hello, its been so long since the words have come to me to tell you all the ways you have blessed this life of mine i have little to say and so much to say my mind is much too crowded with thoughts unnecessary the times when i let go, when i forget to remember all the reasons why i am so important and my worrries need me, then i feel your presence, then you speak to me, or rather THRU Me. thank you.
A note to self? Really? This felt more like something spiritual, religious even, more like a note to God if nothing else. *shrugs*
Generator, Operator & Destroyer we build up our life-force on the breath to move with will through the world deciding how, what and if; Oh, but the destruction contained within simplicity. How elegant it is to strip off all these thoughts and emotions to find what lies beneath the illusion of skin.
The Self, as it is expressed in the upanishads, is ultimately the One Self of Brahman, Purusha. Thats what I thought this was adressed to. Not the personal ego.
Maybe we're all looking too deep into this one... And osiris, there is a God!! Let's argue I'll play the devil's advocate here, whoops, paradoxing. Bwahaha.
well, its great to hear your thoughts. its great to know that these words can stirr some thoughts. it is a note to self. within we contain many different aspects. i am speaking about the lower self and the higher self. peace.
ah, kitten, this was the thread to which you were refering. To further the inevitable paradoxical nature of such an "argument", I will say, yes, there is a God. And there are many Gods. And there is (Hu)(Wo)Man, the only perception through which communication with any such supposed being has ever been recorded and the only perception to which recorded histories of any such being have been transmitted. Kind of curious. Kind of hilarious. Kind of the cosmic Joke. Are there "praeterhuman" or "discarnate" beings? In a universe of unfathomable size, most likely. Is their one such being, outside of existance, that created it all? Possibly. In any case, one would have to admit that this/these being(s) are probably a little more highly evolved, right? So, what assenine moral preconception would make one think then, that these beings, being superior, would choose to try and bring us Up to their level? If we cannot know their mind, indeed, if we can know nothing of them but the communications that they give to us, through mediums which they solely direct, how can we trust them blindly? Love? Of which love would you speak? Power? It cannot be denied that humans have power over one another, but the oppressed always eventually revolt, and for good reason. Fear? Death being inevitable, what is there to fear? And all of these questions are naught to me. For I neither care nor believe. And indeed, as with all paradoxical philosophical or theological arguments, if you take it far enough, it resolves itself and you are left with nothing. A blank sheet of paper with which you may start anew or lay your self to rest. And even these words are falsehoods, as all words must be. There is a truth, though, beneath and beyond. Far be it from me to insist to you what that might be. I'm sure that if you search long enough, you will find it, or at least decieve your self into believing you have, eh? much love
I disagree. You just need a competent mediator to keep things on track; and fortunately for both of you; I'm willing to take said stance. However, you must be warned, I'm biased and quite easily bought off. By the way... nice poem Helen; it's very easy to take many different ways... I took it in the direction of the subconcious expressing itself through the conscious actions, myself. Well done. Oh.. and excellent response to KX's challenge, Osiris... very nice...
"To further the inevitable paradoxical nature of such an "argument", I will say, yes, there is a God. And there are many Gods. And there is (Hu)(Wo)Man, the only perception through which communication with any such supposed being has ever been recorded and the only perception to which recorded histories of any such being have been transmitted." Osiris: The word "Hu" is a taoist name for source... it is the sparkling void. "Shu" is that state, of clear limitless light, beyond "Hu". The sufis, eck and hindu traditions all hold "Hu" as a supreme mantra. "H" in sanskrit is the most grounding of all sounds... you can hear it when exhaling through the mouth. "U" in sanskrit is the most uplifting... more of a sailing buzzing sound. The word "Human" is an act in progress. It literally means "Mind of Light" in the taoist tradition of internal alchemy. You are very correct when you point out the fact that the divine can only manifest in a living teacher... and I honor you for your mantra which points the reader back to themselves for answers. My energetic signature is "Expand beyond, the river of not, on the bridge of equality... into Infinity." You have not signed any of these guest-books of my poetry which signals to me that you deem silence as more productive. That leads me to say is silence more productive? Can you love those of us drowning by only pointing out that we are drowning? Is the method "not this?" Where is your technology for stepping from these whirlpool currents in this sea, of forms and ideas, onto the bridge of equality? I am talking about direct experience here. Incorporating "yes" into the "no" of self. I speak of this in "Gryphon." My technique, skin and the bodies within. I Am ... the medulla, the spine, the breath, the storehouses within the spine, the 12 sets of cranial nerves circling the pineal, the perineum, anus, genitals & sacrum. I experience senses, the emotional/desire/clear energy body, the mental body both conscious and unconscious with flickers of the Self, the bliss body "of your secret smile" and the One body unified which may only be photographed still frame and not named. So, how do we get beyond attributes of self. How do we find the radiant center? What is intimacy without self knowledge? I leave these questions.
to summarize: "I" am a sack of flesh filled with gooey shit. is this the most deplorable nihilistic sort of sadism? not if said with a smile upon the face, to reflect that secret smile within. for a paralell i direct you to the more sensible worshippers of Kali, and those Hindus who wallow for a time in ashen bones of the golgatha as a manner of purification. It is the mystery of filth, that such a Divine Energy should manifest in mortal form, constantly to attend itself to acts of the most disgusting putrefaction. But, indeed, is Decay not of the essence of beauty? Is Death not a doorway? Does not "Change = Stability." Crowley understood this as well, and his willingness to indulge in it is one of the reasons he was so deplored. Also because the man "Aliester Crowley" was a far cry from the Spirit which drove his vessel, and would often put him "self" against the will of that spirit(the "true will", lol, if you will) and cause the greatest catastrophes in his life, as so many of us often do. But, the fact of his doing so, which he relented to near the end of his life, proved utterly his postulation about "True Will". But do not mistake me for a thelemite. I am all about the True Will, which equates with The Will Of The Spirit, and with most non-personified concepts of "God". And the doctrines, as with any other, are worthy of study, especially on the merit of his consolidation of so many systems. But it seems to me against the true essenc eof the whole affair to promulgate Thelema as a Religion, per say. And as for your poetry... I should read some of it. I have only so much time for skipping around here, and I let my impulse draw me. You do wonderful work, but I think I am not drawn to your work because you so have your shit together- What Could I Add, friend? But I think soon I will get around to it. much love
Well how can we argue now? Unless I argue for the fact that there is only one God, but that'd be boring. And Osiris I know you could kick my shins in fogging up the optics and lagging the brain functions of the opponent!
indeed, as the song goes: "I dream about a cloudy sky, about a cloudy sky." -Faith No More, Just A Man much love
