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I whistle wise words, listening to the whispering of leaves rustling in the wind

Spaceman Sam Surfing the cosmic sands..

I whistle wise words,
listening to the whispering of leaves rustling in the wind;
just a continuous motion, never stopping for anyone.

I forget the past and forge the spirit.
Wishing I was dancing, I’m laughing like I didn’t learn the lesson and pass,
because I don’t care about mundanities which do not last.

Taking my time to write every word, so I know that the final result can be heard. So now, I’m facing forward and learning how to place important words.

A man alone, that keeps writing all these poems.
Day light flickers in slits,
as moonlight creeps between the uneven slits of shady blinds;
bleeding tears out the eyes in cries.
Half alive in the flesh suit, labeled organic, like what’s advertised on some juicy, fresh fruit.
If you haven’t been through IT, then you don’t know what’s to IT..

I sleep ’till dreams dry and crumble.
I sleep ’till I get tired and retire in my dreams.
I heard a faint voice calling out for help,
only to wake and realize it was myself,
wheezing in my sleep..

The simple things we enjoy are based on concepts we fear.
People are usually not deep-rooted, instead, they’re polluted and abusive.
This beautiful girl I see doesn’t purr,
cause she sees something in the world
that can’t be saved.

I’m drawing the line, before crossing it.
Unconfirmed flirting with fate, just before becoming engrossed by IT.
She sends me down to sit. Do I even exist?
Lets kiss with stripped innocence.

What do you think supplies the air you’re breathing?
Maybe I’m fully awake and the rest of the world is dreaming..
As if it’s all free…
I express cognitive dissonance, liberally.

The dead tree is still standing; here comes the hunting axe of lumberjacks.
I do nothing, stopping, relaxed.
My sanity abandoned, I.. Shit, my lips aren’t even moving!
My spaceships’ inspected, ready for blast off.
My egos’ shed, cast off.
No more licking the honey pot sloppily for 25 bucks of monopoly money.

This is my permission slip sized mission statement.
Negative space is where the body meets the mentor;
the borderline of what you perceive as real,
and what you really perceive as the appeal of mere mortals.
I travel portals on a pilgrimage of passage.
Emergency lights flash as my body crashes.
I pick up all the pieces of a broken reality and cut my fingers on technicalities.

I’m optimistic as one man can be,
but I’m married to myself and looking for a family.
Behind these clouds, is the sun I need to grow. I’m
kissing for romance instead of luring with mistletoe.
Parallel realities are getting the best of me, so I’m
juggling the motives and fucking with divine destiny.

I close the window on my ego and watch as time dissappears.
This pressure is enough to make my ears pop,
as the last sand of the hourglass mixes with my teardrops.

Without will, you will be scared.
Break something, this isn’t fair!
Death is impossible, we are invincible.
You should never distance yourself from the things that keep you alive;
the ride is going to be painful and intense.
But it’s worth IT in the end..

My Résumé

Work buy consume

I am an old fashioned maniac, gift giving hypnotist,
exo-skeletal systems’ analyst.
A non-wig wearing, warm weather terrorist.

A low flying river pilot, long distance lumber jack that’s saving the trees. First ever, all at once, ambidextrous,
secret weapon, always wanted,
mint condition,
magician,
anarchist through capitalism, under cover of a thunder cloud,
as a pirate.

An analogue enthusiast,
sunshine boy, certified, tested,
on again, off again astrologist and practical craftsman,
sweet talking maritime mystery man,
presidential sweetie pie, acid washed crotch rocket.

Specialist, two time alphabetical acrobat,
daydream believing, solitaire card shark,
unnatural activist, fan club president, confident/slight hesitant.

Non-mustache master, class tinker totterer,
assassin, television evangelist typecaster,
low down good looking, silver tongued, shit shoveling genius,
A curvier road than ever encountered before.

A deep seated bleeding heart,
broken by culture shock;
with word sculpture, a flag waver, rail grinder/chicken lollipop,
yellow crate finder.

Humongous tree finder,
chocolate chip cookie monster.
A cape wearing vagabond, straight edge, range roving, artist,
Psychedelic, bloodshot,
beat finder,
pack animal, shadowcasted by the fire of a flamethrower
burning a bloodsucking critic’s demeanor.

