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Space-Time and Non-duality

If death delivers us from the binding constricts of time and space . . . why fear death when it is no more than a ticket back to the singularity of our one true home?

Like the guy says, as we get so easily lost in words, language has no way of revealing these truths to us, BUT meditation does.

The Tao Te Ching gives the best thought I believe . . . in the first chapter when it says:

(my interpretation, there are others more true to the original chinese I am sure))

Before the beginning there was the Unknown.

At the beginning the Unknown split into two parts.

One part remained the unknown, the other formed the (time and space) heavens and the earth.

Man, unable to understand the Unknown, either worships it or denies it’s existence.

There are some things in life that must be experienced in order to understand them.

Listening to music.

The taste of a fresh peach.

The touch of a lover.

The scent of fresh rain in a forest.

The view from the top of a mountain.

In all these cases, to deprive the senses from experiencing, is to deprive the knowing.

The Tao must also be experienced.

Give her a name and she becomes a religion.

Ignore her and she will never cease knocking at your door.

The purpose for time and space is for us to experience the wonders and the beauty of that unknown singularity from which we came . . . what we have created, because of the laws of duality governing it, is chaos . . . our chaos, our doing, our responsibility to fix it, nurture it, and restore it.

Time and space are one of the greatest conundrums of both science and philosophy, and have been so since we began to think about them self-reflectively. Many, especially in physics, see space-time as an objective thing, which can be bent and twisted. Others, namely in Eastern philosophy, see time and space as illusions, narratives in…

via The Linguistic Demon of Space-Time — Science and Nonduality

The Rainmakers

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Standing alone
In the freezing rain
Among the insane
There is no pain
There is no gain.

The thrill of the fight
The rush while in flight,
Away we go . . . into the night.

Standing alone
Wanting to scream
But it’s not easy to scream
In this fucked up dream.

Where the bullets are slow
And my barrel is bent.
And my target
Will never stay down.

Standing alone
In the rain
Among the crying, among the dying
Watching war go round.

Again-and again-and again.

 

Suicide

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Reading a lot about suicide lately I began to wonder, instead of Anthony Bourdain, what it would take for me to do the deed, because at one time in my youth I could have. When I was younger (in the late 60’s) I went through a time when I thought it would be a good idea to off myself, but then I ran away from my problem and got stoned for a couple of years instead.

When I got older I realized that the suicidal thoughts began because I had expected too much from this decidedly fractured society. I was too good for this place and I was drowning in a huge portion of self pity and self righteousness.

I had the strong belief in America and the people who ran it . . . false deduction #1.

I had a strong belief that my marriage was ordained by God and my ex and I were solidly behind one another . . . false deduction #2.

I believed that I was a tough guy who could handle anything . . . false deduction #3.

I wanted to kill myself and make a statement to everybody for taking me for granted. This act would teach them all a good lesson. . . false deduction #4

I wanted to kill myself because I thought I had reached the end of my rope and had nowhere else to turn .  . . wrong deduction #5

One day after a strong psychedelic experience, after a ‘coming to Jesus’ experience, after dropping all that religious stuff and having a ‘coming to Jim’ experience . . . I began to see our lives here on this dimension had never been created for our ease or our prosperity . . . we were here to learn and to experience as much as possible during our short stay upon these shores.

I learned that karma rules the affairs of men and as I give I will receive. No longer looking for love, I began to see how necessary it was to share to the best of my ability the love that I have within myself with others.

I learned that I was responsible for my actions and if I found myself behind the eightball, chances were I had placed myself there. I quit being a victim and worked towards being a warrior . . . not as I did earlier in my life, but in a spiritual sense. Not in over the top religion, but by quietly following the pathway called kindness. Not by making a spectacle of myself in any direction, but by being there for anyone who crossed my path. (regardless of race, color or creed).

