“Man gazes,” says Turgot, “upon the profound ocean
of being, but what at first he discerns is not the bed
hidden beneath its waters, but only the reflection of his
own face”
Reflections
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Wings on the wind
There is always flowing
a way to ourselves
the nature of being
like wings on the wind
Reminder of entries
into the world
where silence forgives
the questions beyond
A day in our dwelling
left lost in the light
No time to cry
Time is all I have to keep
And all now you’ve given up
Faded leaves are washed away
In snow melt seen turning to clay
Rivers run cold as the hills unfold
Letting down in their winter dreams
Maples will fill up-rushing again
For the sweetness of life to become
Was it hard to go with no hand to hold
at the crossroads when waking to dreams
I’ll wonder at this and a thousand things
In the days that are mine still ahead
For today you see I’ve no time to cry
No way to find all the tears
I’ll keep them for you to come when they’re due
In a place and a time left to find
The Point of Light
In the beginning
Source said
Let there be light
In the beginning
The word was
With source
And the word
Was source
The point being
The word
Was light
And darkness
Fell on the land
The paradox of consciousness – part II
The paradox of consciousness continues to be an enigma in view of world events and the presence of the human condition today and throughout what we call recorded history. History as a descriptor is a vague understanding of that has gone on in the past relative to the conditions of present status quo – but bear in mind, that the very act of cataloguing human events is a matter of consciousness relative to the passage of time, and the interaction of human beings with their total environment, not just each other but the natural world – seen and unseen.
Carl Jung made us aware of the term archetypes for good reasons, for we live in a world of thought as much as we would want to believe that we only live in a world of matter. Your current act of reading these words is thought, and in that thought is the creative work of organizing my thinking, my words into your present consciousness, and allowing them to manifest as you will – (free will). Don’t mistake the map for the territory, when it comes to thinking, and also the reverse – the territory for the map! Thinking is reality as much as reality is thought – which is a paradox of consciousness.
Do we dream our life into existence? I would venture many will agree with this in some way or another, but in most cases it would be limited to concepts like – I wanted to vacation in Maui, so I imagined myself there – did the research, booked the flights, and the hotels, got myself to the airport, was transported to paradise, and the dream was made real. All well and good, but let’s not limit the creative power of the mind, based on a misconception of consciousness; That all encompassing, Spirit, soul, body, creation of the reality that surrounds us.
Stepping back – Science would have us believe that our bodies come into being by the very natural process of procreation, gestation, and birth. No argument there, but wasn’t thought involved? Idealistically – Two individual consciousnesses decided to create a family, created a union, and brought their dream into their presence. Or, at the very least two horny people fucked at the perfect time of the moon, and human egg was fertilized, to be born in a time, in rhythm with nature. Both were thought forms, granted one might be considered more noble that the other, but none the less, it was a thought that brought forth these creations.
We cannot measure Spirit because Spirit cannot be measured. As stated in the Tao Te Ching – The Tao that can be spoken of is not The Tao. Most people – even scientists believe in a higher power, and this is were the paradox begins, as belief is not knowledge – so we profess faith to be the knowledge of things not seen, and by founding our religions on it, we propagate the paradox. The modern human (and by modern I mean the current human consciousness of any age) wants to know the truth, yet too often accepts the lie in believe as the same thing, and could quite readily die in a war fighting for it. The very first human right – perhaps the most important human right, is the ability to ask questions and be allowed to find answers that are not a matter of consensus, but are a matter of truth to an individual’s mind.
Oppression is a violation of this very natural condition of consciousness, to question reality, to be curious about the world around us, to look at the clockwork of the universe and ask why, then being allowed to freely seek the truth in your own way, in your own time, without conflict or criticism other than constructive argumentation. Perhaps this is what the philosophers were after, and what has become obscured by university exams, and the dogmas of higher learning. The paradox of consciousness is not that we are less learned than ever before, it is that we question less and less what we learn as truth and in doing so accept more and more of what the senses tell us, rather than what the soul of things speaks so clearly through Spirit. As Gibran said so succinctly “We are eternity gazing at itself in the mirror.”