Becoming a realized being.

lao-tzu-bronze

When we are completely present, it’s not possible to be thinking. If you are completely present, it’s not possible to be thinking about memories or fantasizing about things to come. I feel that love is a natural response when in this state because you begin to notice the synchronicity of everything/all beings.

Fear is the root of all negativity and behind any negative reaction. Fear causes doubt. With doubt, there is confusion. With confusion, there is more of an entropic effect in the sense of a measure of the disorder or chaotic randomness.

Fear can be incited by another, or ones own personal fear can affect others, sometimes unintentionally even. The only way to find clarity of mind is by eliminating all fear at its source and in the absence of fear, there is a trust that becomes implicit over time.

The more confirmations one receives that are understood, which prove trusting in the spirit of The Way is possible, the more trust just becomes implicit and one begins to naturally feel love, compassion and trust in the spirit of The universal Way of nature and reality. This is called becoming a realized being.

Sharing the same nowhere as everything and nothing

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

I
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.

Original spirit

Drunken immortal

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.

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.

Astral Projection

One afternoon I laid down in meditation.
When I did, I went to a place that looked
just like the forest near where I live.
Only it was more beautiful, if such a thing could be imagined.
I knew I was not awake and figured it must be a dream or something.
It was sunny but it was becoming darker.
There were other people and they were humming this sound,
like they were vibrating the air around all of us.
I could feel it in the air and it gave me a shiver.
I felt like joining in on making this sound for some reason.

When I did, it felt so natural to make this sound, and then moments later,
without me even doing anything, I rose off my feet into the air.
I remember I crossed my legs to get my balance.
As I was sitting in the air I was sinking slowly, a little bit.
I felt to place my hands with the palms facing down and just imagine
that I was repelling myself away from the ground. This worked!
Next thing I know we are all floating and
getting higher and higher in the air.
Maybe ten of us.
Everybody starts flying off into the
mountain tops nearby, in the same direction,
way up into the sky, and it was like I just wanted to go with them.
It felt like we were going somewhere important.

I remember flying around the tops of mountains and
seeing the sun just as it was setting in the distance.
I was so happy at this point that I shouted out in joy and
I had the biggest smile. I was so happy that for these moments,
I had forgotten completely
about being alive or even having my waking body.
This body where I was flying, felt to be the real one when
all of a sudden it came back to me, that I do have a physical body. This woke me up, because

I was so surprised at the feeling that I am not the body.
I was determined to go back there. Somehow I managed to go back,
after quieting my mind again.
Only this time, I was in some sort of bunker and there was no ladder
to climb out, just a hole at the top maybe 20 feet above me.
It was sheer walls and I couldn’t climb.
I remembered How I was levitating before.
This time, I didn’t hum or anything because for some reason I had forgotten all about that.
Instead, I just imagined myself sitting on the air and that my hands
facing palm down could push me upward away from the ground.
This was difficult but I slowly, inch by inch rose out of the hole
and I saw the exact same forest I had seen before.
When I made it out of the hole,
the sun was almost completely set and it was getting dark.

I remember I had some trouble levitating,
it was like I was bouncing in the air cause
I was having trouble keeping myself afloat.
I noticed it was a matter of concentration.
The more I payed attention to levitation,
the better I could stay in the air.

The whole time I was levitating, I had my feet
together and I was in a sitting position.
The soles of my feet were
touching like in a butterfly position.
It just felt natural to do it this way.
I managed to get up into the air
and fly like this by leaning in a direction.
I was going through the forest, but this time instead of ascending
to the lofty heights and mountaintops as I did before,
I was descending and I couldn’t do anything about it.
I saw wrecked ships that looked really old.
They were all worn, faded, and
overgrown with plants.

Then as I got lower,
there was a sign that I couldn’t read out in some water.
I went down to the water, still levitating.
As I approached it, I saw dolphins in the water!
They were amazing and they were swimming up to me,
as if to check me out. They were swimming fast and I realized
I was moving quite quickly too at this point.
I couldn’t stop from descending either.
Just about an inch above the water I reached in to it and touched a dolphin.
I felt the smoothness of its skin, the water pulling against my hand
as I broke the surface, and I saw the dolphin up close as it swam past me in the opposite direction I was flying.
It was all so breathtaking, that I forgot I was still descending.
I crashed into the water, moving at a high speed.
When I was in the water,
I noticed that it had a very strong current to it.
I could not fight it or even swim.
It was moving opposite of the direction I had been flying.
I was moving in the same direction that the dolphins were swimming.

