Thursday, August 25, 2022
Sunday, August 21, 2022
Mystic Meandering ~ LIVE!
LIVE!
Let go...
Let it all go:
Hopes for the future.
Regret for the past.
Expectations for the present.
LIVE!
Embraced in the space of
your Aliveness,
at the still point of
your Being.
With no conceptual scaffolding of belief
to hold "you" together...
LIVE!
Disappear in the Excitement
of the Infinite Dancing Heart...
LIVE!
Without requiring yourself to be
different,
without wanting to change
who you ARE...
LIVE!
Authentically... Genuinely...
Emptied out of the way your
conditioned mind tells you
what your life must be...
LIVE!
Free yourself from your facades
and the attachments to
your patterns of perspective
that keep you safe, but confined...
LIVE!
Let go into the Cosmic Stream
that already carries you...
LIVE!
Trust the unfolding of the Fire in your Soul...
Mystic Meandering
Aug. 13, 2022
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Jiddu Krishnamurti ~ The flowering of meditation
The sun was setting in great clouds of colour behind the Roman hills;
they were brilliant, splashed across the sky and the whole earth was made splendid, even the telegraph poles and the endless rows of building.
It was soon becoming dark and the car was going fast.
The hills faded and the country became flat.
To look with thought and to look without thought are two different things.
To look at those trees by the roadside and the buildings across the dry fields with thought, keeps the brain tied to its own moorings of time, experience, memory;
the machinery of thought is working endlessly, without rest, without freshness; the brain is made dull, insensitive, without the power of recuperation.
It is everlastingly responding to challenge and its response is inadequate and not fresh.
To look with thought keeps the brain in the groove of habit and recognition; it becomes tired and sluggish; it lives within the narrow limitations of its own making.
It is never free.
This freedom takes place when thought is not looking; to look without thought does not mean a blank observation, absence in distraction.
When thought does not look, then there is only observation, without the mechanical process of recognition and comparison, justification and condemnation; this seeing does not fatigue the brain for all mechanical processes of time have stopped.
Through complete rest the brain is made fresh, to respond without reaction, to live without deterioration, to die without the torture of problems.
To look without thought is to see without the interference of time, knowledge and conflict.
This freedom to see is not a reaction; all reactions have causes; to look without reaction is not indifference, aloofness, a cold-blooded withdrawal.
To see without the mechanism of thought is total seeing, without particularization and division, which does not mean that there is not separation and dissimilarity.
The tree does not become a house or the house a tree. Seeing without thought does not put the brain to sleep; on the contrary, it is fully awake, attentive, without friction and pain.
Attention without the borders of time is the flowering of meditation.
Thursday, August 11, 2022
Billy Doyle ~ Silence, consciousness, is the background
Thought arises and subsides back into silence
the breath rises and falls back into silence
all that is perceived, every object
comes into consciousness and dissolves in consciousness
silence, consciousness, is the background
of all that arises and dies
but what arises and dissolves in consciousness
is not other than consciousness
in reality there is nothing other than consciousness
http://www.billydoyle.com/billy.html
via stillnessspeaks
Wednesday, August 3, 2022
Tuesday, August 2, 2022
Albert Einstein ~ A kind of prison for us
“I didn't arrive at my understanding of the fundamental laws of the universe through my rational mind.”
“Concerning matter, we have been all wrong. What we have called matter is energy, whose vibration has been so lowered as to be perceptible to the senses. Matter is spirit reduced to point of visibility. There is no matter.”
"Time and space are not conditions in which we live, but modes by which we think.
Physical concepts are free creations of the human mind, and are not, however it may seem, determined by the external world."
“Time does not exist – we invented it. Time is what the clock says. The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”
“I think 99 times and find nothing. I stop thinking, swim in silence, and the truth comes to me."
"The intellect has little to do on the road to discovery. There comes a leap in consciousness, call it intuition or what you will, the solution comes to you and you don’t know how or why.”
"A human being experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
"Our separation from each other is an optical illusion."
“When something vibrates, the electrons of the entire universe resonate with it. Everything is connected. The greatest tragedy of human existence is the illusion of separateness.”
“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”
“We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments and our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music.”