Today as an old man I see nothing but chaos surrounding me in every direction and I seldom leave the confines of my front porch . . . but if anybody comes by I will sit and talk with them, give them a beer or a cup coffee and listen to their complaints without judgement or preachy direction. . . and that old lady who just smacked me in the ass with her grocery cart? I will spin around and give her a smile (though a bit disingenuous)

Today life is great and suicide is far from my mind because I know this life has never been meant to be a rose garden, . . . it’s a battlefield brother, not a recreation room. It’s a fight and not a game. When I fall down, I’m gonna get up because I didn’t start out to play . . . I think we need to learn that.

 

Tatyana

Trouble is, when you hear people flippantly throw the nuke option around as if it is one . . . what happens to the music, the artwork, the writings, the entire culture underneath the bomb? . . . . What will happen to Tatyana?

Love Your Mother . . .

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I know God . . . I see him every time I look into a mirror . . . so do you . . . so does everybody that owns a beating heart . . . including my dog . . . including the acorns in my yard.

To know the mystery in totality is to know that which lies beyond the structure of time and space, we can’t do that . . . but we can see the mystery manifested in each of those things I just mentioned . . .

It’s easy until we begin to lose sight of the forest and fall in love with our favorite tree . . . until we deny our responsibility in all this . . . until we deny the effects of our creativity both personally and corporately . . . until we deny that the mystery gave us this Earth to be our living heaven and we have chosen instead to recreate it into our living hell.

As we go about our day praying for the future heaven . . . perhaps, just perhaps we may already be there. Instead of waiting for a new home in a new place, perhaps we ought to get busy cleaning up this one . . . it may be the only one we get!

The Connection

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We often hear someone say, “All things are connected” . . . or “we are all one” . . . or “we are all a part of the one God” . . . or some variation of those three statements, but I wonder how deep we go with it. I wonder how many people actually get it, actually get the depth and breadth of this statement. Does religion get it? I think not. . . . Does science get it? I think not. Do I get it? Not in totality, but I think I, as well as many other freethinkers are mentally free enough, and on the path enough, to get a pretty good idea of the reality behind these statements.

Allow me to explain in metaphor what I see and what I mean when I personally say, “Well, we are all connected you know, everything that exudes energy, even in minute doses, is connected to everything else that exudes energy and all are an integral part of life.”

In the beginning there was Intelligence and there was Energy….that’s all there was.

Beyond that, there lies a huge green door . . . behind the green door lives a Mystery so deep and so hidden that our brains cannot spiritually or physically, fathom it.

Because we cannot fathom it, we either worship it as God . . . or we fearfully ignore it and pretend that science just hasn’t found the key to the door quite yet, but it will . . . and off we go in theoretical physics trying to prove the existence of the God particle.

Well, my guess is we won’t, not ever, not even on the fourth, fifth and sixth dimensions will we ever discover it. The answer to the Mystery behind the green door will always remain one step ahead of us until that time in our far off future when we evolve to the point where we CAN reunite with the Mystery that lies behind that green door. Then, like MLK said, (though he was a bit early in saying it, it still rings true), “Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty I’m free at last!”  

One day while traveling the Great Void Intelligence happened upon Energy.

Being enamored with Her shimmering beauty He knew He must have Her . . .

He proposed………

She accepted……

Instantly the great marriage experience (later to be called the Big Bang) ensued.

When Intelligence and Energy became One their orgasm flung the seeds of Creativity throughout the Great Void.

The physical universe was formed, Stars, Solar systems, and the smaller planets appeared.

The Earth, being a favored child of the Two, was scattered with the seeds of a million creations, each one having the ability to reproduce and change evolutionary direction as seemed fitting to insure its survivability in the highly competitive environment.

Intelligence and Energy, thrilled with what they had accomplished, chose to remain the Mystery by giving their Manchild physical dominion over their newly formed creation.

Man, in order to understand creation, could only find understanding within their spiritual selves or within the mysteries of creation, otherwise he worshiped idols and doctrines of his own making and moved out of sync with the entire universe. As he quickly succumbed to negative influences, the law of Duality became the order of the day and he found himself lost and alone in a creation of his own making.

