Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Blogging is "So" Last Year


These days, I mixed up between the emotions of reverence and disgust. Disgust is a strong word, I know, but it has all of that chalked up life-force. It comes in beats per minute. It also washes over us. Today, I think of looking past the dichotomies we perceive in the world. I think about our perceptions, and how when we think we "win," we might be losing in another way. I also think of the "storm before the calm." I wonder where I am located in that equation. I've become numb to it from constant integration and desensitization. It's like the white noise we become accustomed to over time. Sometimes I can't stand the hum of my airconditioner. Then, my agitation disappears, as I somehow create a space.

The other day I dreamt about perfection in the world. There was this music, a melody, created by a little fairy--a feminine force. She sang so that the octaves would gravitate between 211 and 212, whatever that means. She was floating next to a tree. It had visible veins, and the life-blood within was moving upward, against gravity, as if growing toward the heavens. Then, this creature--a death-like being--tainted the veins, adding something "other" to it. Something of a disease. I watched as it inhibited the growth. When I woke, I thought, The storm before the calm. It's as if I understood that the chaos was necessary. The dream shrunk back into the darkness quickly. I couldn't hold on to it. But, before I woke, the last thing I recall of the dream was that I was on the phone with Christina. We were talking about how we "knew" things, kind of like intuition. She said that a certain male did not understand what faculty we used, though she said it in a different way. I made it a point to tell her that "it is logical, though." I woke up. It's logical in a way that can't be explained by logic. It's feminine in nature.

A few days later, I started reading a book called "Biomimicry" by Jane Benyus. It's about technology and innovation based on design we see in nature. Nature is smarter/wiser than we are, and has learned how to sustain itself. She makes it a point to say that we humans think we are the end all of creation, that we are above the food chain, and that nature is there for us to exploit and destroy. It's hard for us to accept that we too are food for something else. According to Benyus, we've gone against nature and are on the brink of disaster, that is, if we do not find a sustainable way to live.

I feel an underlying, constant sense of unease that I choose to avoid at times. We all do. We try to get rid of that unease with our addictions and compulsions. Absence of intimacy and genuine connection is creating a chasm that separates us and god, us and nature, us and reality. We're deluding ourselves. The Buddha was right about Maya and Mara.

I feel stuck in this reality and unable to change anything. The only thing I feel like I can change is my own inner reality. And I know that affects the whole. What gets to me is what I see outside myself. Maybe I need more patience...

I lost my focus. Maybe I never had it...

Thursday, August 6, 2009

I, Candle

I, Candle, full of lum-escent flame, burn brightly.

There's not much that I can't handle, except maybe sharing the spotlight. Too many burning wicks produce too much heat and smoke and soon blend into every other.

And then my overshadowed flame, flickering slowly and seeking return to glory, finds an open space to once again burn brightly.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Remain Mystified

You can fly away electric bird.

I wonder where angry protesters live these days. I wonder where the angry protester is in all of us. It seems to me that we've rolled over and sold out; that we have no fight in us because we're too busy marketing ourselves to the world. Maybe we should come with a price-tag.

We whore around, and there's no denying it. So, as much as you don't want to hear my complaining, you probably need to. I'm an optimist, and I'd like to think that I'm a pacifist, but I have too quick of a temper. I also have a sense of inner calm within me, in the midst of my most uneasy or violent emotions. I always know that "this too shall pass," and that there is always the state from which everything arises and to which everything returns. I trust in the cycles of life, despite my desire for pleasure like the next person.

Negative emotions, violent emotions, are pure life-force. I'd rather that than wake up one day and realize I've lived my whole life trying to please or pacify others, when what pleases them makes me miserable and inauthentic. Fire burns us, but it is essential to all of our inner processes, including digestion. It carries within it the power to transform. So, we can rest assured that it is a part of us.

Fire, or anger, can also be destructive. Anger scares people, yet is healthy. It can be a light for us; it can show us where we need to pay special attention.

These days, I am well, despite the vicissitudes of life and the fact that I have been burned. I feel like I am returning to life, maybe reawakening, as though I am moving out of a cycle of darkness, like a long waking up, stretching, and yawning. I don't think we have to be angry to wake up. I don't think we have to move into the extremes to be alive. Instead, I feel like there should be a certain kind of movement within; and if not anger, then sensitivity and acute awareness to reality, life, truth, and the conditions of others and in which we live.

What I am moving against is the deadening of our ability to feel slighted, to feel outraged, to feel affected by injustice. Healthy acceptance isn't indifference or powerlessness. Healthy acceptance is dealing with the emotions that accompany our impermanence and the experience of multifarious injustices. It's letting those powerful emotions move through us, unimpeded. We merely watch them.