The thought occurred to me to try and levitate out,
but I felt like I could not do this when I tried.
It took all my strength to stay above the surface.
I was being pulled into a narrow water way that looked very much like a
river or something. I managed to stick my leg out
and grab a hold of the ground on one side just before it narrowed.
I saw white coral and plants growing at the bank,
in the water, and up to the bank.
As I climbed onto the ground,
I was thinking about everything that was happening,
and how this was so real.

I forgot completely again, how I was not awake for a moment.
I thought that I should get my camera and record some things.
Next thing I know, I am in my room and I get my camera,
having forgot that I was not awake. My dog has a pillow
that he sleeps on, right next to my bed.
When I got my camera from my room,
I saw my dog running around and he was sort of getting in the way.
He was making it hard for me to walk around. He was super excited.

Then, I saw another of him that looked perfectly identical,
but laying on his pillow and fast asleep.
I looked at both of them a few times to be sure
there were two. I saw an exact copy of my dog. One sleeping on his pillow, and one running around trying to get my attention and excited.

I looked over to my left as if in an impulse and I saw myself laying
in meditation on my bed. I somehow put it together before I even consciously thought it through.
I looked close and I saw my self breathing.
I saw my body rise up and down as I breathed, lying on the bed.
I leaned in close and could hear myself breathing even.
I Knew right then, that it would be no use trying to record anything
with the camera.
The sight of my self, shocked me so much that I woke up right then.
When I woke up this time, a second later I heard my dog wake up next to me, and sneeze.

I was undecided on whether or not to try and go back again.
I decided to try one more time.
I made it back after some time,
to the same forest.
But this time, I was outside again like the fist time,
and not in that bunker.
I managed to get up in the air once again, in the same sitting position.
This time however, after I made it a certain distance
into the forest, it was like I was not able to focus my eyes anymore.
I woke up right when I lost the ability to focus and everything became blurry.
I woke up against my own will and I knew I had to write this down.

Ultimate reality

Ultimate reality is not like anything we can imagine; yet that does not mean there is no ultimate reality. If we only follow thoughts coming and going, that is getting involved in yes and no, frittering away time and energy, going back and forth. In order to witness absolute reality, it is necessary to detach from our conceptual description of reality: that non-attached relationship is neither clinging nor denying, not getting involved in yes and no.

Reviling others is reviling yourself.
Anger at others is anger at yourself.
A dog’s buddha nature presents the true directive in full:
As soon as you get into yes and no,
you lose your body and forfeit your life.

Aside

Meditation Out of body experience

A few days ago after breakfast, I laid down to meditate. Almost right away I found myself in the forest behind my house. Only, there was no snow like there should have been and everything was very green. It was warm outside and very nice, so I walked around for awhile until I was approached by some woman. She had a sort of golden brown skin and when I looked closer, it looked like there were actually little specks of gold embedded in her skin. She seemed to be glowing too but not very bright, like her skin was radiant.

She came up to me and began communicating with me in some non-verbal manner. Like she was thinking and I could just get a direct transmission from her. Sometimes I would get actual words. I asked her who she was and she said she was a goddess. I asked her where she came from, and she asked me if I had ever seen her temple before. I was confused by this, because she asked it like she was surprised I had not seen it before, and how I didn’t recognize her.

She took my hand right then as she understood that I didn’t know what she was talking about. She explained how her temple was “white but not bright white”, I remember those words exactly. At that very moment, a flash of an image popped in my mind’s eye. I saw a very large and beautiful temple that was crystal clear, like it was made entirely from quartz crystal.

It was then that she took me to a large river. We were just there instantly, and not in the forest behind my house anymore. She turned to the water, and out of her chest where her heart would be, a bunch of little things started flying out of her. I thought they looked like bees at first, but when I looked closer I couldn’t tell what they were. They looked more like energy and not like they had a distinguishable form. These small things flew into the water and a whirlpool began to happen. Out of the center of the whirlpool, a sphere of spinning water ascended into the air.