 

Every time we shun the laws of balance and chase profit by destroying an entire mountain top for its coal deposits, or pollute river, or land, or skies, or bomb and mutilate each other in the name of religion, or business, or anything else . . . it is a direct confrontation with the Mystery behind the green door and automatically we go deeper in debt to the Law of Karma.

So when we beg for help . . . the Mystery will not hear, when we bow in worship and perform religious rites . . . the Mystery will not see . . .

When we do our designated task and work as caretakers over the physical universe . . . the Mystery does hear . . . when we show empathy to everyone we come in contact with . . . the Mystery does see . . . and because of his actions the Mystery rewards that faithful servant with the spiritual strength to overcome the law of duality and partake of all the joys allotted to them. Their Heaven will be established, their Hell will be destroyed and they will become emissary to the unknown Mystery behind the green door.

Every time men choose profit over planet we are in direct opposition to the owner of this planet. . . . every time we choose planet over profit we are in favor with the owner of this planet.

In one we are creating our Hell . . . in the other our Heaven. . . . NOW, right  now.

When we die we move on into another dimension for sure, but if you think you are going to take part in destroying this planet and then get rewarded with a perfect new one just because someone told you you would . . . guess what.

 

 

 

The Violence-Inducing Effects of Psychiatric Medication — Collective Evolution

Sharing this because I feel it is so very important to realize what these drugs may be doing to us and our children.

It’s hard these days to discern truth from a bare faced lie, mainly because we have been trained diligently to trust our leaders and the medicines they prescribe . . . these days that may be a dangerous proposition.

 

This article is posted with permission from our friends at Greenmedinfo.com. For more news from them, you can sign up for their newsletter here. It was written by Dr. Kelly Brogan. Psychiatric medications have some dangerous, often-overlooked side effects, which could include suicide and homicide. On May 17, 2017, we learned that Chris Cornell of Soundgarden had reportedly committed suicide…

via The Violence-Inducing Effects of Psychiatric Medication — Collective Evolution

Insects

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When I was a kid I liked insects, after I came back from Asia I hated them. I don’t think I had one meal in all those months where I could sit back and relax because of the constant battle to keep flies from carrying off my food. I don’t think I had one night in the bush without getting half eaten alive by mosquitoes.

That was the way I felt until yesterday. After watching that video about the world wide insect populations sharp decline I felt differently, and a little fearful for all of us. That’s when the light went on in my head and I began to realize where this was all heading. That light, now, upon further research, has only gotten brighter and my conclusion to all this is scarier than those bug filled nights in the jungle.

I realized that at least part of my current fight wasn’t with the ineptness of government, or the greed based corporate system. . . . These things couldn’t compare to the mountains of trouble I saw in that video.

One thing I noticed for certain is that we are in deep trouble whether we have caused all this environmental degradation or not. I am seeing right now, first hand, a large disappearance of insects, birds and mammals taking place on my property. Regardless of the reasons, we are about to face in this country, a multi-species die off on a broad and frightening scale, and soon hunger will become the order of the day.

When it comes to the insects that were always a pain to me, this year a large percentage of them were MIA. The carpenter bees that came by the hundreds . . . this year came by the tens.

At night in summer zillions of flying insects swarmed around the porch lights until I had to start turning them off. Bats, who are also AWOL loved it though because it was a smorgasbord out there for them.

I saw none of my favorite night flyers either. The large mint green Luna moths were also AWOL.

Man, as I sit here and think about this, I can visualize all sorts of bugs and worms I don’t see anymore. . . . and in spite of my aversion to creepy crawlers, I want them to come back. I want to continue seeing my world as a place of peace and safety instead of this barren hell I’m beginning to visualize.

So, what’s the deal? Has the ozone layer shrunk enough to allow the incoming UV light to intensify until it is now killing off or sterilizing the insects and birds and frogs and wood creatures of all sorts all the way up to deer? I hope not, but I think so.