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Reverence for Light
One word unfolded
presence to light
Love into life
darkness stilled
Beguiled beneath
reason revolving
Leaving the shadow
to lengthen again
Where warm rain will rise
within springtime meadows
Life there returning
in lengthening days
Lavender flowering
fields fill the senses
Waves on the wind
joining earth to the sky
Breathing the life
birthed into days
Seasons now
sentenced to words
Thought as the palette
of colors alive
in the mind
under starlight forever
Where would we roam
Why would we come
Again and again
into time
Through pleasure or pain
love knowing itself
As reflections alight
in the eye
To capture the living
in silver and essence
and beats of the
trembling heart
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Let There Be Light
Let There Be Light
This is a call, a statement of reality, of truth that is inviolate, knowable, and a lifetime of searching that has only opened the door and allowed a seeker inside. Beyond the door is a new dimension, and as surely as there was this portal that opened, there is an infinity of passages from place to place, and realm to realm.
I cannot, and do not, wish to impose my thinking, or my world view upon anyone. My only purpose is to shine light into darkness, and re-assure those who have traveled a little less far, that there is Light upon the path, and one only needs to follow the prompting of the soul in order to find it shining greater and greater into our days.
Sadness is a disease we have created to describe the way we have forsaken all the greatness of experience by living the way we do. We have been taught since our earliest memories can conjure, to follow rules, to speak when spoken to, work hard, and accept what we get. While all of these are ethics that can build character, they should not be shackles that bind us to a life of repetitiveness and drudgery, interspersed by binge vacations that are no less taxing than our work, schooling, or other daily requirements of being in the world.
Let There Be Light in whatever vibrational expression it was uttered at the beginning of time as we perceive it, is an expression of a covenant between the prime creator and creation, allowing a connection to exist through eons and ages, from that place, to this present moment. It is forever reminding us of our connection to all there is, within and without, revealing we are truly stardust. We are the universe gazing at itself in the mirror!
Time is the relative motion in consciousness, compared to the relative motion of the background of experience. We think we see in time, we have a measure of time on the clock, hands in motion, as our hands are in motion. Relativity defines time as the fourth dimension, but who can do the math, and even greater, who has the ability to check the math? Quantum physics is delving into ideas of a hyperverse and multiverse, trying with their great machinations of both theoretic mathematics and engineering to define the root cause in a language that simply cannot be known in this consciousness, and therefore will forever remain theory, always and only, conjuring some semblance of the greater truth.
Dr. Raymond Moody, who has done extensive research on Near Death Experience, after hundreds of interviews with people who had NDEs, saw a remarkable similarity between the descriptions of each and every one. It was not the place they went to, or the light they saw, the people they met, or the reasons they returned, it was the common realization that time was no longer a fact, no longer had any meaning, in the world they entered into. Any attempt to describe it, face to face with him, back in the breathing, heart beating, presence of our existence on Earth, caused them to feel that no matter how hard they tried they could barely convey the magnitude of the moment. Words did not suffice to give it meaning. It was a point and it was infinity all at once.
Let There Be Light is as profound a sentence as one can utter. Except for the rare occasion when it is read or quoted from scripture, does it ever cross our lips, or our mind? Standing before the sunrise, does wonder at the sight of it embrace our thoughts, or does the waking into the realm of all our memories of yesterdays, and plans for tomorrow, silence this everlasting reminder of the moment of creation for another day. Why do we allow it to slip away, swallowed up in our time, appointments that must be met, places we have to be, while we continue to think we are alive in the world?
To be continued …
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No fault in our stars
As we approach 2015 we all take time to reflect on the previous year, and to look forward to the new one. The reality is our focus should be on today, this eternal moment of now.
Hark! The Herald Angels sing, glory to the new born King.
Did the Sun just start rising again in the sky, or was there some magical moment, faded into history, some two millennia ago, recapitulating into our post modern ritual reenactment of the Solstice story and the precession of the equinox. I wonder sometimes why our planet, our mother earth, spins on a polar axis that is inclined by 23.4 degrees, and why does the moon’s face always look the same? Of course there are physical explanations to these things, the physics of the precession of the equinox is not hard to understand if one is inclined, but it is not really necessary to know how or why it does in the light of living in the present moment. Unless of course you believe in Science as our Savior.