But, that takes awareness and sensitivity and the intention to do so. Often, I have failed to address a slight. I have forgiven an unlimited amount of times, not knowing how to erect and guard my own boundaries. And though I know people sometimes commit slights unintentionally, I am trying to learn to react in a balanced manner. As of late, I am more intolerant of slights and people's mistakes, even if done so unintentionally. I forgive, yet I do not afford them the opportunity to do it again. I am full of knee-jerk reactions, yet also have the mind to follow up.

Once is enough; twice is too much. The thing is, I'm guilty of letting others commit the same offenses multiple times before my bill is due and I come to collect. I suppose I've reached my quotient of asshole offenses and thoughtlessness; I suppose this is the nature of the parabola. Now, I'm trying to regain my equilibrium. I know I cannot hold people to the standards I would hold a significant other; however, I don't think that's the issue. In fact, I think the problem is that I trust too easily and give away my affection at will. I haven't learned to discern between those who are deserving and those who are not. I haven't learned to trust when it is a natural consequence of time and experience.

It feels petty to me to have to look at people with a discriminating eye and with suspicion. Aren't all people good? At heart? Maybe Western and Eastern ideas are clashing within me. The idea of "evil" is not quite gelling well. Is there such thing in the modern and Western sense? Or is evil truly just ignorance? Or is it both?

Maybe it's both. Maybe there is such thing as evil, and it begins as the seed of ignorance and exists because of the cloak of ignorance veiling the truth. Maybe under this cloak, we are able to commit horrific, and lesser, crimes against humanity. I know that most times I commit a slight, it is because I am not aware of the affect it has on the other person. On the other hand, there are those who commit great evils, knowingly. I understand, from a Buddhist perspective, that good and bad really are just reflections of the One, of pure awareness, but one side is limited.

What I've established is that we are limited in our rational awareness. We fail to see all sides. This makes me feel like our little consciousness is operating through the sight of a pinhole. This is not so comforting. A Buddhist would say that no one can really hurt us; it is only what we perceive, and our mind is the creator. That our experience is truly subjective. I get that. But, discovering certain ideas, or even truths, pushes one to assimilate these ideas into one's worldview for some kind of continuity. In that respect, we then seek some kind of operation manual, as if operating a fighter jet. If "A" happens, then "B." As creatures of habit, we desire a manual. Is there such thing? (Perhaps, this is where the concept of a "paradigm" comes in.)

"Ahhh. OK. She did this. Now, how should I react?" Some of our reactions are habitual, knee-jerk reactions, and some of them come from our decision to act one way or another. Our power lies in our choice, and our habits rob us of our ability to choose. So, this all seems truly subjective, which lends itself to relativism, and which is hard for me to swallow. Something can be and not be. Absolutes or no absolutes. It IS wrong to murder, but we decide when it is "right" or "convenient" to uphold that absolute. In a time of war, it is merely "killing," and killing is not "wrong." Or is it?

A change of pace. What we seek, or what I am seeking, is peace in relation to life, but that is not always possible. Some people just don't get along, and some circumstances just aren't suitable. So that leads us to what is most natural to us.

We seem to be hardwired in some ways and not in others. If it were possible with current technology, could we upload, as in software, certain traits or habits or beliefs? Could we upload false memories which, in turn, would create specific conditions and reactions within a person? How in control are we? Are we held prisoner by our impulses, beliefs, and tendencies? Are we held prisoner by our memories and inheritances? Or is this a natural adaptation or defense mechanism, thanks to our lower animal selves?

Maybe the concepts in "The Matrix" aren't so far out? I'm saying that all this "reality" seems to be make-believe or a child's plaything. That reality isn't as objective as we'd like to believe. That there is apparent chaos in the infinite and finite order of things.

Our inner processes and the processes that underlie all of life are ordered and organized; yet, this seems to produce a chaos. Or the issue is that we aren't able to perceive orders of that level, a level that supersedes all current mental faculties.

Or it could be nothing, and all could be random, if you so choose to believe. However, just because you believe something doesn't make it true, in reality--such things like delusions exist. This means to me that there is evidence of something objective in the world, such as "laws of the universe." Maybe the thing that creates all this complexity really boils down to one simplicity: energy and the fact that energy has an infinite attribute: It cannot be created or destroyed. It is infinite in scope and eternal and operates according to certain fixed laws. (And do these laws operate by habit, as we often do, and as Rupert Sheldrake asserts in his theory on "morphic resonance.")