Then the ghostly images of what looked like people sort of, appeared in the air, as if they were being projected out of this sphere. The images included men and women and they looked to all be celebrating or having a really good time otherwise. They were not quite people I noticed. Some had different color skin and were shape-shifting into other things. One man looked down on us as if just noticing that he was being watched. He had human features and same color skin as a Caucasian. He began to argue with the goddess I was with. He was clearly in some sort of leader position. He was saying that we were not allowed to come where he was. We were not allowed because she was trying to bring me there with her. So, pretty much, I was not allowed and that was why he was denying us. He kept saying that you cant bring one of my kind there, it’s strictly forbidden.

Without too much more of an argument, she conceded and she grabbed my hand again. Next thing I know, I am somewhere else once more. This time I am standing near a house with what looked like clay walls. We were outside of it, in the middle of a forest I have never seen before.
I realized that she was trying to hand me something. It looked like a sort of plain doughnut without a hole punched in it. It even felt like a pastry but was more firm. she told me how I can repel negative spirits away from me and showed me once again in a direct transmission how to do this. It is hard to explain. One more time, she sent out those small things from her chest where her heart would be and they flew into the clay wall of this house. Then all sorts of disturbing and threatening forms that looked to be coming right for me, started coming out of the wall.

I realized she was giving me a chance to try what she had shown me and that these things could not hurt me if I did it. I held out the object she gave me and its like I just knew how to make this loud, humming sounding vibration come out of the very center of my being. I was not actually humming with my mouth. It was like I was sending out a massive vibration. I had to close my eyes when I did it, to focus enough and it sounded like it was so loud that it almost made my ears ring. When it would get the loudest, I could see behind my closed eyes a sort of blue sphere of light that would turn yellow like the sun. When it was yellow, was when the action was finished. Like I said, this is very hard to explain.

I began to do this with the object over and over, making this humming sounding vibration. I was fascinated with how it felt to do this. After awhile of doing it, some people came out of the house complaining saying I was being too loud and that I had to stop. They didn’t look menacing but they were really annoyed. I noticed the goddess was nowhere to be found right then. I tried to show one of the people what I was doing, but no matter how hard I tried I could not do it again now that she was gone. Instead the object she gave me crumbled in my hand.

I closed my eyes in a sigh. When I opened them I was shocked to find myself back in the forest behind my house again. I saw people getting up like they were passed out in the grass and just waking up. I went over to them and when I did, this creature that was very beautiful came up to us. She looked like she had human-like features and body, but she had a sort of purple complexion. I asked her what she was and who she was. Again, like with the goddess she spoke only to me in what was a non-verbal sort of communication, a direct transmission. She was a fairy. I know that might sound crazy. I have never had a dream before or meditated and seen goddesses or fairies. I was shocked in this meditation while she was explaining to me what she was. But I could feel in me that she was in fact a fairy, just as much as I felt that the goddess I had seen before was exactly that. She led a few of us to a tree and I was wondering what she was going to do.

She just grabbed some bark with two hands pulling to the right. For some reason I couldn’t imagine why she would be doing that, at that moment. Until the bark opened up just like a door would. My jaw dropped and I saw very steep stairs and two white ropes hanging on each side of the staircase. I knew right then that this was her home. I climbed the stairs by grabbing the rope on the right to help me up. I noticed how I was shrinking as I was going up the stairs. Reminded me of Alice in wonderland. I was very lucid during this whole experience. When we got up the stairs it was a small home with a kitchen, a table and two other rooms. Another, male fairy popped up out of thin air and started heckling the first, female fairy that led us there. He was messing around with her in a joking sort of manner. She told him not to go invisible and startle her like that.

She didn’t seem to appreciate his behavior and as they were bickering, she started to shape-shift many times, into all sorts of different forms. Some of these forms looked animated almost, or like a cartoon character would. Except it was clearly still her and she was just making herself look different. I noticed she was changing form almost as if it was part of her expression and how she was feeling while she was talking to him. She was very funny and kept making quips at him. She was more clever than he was and had a brilliant way of making him realize how he was acting. I wish I could describe some of the forms she was changing into. Some of them were so bizarre and yet pleasant to see.. Most would be nearly impossible to explain.

One, which I like allot, was like a cloud inside a transparent body. She went to this one a few times. The cloud had eyes and a face but it was inside of the transparent body. If you could give a cloud a face and have it look real, it was like that. She even showed me how she looked if she were human. She was gorgeous as a human, with light brown hair and bright green eyes. After that, she returned to a humanoid with purplish color skin again.