As a child I was an aspirant to the sciences, a believer – if you will – that all things great in our lives came to us through science and the scientific method. That we, as rational beings, using rational thinking, could solve any mystery, reach any height, and indeed, in my lifetime we did. Men walked on the moon – unless of course you believe it was Hollywood. Science cured Polio and Smallpox, smashed atoms and cities with atom bombs.
When I consider our reverence for science in the modern world it takes on the persona of a new religion. Yet do we keep the old rituals, our houses of worship, our daily prayers and weekly worship to assuage our guilt, and pretend we have not broken the commandment to put no other God before thee?
The pragmatist is thinking right now that science is not religion, there is no god in it, we do not worship it. It is a tool perhaps, a way of service to lighten the burden of humanity. Feed the masses, cure disease, light the world. Science is not our god, it is our servant. Yet, my concern is we take care in that way of thinking, in accepting that belief, in allowing ourselves to be coddled by this parent that gives us too much comfort, so our lives can be better, more fulfilling, and have more meaning. Consider the sacrifices we have laid before the altar of science for all its seeming blessings.
I had heard the word Transhumanism in passing. Lately more and more, enough to feel it knocking at my door, like Poe’s Raven, with a promise of nevermore. Its mystery leading me to wonder, and to learn more about it. I have found it to be the application of science to the human expression of itself. Using the conscious mind to create a new version of the human being. It is a concept where we can make conscious choices of our options at birth, in life, and for life extension. There is no doubt that organ regeneration, instead of transplants, and the cure for many diseases has it’s virtues, but as with all things human, our desires – especially for profit – always run far ahead of our reason, and our laws. Imagine an eternal youth, full of endless sexual indulgences, and drunkenness. Or a Universal Soldier, with replaceable parts and a switch on it’s conscience, to fight the forever wars on drugs and terror. Let your imagination run wild, with all you desire about your body and that is what Transhumanism promises. Conscious creation has many promises and many pitfalls. Consider the ego and its desires; It is hard to imagine science getting this new human projection right, and even harder to imagine that it will be shared equality among all people.
I wonder, instead of trying to consciously design a replacement for our experience of humanism, that we reach back into ourselves and discover the truth of our design and purpose, synchronize with it, and allow the universal expression of consciousness to take its course without our conscious meddling in it. Science delivers many wonders to us in the physical world, but time has come for us to know we are Spirit, we are love, divine sparks incarnate, and have everything we need to complete our Spiritual journey into life and beyond it. Centuries ago, before the printing press, people could memorize entire works of scripture. In the East Doctors are paid to keep people well, not only to heal them, and acupuncture recognizes the subtle energies that course through our biology.
Humans do not need to be re-invented, re-created, melded into a cyborg appliance to become who or what we think we should be. Instead of trying to invent something we imagine we need to be, we should take all of this thinking, building, creating, and look at what we are, in this moment, where we came from, and where we are going. There is so much to this universe, this creation, that we are conscious within. We need to look beyond the senses, beyond the ego. The question transhumanism is trying to answer exists outside ourselves. The answer to our purpose, to our meaning, to our reason for being, will be found inside, through the connection we all have to each other, and to eternal consciousness, to Spirit itself …
May every day, every moment of your New Year be blessed with the knowledge of our perfection in Spirit, our oneness in Life, and the eternal truth of Love …
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textures of love
feeling the heart
laughter at dawn
touch under cover
next to the life
where lovers belong
breath on the skin
breathe in the life
souls seek to unravel
their dreams
in the night
wholeness imagined
into the being
longing fulfilled
ecstasy quaking
essence is seething
springs ever flowing
cleansing the earth
waters of life
the dream everlasting
becoming through birth.
New Day
As wind across the sands of time
Thought is blending endlessly
Past and present fold into
The future we have come to see
Along this distant shore of earth
A corner of the sky revealed
Was chosen long before we new
The measures of our fate were sealed
In long forgotten destiny
Attachments made in days before
Our monuments were risen from
The ashes of forevermore
This question of eternal grace
Abandonment allowing will
To conquer all the worlds outside
By passions rising to fulfill
The breathing out of love divine
Sparks the fires reasoning
Should know itself as landscapes in
The colors each new day will bring
grandfathersky 
