be used to the advantage of the awareness.

Time is in relation to perception and the perception of others is affected by each other in many ways.
People link in to each other’s perception, without even noticing it most of the time, in a really minute way.
There is a link that is made, that enables communication on a level that is similar enough in understanding, so that the awareness can grasp it consciously.

IF time were defined as A(past), B(present), and C(future);
IF someone or something from C(future) was somehow able to go back to A(past), this would create a number of
paradoxes. IF this were to happen, Anything effected by the undetermined variables of C(future)
existing in A(past) would then effect the C(future) of that A(past) which would be an entirely different
“time stream”, just because something happened to effect A when C interacted with A.
This would mean that such a thing has already happened, and theoretically there would be no noticing of it
happening by anyone.

In other words, if someone or something
traveled to the future or the past,
it would invariably
effect time and an entirely different
sequence of events occurring, or time stream, would be created
just because time was cheated, in this sense.
Like all of a sudden everything was different and everyone
just went along with it as if it happened like that normally.
In that sense there would be no disturbance in time, no lapse.

IF the future were to effect the past(or vice versa),
there would be no indication of it happening except if a person travelling from the future to the past was
able to be outside the perceived stream of time-space in order to observe without being caught in the paradox.
Time must be perceived in a certain way otherwise there are all sorts of paradoxes.
The only thing that is born and that dies, is the perception of time.
Perception of time is reality defined, consciously.
IF perception is the key to time, then all that needs be shifted is the level of awareness.

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