I remember she had books on her table. One was hand drawings that she said she had done. Most of them were faces, portraits maybe of actual beings? One of these drawings stood out to me. It was the goddess I had been with before. I told her about this and about the goddess. She just smiled as if she knew who I was talking about. She wouldn’t tell me anything about the goddess tho, like it was secret. I told her about the whirlpool and the sphere of water that projected those beings in a ghostly image. And how she was trying to take me to where they, were but I was not allowed. She said that they were water fairies. She said they can be stubborn and do not like outsiders.

Another book had all these symbols and I could hardly read any of it. I remember some symbols I could understand. One was protection, another was invisibility, and another was gateway. There were a couple others I could read, but cannot recall now for some reason. I have no idea how I knew what these symbols meant. I asked her what they were. She looked at me and was surprised saying that I should not be able to read them at all(know what they mean). She said that was her book for studying glyphs. She was not very good at glyphs and she was trying to learn more. I asked her about the invisibility one. I asked if she could make me invisible or if there was one that could let me stay there with her longer. I knew I could wake up any minute and I didn’t want to leave.

She explained that the invisibility one would only last an hour to an hour and a half, unless I meditated more. She said if I meditated more it would have a more lasting effect, up to 6 months even. She said that right now as I was in her tree, that I was invisible to the physical world and laughed at me. I knew she was being sarcastic, and exactly what she meant. I quickly discarded the idea of invisibility. She said that when I was ready to wake up, I had to wake up. That she couldn’t keep me there. She can take me places and show me things, but my time there was decided by something greater than her. She wouldn’t explain what she meant by that no matter how I asked.

I asked her about the other glyph I saw, that was “gateway”. She said that one is to come into and out of the physical realm. It is to make a gateway for that. She said that you need an anchor and that is why she is living in that tree. The tree is her anchor. She was asking one of us to help her with laundry and she was looking in her fridge and complaining to the male fairy how there was pork in there and all sorts of unhealthy stuff. He remarked that the brief times he is able to eat food, he wants to enjoy himself. She said that he is harming himself by eating like that. He didn’t seem to care. She was very upset that there was so much pork. I remember her saying, “pork, pork, pork, so much pork!!!” I didn’t understand until after I woke up later on, why she would need food or clothes. She needs them for if she is coming to the physical world. She had even explained to me that her tree was the anchor for her to come into the physical world.

She said that normally she would never discuss glyphs with someone like me, but since I was able to read some of them she felt it was alright to explain at least the ones I could read. The male fairy kept interrupting her and me even when we would speak. He didn’t like how she was telling me so much. It was hard to talk to her at that point because of him. Right then the phone rang and I was pulled awake.

Three treasures

When we exhale this breath, we do not know if we will breathe in again.
The wise do not lose time, the brave do not think twice! IF you get to know The Way today,
you should set to work this very day; when you know, that is when to start.
If you say you do not have the leisure today, and will wait for another day,
I’m afraid that when you want to do it you wont be able to anymore.

Human beings have three treasures, vitality, energy, and spirit. When the mind and
breathing rest on each other, then the spirit stabilizes. Energy is not to be drained casually,
forget words and keep centered and energy is not drained. Vitality is not to be lost through leakage;
recirculate vitality to replenish the brain, and vitality does not leak.

By moderating food and drink you can replenish your stomach. By being careful of your
speech you can replenish your lungs. By stopping worry, you can replenish your heart.
By getting rid of anger you can replenish your liver.
By stopping promiscuous lust, you can replenish your kidneys and generative organs.
When sensory data is not objectivized, the sense organs have no partners to rely on.
Don’t worry about not replenishing; beware of replenishing and then wasting again.
After a hundred days of replenishment you do not see excess,
but after one day of waste you sense insufficiency.

Who can stop us from celebrating?

There is an ancient Chinese story:

There was a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and his life. One day he passed a wealthy merchants house, and through the open gateway, saw many fine possession and important visitors.

“how powerful that merchant must be!” Thought the stone cutter. He became very envious, and wished that he could be like the merchant. Then he would no longer have to live the life of a mere stone cutter.

To his great surprise he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he ever dreamed of, envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. But soon a high official passed by carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants, and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. “How powerful that official is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be that high official.”

Then he became the high official, carried every where, in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around, who had to bow down before him as he passed. It was a hot summer day, and the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. “How powerful the sun is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be the sun.” Then he became the sun, shining fiercly down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers.