Poison is being spread around here for the Ash borer disease, Monsanto crops ( that are deadly to ALL life!), and God knows what else, but to lose, quite quickly, at least 75% of everything all at once is frightening and discouraging . . . WTF ARE THOSE IDIOT MFERS! behind the spray nozzles up to?   

Well it’s hard to say for certain, but I believe MOST of them are sane conscientious people who believe they are doing the right thing. They’ve attended a seminar or two from Monsanto, they’ve witnessed first hand the destruction of insects who love to chow down on their crops and they are all for chemically spraying everything they grow . . . it makes sense . . . it makes money . . . what could be wrong with any of that?

Well, the ONE glaring problem that I see is that the people who have the power to do these things are looking FIRST for profit and second for planet . . . “well, we can make big bucks here and the collateral damage won’t be so bad that we can’t cover up the evidence from the occasional accident” . . . well guess what? The collateral damage IS so bad!  The corporation needs to put PLANET first before profit.

The SECOND glaring problem I see is that in this country, and probably the entire Western side of civilization, we have been taught from birth to compartmentalize our research systems as well as our belief systems.

“What are you talking about?” you ask. Here let me show you . . . let’s start at the top with religion.

We are mostly Christian in this country, but the same applies to all the main religions, so:

To try to understand the mystery of life, and creativity, and spirituality, we have had to compartmentalize God, Jesus, the bible, the apostles, heaven, hell, the various denominations, parishioners and priests. All the way down the line we’ve had to separate and breakdown every part of the mystery in order to understand it. We’ve done it through doctrine, biblical interpretation, pastoral and church law, etc.

Instead of a free flowing, all inclusive celebration concerning the mystery of life, we have created a corporation that moves in the same track of racial bigotry that the non whites in this country receive every day. The only difference this time is that being black is fine, but being Buddhist or Catholic or Baptist, or anything you aren’t is not fine and unless you repent and join “our” church you are in deep hellish shit.

“Are you saying the Christian Church is racist?” HOW DARE YOU! “

Yes I am and here’s why . . . the definition of racism:

Racism: the belief that all members of each (RACE) possess characteristics or abilities specific to that (RACE), especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another (RACE) or (RACES).

Religion: the belief that all members of each (RELIGION/CHURCH/DENOMINATION) possess characteristics or abilities specific to that (RELIGION), especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another (DENOMINATION) or (RELIGION).

What makes Christianity fall into the racist category is the fact that by compartmentalizing it in search of truth we have instead broken apart the free flowing, all inclusive reality concerning the mystery of life, set ourselves up as standard bearers of the truth, and sat ourselves at the right hand of our imaginary God.

We worship OUR God while pissing on the beliefs of all the others.

When and if we ever drop exclusivity of race as well as exclusivity of religion we will be in line for a huge jump in human evolution. Now I know that went over every true believers head instantly and they probably didn’t read it for fear of maybe believing it, and going to hell for doing so . . . so let’s talk about something else . . . medicine.

Western medicine is great for some things, I’d be dead had I not had a heart bypass a few years back or going blind had I not had the cataracts removed from my eyes. Instead I am 75 years old and as good to go as I always was (though a bit slower) I still build things, work out, etc. and I give all the credit to my genes and modern medicine. I only maintain proper weight and try to eat right (sometimes) and those guys do the rest.

We made one huge mistake though when we were developing the healthcare system we now use, we compartmentalized. When we did that, all Eastern inspired holistic healthcare went out the door in favor of  the modern western approach.

The whole body approach that had been used for thousands of years was replaced by the new approach of attacking disease at its source and either extricating the offending part or fixing it with super heavy pharmaceutical drugs.  

This approach works fairly well as long as it’s not dealing with something that is not localized like fibromyalgia, or chronic pain, or viral infection. When faced with any of these it becomes impotent rather quickly.

Here is a pretty good analogy I discovered on the web by a Dr. Emill Kim. He’s using a fisherman as the Eastern approach . . . a fishmonger as the Western approach.