“When you examine the lives of the most influential people who have ever walked among us, you discover one thread that winds through them all. They have been aligned first with their spiritual nature and only then with their physical selves.”
“The true value of a human being can be found in the degree to which he has attained liberation from the self.”
“The ancients knew something, which we seem to have forgotten.”
“The more I learn of physics, the more I am drawn to metaphysics.”
“One thing I have learned in a long life: that all our science, measured against reality, is primitive and childlike. We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us. It is entirely possible that behind the perception of our senses, worlds are hidden of which we are unaware.”
“I’m not an atheist. The problem involved is too vast for our limited minds. We are in the position of a little child entering a huge library filled with books in many languages. The child knows someone must have written those books.”
"The common idea that I am an atheist is based on a big mistake. Anyone who interprets my scientific theories this way, did not understand them."
"Everything is determined, every beginning and ending, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper."
“The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It will transcend a personal God and avoid dogma and theology.”
“Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.”
“Everything is energy and that is all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you can not help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.”
"I am happy because I want nothing from anyone. I do not care about money. Decorations, titles or distinctions mean nothing to me. I do not crave praise. I claim credit for nothing. A happy man is too satisfied with the present to dwell too much on the future."
Sunday, July 24, 2022
Jessica Nathanson ~ Message from God
I am here, even in this anger and despair
See me here, and you will see me everywhere
How deeply can you enter this moment to be with me?
To be with me is to be with you,
and to be with all of this
To fully feel me is to fully feel you
If you only hear me
In the spaces between sounds
You'll miss me in music
If you only hear me in stillness
You'll miss me in thunder
If you only think of me as light
You'll not see me
When I'm weeping
If you only want me radiant
You'll reject me
When I show up in agony
When I am (you) drowning in darkness
I am with you, wherever you go,
whatever you do
But don't you see?
You don't want all of me
when you don't want all of you!
Know that when you hold your hand
you're holding mine too
When you take care of you,
You're taking care of me too.
II.
Next time you go looking for me
don’t close your eyes
keep them open, I want you to look at me
don’t you want to see me in the light?
don’t you want to see my knees, my wrists, my thighs?
will you cease to disembody me?
will you cease clinging to the falsehood
that my “true” nature has no qualities?
Only when you stop averting your eyes
to how I realize myself texturally,
will you have the chance to know me sensually.
how I long for your fingers to touch your skin
and be struck by lightning
when you realize it’s also my flesh you are touching!
next time, resist dissolving into me
If you want to be close to me,
then let yourself commune with me.
You claim to love me, while you strip me
of my personality and deface me
you claim I’m all there is,
that I am everything and nothing
refusing to let me be any thing.
you insist that I be voiceless and motionless,
that I should not think or speak
you don’t hear me when I’m bellowing
I blast invisible trumpets all around you
and you cannot hear me
because your ears are still stuffed
with the idea that I have no qualities
that I only speak silently
hiding your voice is hiding my voice
Stop denying my personal potential
I want to get to know each other personally.
I want you to explore me physically.
am I alone in longing
for this physical intimacy with you, with myself?
does it shock you
that I long to touch myself too?
waiting here naked for you to embrace me
our relationship so dry and empty
aren’t you curious about my stories?
I have such an epic history!
the story of how I came to be
believe that I can be seen
and you will see me.
you’ve discovered your divinity,
please show me my humanity!
https://www.thegloriousbothand.com/
Sunday, July 17, 2022
Maya Luna ~ The wound
photo Adityo Yudhistriatmojo
Maybe you don’t heal
The wound
Maybe it becomes an
Opening
Where buried truths can finally
Speak
Maybe it’s a portal into
An abandoned universe
Crying out to be
Known
Maybe the rip and tear is tilled
Ground
Where fresh creation
Blooms
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be
Closed
Maybe its a secret
Well
A blackened vessel
Where power flows
Maybe the raw cut was meant to
Bleed
Vital Medicine into
Thirsty Hearts
Maybe the Wound is another
You
Maybe your own heart
Loves you so deeply
It decided to break in
Two
So you could fall in
In Love
This much
Maybe healing is the
Space
You finally
Meet
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