But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could not shine on everything below. “How powerful that storm cloud is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be a cloud!”

Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. “How powerful it is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be the wind!”

Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off of houses, uprooting trees, hated and feared by all below him. But after awhile he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it–a huge, towering stone. “How powerful that stone is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be a stone.”

Then he became the stone, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the solid rock, and felt himself being changed. “What could be more powerful than I, the stone?” he thought. He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.

The clouds above us join and separate, The breeze in the courtyard leaves and returns.
Life is like that, so why not relax?
Who can stop us from celebrating?

Forgiveness

“One day, the sage gave the disciple an empty sack and a basket of potatoes.

“Think of all the people who have done or said something against you in the recent past, especially those you cannot forgive. For each of them, inscribe the name on a potato and put it in the sack.”

The disciple came up quite a few names, and soon his sack was heavy with potatoes.
“Carry the sack with you wherever you go for a week,” said the sage. “We’ll talk after that.”

At first, the disciple thought nothing of it. Carrying the sack was not particularly difficult. But after a while, it became more of a burden. It sometimes got in the way, and it seemed to require more effort to carry as time went on, even though its weight remained the same.

After a few days, the sack began to smell. The carved potatoes gave off a ripe odor. Not only were they increasingly inconvenient to carry around, they were also becoming rather unpleasant.
Finally, the week was over. The sage summoned the disciple. “Any thoughts about all this?”

“Yes, Master,” the disciple replied. “When we are unable to forgive others, we carry negative feelings with us everywhere, much like these potatoes. That negativity becomes a burden to us and, after a while, it festers.”
“Yes, that is exactly what happens when one holds a grudge. So, how can we lighten the load?”
“We must strive to forgive.”

“Forgiving someone is the equivalent of removing the corresponding potato from the sack. How many of your transgressors are you able to forgive?”
“I’ve thought about it quite a bit, Master,” the disciple said. “It required much effort, but I have decided to forgive all of them.”

“Very well, we can remove all the potatoes. Were there any more people who transgressed against you this last week?”
The disciple thought for a while and admitted there were. Then he felt panic when he realized his empty sack was about to get filled up again.

“Master,” he asked, “if we continue like this, wouldn’t there always be potatoes in the sack week after week?”
“Yes, as long as people speak or act against you in some way, you will always have potatoes.”
“But Master, we can never control what others do. So what good is the Tao in this case?”

“We’re not at the realm of the Tao yet. Everything we have talked about so far is the conventional approach to forgiveness. It is the same thing that many philosophies and most religions preach – we must constantly strive to forgive, for it is an important virtue. This is not the Tao because there is no striving in the Tao.”
“Then what is the Tao, Master?”

“You can figure it out. If the potatoes are negative feelings, then what is the sack?”
“The sack is… that which allows me to hold on to the negativity. It is something within us that makes us dwell on feeling offended…. Ah, it is my inflated sense of self-importance.”

“And what will happen if you let go of it?”
“Then… the things that people do or say against me no longer seem like such a major issue.”

“In that case, you won’t have any names to inscribe on potatoes. That means no more weight to carry around, and no more bad smells. The Tao of forgiveness is the conscious decision to not just to remove some potatoes… but to relinquish the entire sack.”

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Light Codes magnified

Light Codes magnified

This is a picture of the sunlight. This picture has not been edited in Photoshop or any other way.

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Light Codes

Light Codes

This is a picture of the sunlight. This picture has not been edited in Photoshop or any other way. If you magnify the image, you can clearly see a strange pattern inside the light.

See the space that is not defined

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Knowledge is just a commercial. It advertises what we want. We chase what we know.

What’s left to chase when you forget knowledge?

Empty your cup. Become realized, and wisdom breaks through as understanding,
directly and spontaneously. Knowledge is imperfect,
as it is memory of information interpreted. How can knowledge perfectly
interpret information when memory is not perfect in its acuity, nor eidetic in terms of recollective capability?
Even if this were possible, knowledge itself lacks a certain creativity. There is no true expression of
intelligence gracefully, unless knowledge is completely let go. The uncarved block has the most potential
to become anything. This can be interpreted in more than one way.

We must deconstruct the entire process. Sex, consumption of food, physical activity,
emotional activity, speech, and mental activity.