A fisherman spends his days in the ocean understanding the currents, the temperature of the water, and the restlessness of the waves. Over a lifetime, he learns the habits, preferences, idiosyncrasies of his catch. He already knows if it swims alone or in a school; acts as predator or prey; migrates with the changing seasons or stays in local waters. The fisherman and fish have a living, dynamic relationship because they share the same home. Like family, what affects the fish will affect the fisherman.

The fishmonger, on the other hand, lives in an environment far removed from the coastal depths or briny shores. His work place is one of sterility and smelling of chemical disinfectant. He wears a white smock often bearing a sharp knife. His understanding of fish anatomy is quite detailed and he can deconstruct one readily. The fish who arrive in his clutches are already dead or dying so he has little or no interest in how they swim, play, or interact. He’s likely never seen one vibrantly alive. (end of quote)

I am a fan of the East for their holistic approach to medicine, but reserve the West for emergency work needing invasive surgery, etc.

Thing is, medicine works best when both disciplines are used together in a non-compartmentalized way. That would be the way I feel our government should be working towards balance in the profit/planet question.

Can we find a way to destroy insects like the ash borer? Of course we can, there are already ways, but it takes study, and intelligence, and time to come up with a viable individually focused solution.

America has NO time worked into anything. We live in a “I want it . . . and I want it now!” society . . . so instead of finding a natural predator that could do the job for us and not make a mess of it, we grab the poison canister, put it in a plane and drop the shit out the door until it ends up all over everything in the area, after the poison falls to the earth it begins at the bottom of the food chain infiltrating itself into the earth worms, ground crawlers, etc. . . . finds its way into a stream . . . then a creek . . . then a river . . . then a lake and ultimately ends up on your dinner table lodged in the flesh of that clean, fresh smelling trout you just caught this morning.  

After years of absorbing these various and sundry poisons you end up in a hospital dying of cancer crying out to the god of heaven . . . “Why Me??” Really? Are we actually that stupid? I think so and I find that thought as scary as anything I have experienced in the last 75 years of living on this planet. We ARE that stupid. (end part 1)

 

Responsibility . . .

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What greater freedom in life could we have than to realize that we alone are responsible for ourselves? No magic, no tricks, no inside track to perfections . . . and no savior. The latter is important because instead of understanding and utilizing the teachings of Christ we have chosen to avoid all that and just worship the name and rely upon grace to save us.

No doubt, it does feel good not to have to rely upon ourselves. . . granted, “believe and go to heaven” is far more palatable than ” I am responsible for my choices” and according to those choices that I make I either receive a blessing . . . or I receive a cursing.

There is a biblical law called ‘sowing and reaping’ (or karma) that follows every decision, every choice, and every thought we act upon. This life is governed in such a way that every person, regardless of religious affiliation, is absolutely, judgmentally, equal when it comes to living it.

I was once a full bore Christian. As somewhat of a bad actor I was extremely joyful the day I brought Jesus Christ into my life. I was free from all my past sinning. I was free from Hell and going to Heaven. WHAT A RUSH! I had just received a get-out-of-prison card and now I could drop all the sinning and live a holy life for Jesus.

After about seven years of church, and even a couple living 24/7’s in a Christian commune I began to realize that although we all worshiped Jesus and promoted ourselves as being a ‘special’ called out people . . . we were in reality no different than those unbelievers who lived out side the gate.

I worked with them, but these guys were not holy like me. They drank, cussed, smoked pot, and all that stuff, but when I overlooked the sins and took a look at the sinners, I found I had more in common with them than I did with the people I lived with.

It’s not that I didn’t like those people I lived with. I actually loved a few of them.

I think because of doctrinal teachings and a strange code of conduct we couldn’t be ourselves. There was always a phony pretensive language that got in the way.