See the space that is not defined.
A space of just being, before anything;
dispassionate and objectively realized. Aware on a sensitive level seemingly above consciousness.
Not moved from the center, all is noticed without surprise or alarm. No disturbance can reach the center
at this point. Not caught in any of the centers, able to move freely from sexual, physical, emotional,
mental, and to super-conscious Wu-wei. IT becomes naturally, taking form or becoming of use when needed in any way, in any of the energy centers.

Ascending Immortal

Things are not either non-being, or being.
I keep to non-being, yet hold onto being.
We are like a person who is under the illusion of being imprisoned
and frantically attempts to pry open the door to escape.
Or like a bird flying into walls, trying to escape a room that it’s trapped in.
If the bird could only find the open window that has always been there..

With regard to heaven,

purity, impurity, movement,
and stillness, are projections through which the sun and moon appear.
With regard to Earth, they are projections through which the seasons appear.
With regard to mankind, they are projections through which the wise and average
appear. The sage is yang and through the casting off of their mortal shell, they
become an ascending immortal.

The average person is yin and dies, only to become a spirit or ghost.
When the spirit is intact, with no confusion and no dullness, you will
return to the state of mind you had when you were young, including the
energy and temperament before sexuality ever captured the attention.

Kundalini Dragon

Having command of both our internal negative and positive forces and cultivating the Tao, gives us the complete circuit of power to activate the huge potential of psychic Kundalini energy and force coiled at the base of the spine, to unite the conditioned temporal and the unconditioned Primordial Spirit, through microcosmic orbit energy circulation, microcosmic orbit meditation and Kundalini central channel chakra meditation, followed by the vivid and electric power of witnessing all phenomena without interference or judgement.

When we have this foundational practice the opportunity for the Kundalini Dragon to rise presents itself and when it does the six harmonies happen in which the body harmonizes with Qi, the vital energy; the vital energy harmonizes with the heart-mind; the heart-mind harmonizes with the mind of intention; the mind of intention harmonizes with the unconditioned universal intelligence; the unconditioned intelligence harmonizes with the absolute oneness and omnipresence of the cosmic void state, which is the very ground of existence, unifying the cosmic void, mind, energy and action into one whole unit and creating the most powerful unified state possible. In this state emptiness and action unite, freeing the consciousness from its conditioned prison house and allowing it to enter and exit the conditioned temporal and the unconditioned Primordial state at will.

The mysterious gate cannot be opened as a result of will and effort, or through the mind’s occult intention-power, but when it has the required foundation and relaxes totally, a state becomes available where the thinking, dreaming, concentrating, contemplating, meditating, mind goes into abeyance and the consciousness merges into the absolute oneness and omnipresence of the cosmic void.

In this state the ‘I’ consciousness does not move at all because it is merged with entirely with the body, its animating energy, heart-mind, intention-mind, unconditioned awakened mind and the supreme all-pervading transcendental intelligence, that is present as the manifestation and the source, in every form as one whole unity.

Energy is the mind’s power to act. Energy has no movement separate from its director, which is the mind. What the director thinks and feels, energy produces in the physical structure and in its environment, so our situation physically, mentally and emotionally and in our environment is created by the conditioned structure of the mind.

When a powerful internal or external energy is encountered, it is the mind’s conditioning that sees it as positive, or negative and it manifests the intensity, the effect that is felt and the action that is taken as a reaction to its programming.

Because the conditioned mind mechanically reacts to the energies it feels through its imposed programming, it does not realize that it can be the sole transformer and director of both internal and external negative and positive energies whether they come from disease, voluntary or involuntary emotions, psychological praise, attack, or suffering in self or others, without reacting to an imposed programming that is either beneficial or detrimental to the entire physical organism according to the situation encountered and how it is programmed to react to it.

When we realize that we can absorb both negative and positive energy, transform it into vital force in our self and direct it in whatever way we choose, then when we do not want to do something, that energy can become the unit of propulsion to do it, just by realizing and applying the mind’s dormant intention-power.

When we realize that we have this intention-power to transform and redirect energy and we apply it, then the stronger the resistance, the more energy there is available. It is then that we can change the entire physical organism, our life and circumstances and we can turn the deeply conditioned ‘no don’t’ cells into ‘yes do’ cells, with our own intention-power.

Every single thought, emotion, desire and primal urge has a tremendous potential of energy that can be cultivated, transformed into vitality and used for all our daily activities.

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