OK, I said all that to say this: One day I was walking alone in the hills surrounding the farm and I began to think religious thoughts like always, but this time it was different . . . I realized that for all that time in the Christian religion . . . I had been a phony . . . I said all the right things, read all the right books, studied the bible till my eyes bled, and spoke to the best of my ability, the language of a good Christian. BUT . . . I was phony clean through and I knew it.

That day was the beginning of the end to my tour upon this planet as a holier than though born again Christian. I wanted to go back to the dark side and get drunk with my army buddies, I heard the clarion call of my hippie girl friends . . . I wanted to get high and have fun once again like I used to. It wasn’t too long after that, that I left the commune and all those, in spite of the religious nonsense, I loved dearly.

After seven years or so in the Christian community, all I took with me were only a few words: You want to be free?  . . . You must realize in a real way that YOU are responsible for your actions in this life. . . . period.

That all happened in the late sixties . . . and to this day some 40 years later those words are still guiding me through this life. Be kind . . . empathetic . . . give a blessing to everybody you come in contact with . . . forget about being perfect, you ain’t. Not even close. . . And above all else realize that you are responsible for your actions and you will suffer or enjoy the fruits of all of them.

My heaven is not out there somewhere after I’m dead . . . my heaven is HERE right now on this planet. This is the gift God gave to all of us . . .  and this ecological nightmare is the thanks that He/She/It gets for creating it. I no longer have all the answers. I no longer quote scripture, or get caught up in the jargon of the religious. And when it comes to “Father forgive them, for they know what they do?” We DO know what we are doing . . . ..and are about to pay a karmic debt larger and more intense than we will be able to bear. As designated stewards this planet was created to be our Heaven. We are instead creating our Heaven into our Hell.

Don’t believe it? Look around.

Trouble In Paradise

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Years ago my wife and I decided to move out of the city and into this quiet, wooded valley. I, a retired builder no longer in sync with the rhythm of the modern world was looking for a place to chill out and get back to nature. My wife, a life long naturalist, wanted nothing more out of life than to own a cabin in the woods and live there in peace with a man that loved her . . . she got both. We got both.

For the last ten or so years, after we personally built this place up, we have lived in close proximity to a plethora of creatures both large and small. We have many birds at our feeding stations. . . we have deer, turkey, raccoons, opossum, bobcat, snakes of all species. Under the guest cabin there lived a six foot black snake. (I haven’t seen for a few years)

We have ginseng and many other herbs growing wild in our woods and we have two fine springs we developed, one for usage, the other I’m holding in reserve just in case. I have figured all the angles just in case the preppers are right and the SHTF like they say. We are as close to self sufficient as we can get.

Life was not perfect, but nice . . . it all started souring this summer with the disappearing birds. They were still around, but in much lower numbers. We figured they found better seed in the natural world and would be back when it got cold. I noticed the snake population was not right, they were not in the wood pile or under the cabin or anywhere in the woods. I noticed the big wolf spiders were gone from my tool shed, actually ALL the spiders were gone. I noticed the bees were gone (the species that were not honey bees. They left long ago.) The carpenter bees were fewer . . . the hornets were fewer . . . yellow jackets were fewer . . . the swarms of ladybugs didn’t show up this year. . . even the nasty stink bugs were far fewer. We began to worry and to wonder. My wife called the State and the young know-it-all that managed it practically laughed at her.

The 12 squirrels I used to chase from the feeders every day stopped coming around . . . the chipmunks too . . . as well as the possum who came at night and stole the cat food . . . and the raccoons who came too. Even the deer seemed to be fewer this season . . . and our pet turkey hasn’t been around.

The crawling insects are also disappearing . . . ants . . . beetles . . . flies . . . stick bugs . . . worms . . . centipedes . . . etc. Everything I can think of (except seemingly the deer ticks) are gone!

WTF is going on? They said it was the hawks, but we know better cause there has always been hawks and owls and vultures. I thought it was the Monsanto garbage they put on the cornfield by the river . . . or the fracking injection well on the other side . . . but now what I think is happening is far worse than I could have imagined . . .  

Watch these videos and you will see why I am so disturbed.

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