So like fireworks, we start out from one point and burst forth on to the screen. Now just magnify that fireworks show across the universe, and we can see how great the potential is for everything. One of the most curious and interesting things is how something could be so simple, yet so complex because that is its nature.

Talk about stretching the mind.

Maybe whatever choices I make really only reflect slivers of the whole, and I'm necessarily trying to get all I can out of what carries an infinite amount of potential. I have felt "this" and "that" and have been most uncomfortable and comfortable, and I want to understand what it is like exactly as this being, in this body, to add to the pages and pages of other lives and their experiences. (And for what? That question is an end in itself because life is happening not for a particular end, as a means to an end, but is an end in itself.)

I've already lived and died in this flash, in this moment of time. So, I'm not sure what's to fear, except that it's human nature to fear, and that I am not above being ordinarily human.

I am a stranger in a strange land, and all this around me, including you, is also me. I am living in multiple worlds at once. And maybe I'm discovering that equilibrium and am fostering relationships that don't reflect incompatibility and false intimacy.

Now what? I'll take this and live as genuinely as I can and experience as much humanity as possible. I will do the thing I do best: remain mystified but always forward-moving.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Easter Egg Hunt

My thoughts turn to numinous images embedded in my psyche: different notions of salvation. One can walk on water and bring the dead back to life with the power of faith.

If hope is to a Buddhist the negative admission of lack, and if hope is to a Christian or Jew the positive admission of desire, then hope is neither indulgence nor necessity. I'm not so sure about hope, though. Maybe there is a hope found in the Middle Way.

The most difficult thing to do is to be yourself: to embrace freedom and your singularity. We spend an inordinate amount of time running away from, instead of toward, ourselves.

I'm on an Easter Egg Hunt. I'm seeking the indestructible within.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Yeah, We've Got It All Fucked Up

We've got it all fucked up when the TV's higher than the temple.

We've got it all fucked up when the money symbol $ is higher than the heavens.

We've got it all fucked up when we grind ourselves to the bone into the deep blue future.

We've got it all fucked up when we've lost face to accompany the pretense of our most banal and mundane dreams.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Satiation

Mistaking attachment for love is an easy thing to do. Mistaking addiction for love is also an easy thing to do. The two, attachment and addiction, seem to be intertwined or fruits of the same seed.

We may hold on to a thing because of our attachment or addiction to it, but it doesn't mean that the thing is healthy or right for us.

A drug may feel good, but it has deleterious effects and the feelings are short-lived. The same goes for certain relationships, such as the ones fueled by co-dependency or dependency.

How much we cling to a thing may serve as a litmus test for whether or not it is attachment, addiction, or love.

I'd goes as far to say that the things, particularly relationships, that are healthiest for us are things that do not cause withdrawal or pain during separation. In the first stages of love, we experience the fits of first love: the wanting, needing, lusting, aching. We must be around the other.

Later, as a deeper love comes through, the fits or highs of love subside, as the love/lust is no longer a thirst to be quenched or a hunger to be sated. Like Donne writes in "A Valediction Forbidding Mourning":

...Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Love can stand the distance; yet, dull love--such as lust, addiction, or attachment--needs constant attention. The feelings involved in attachment and addiction are heightened, erotic, and impulsive. The feelings involved in love are like a pervasive, quiet hum--constant in its regularity and continuity.

Relationships characterized by attachment and addiction are crutches or substitutes for something going on beneath the surface, perhaps psychologically. Where there may be emptiness or loneliness, relationships characterized by attachment and addiction come in to make full. However, these do not last, as they climax and come to an end, a kind of "coming down" from a high. These "users" are addicted to love and to the drama, passion, and excitement involved.

I'd say that love is not like the satiation that comes from eating a hearty meal, only to be hungry hours later. I'd say that love is the satiation that comes not from needing, but from already being full and wanting to give. It is characterized by reciprocity.

Because of this reciprocal exchange, constancy, and satiation, relationships based on love can withstand the tests of time and distance, as Paolo Marinetti so poignantly framed:

"Watching the distant darkening hills, the trees bending with the black weight of your absence, I think of you...and you are always with me, watching the clouds hurry over the dangerous waking seas, the islands biding their time like whales. Let us smile together, safe in our love that conquers distance, contented even in the bleak landscapes of separation."

I'll take Marinetti's words as prophetic insight into my love life: Though we are separated and, perhaps, have never even met, we can smile together, safe in our love that conquers distance, for we will one day be able pay homage to a love that has existed across space and time. And though our two hearts may break (in between our reunion), the larger heart we form will never break. It cannot be broken.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Simple Animal

I'm like a little dog, tail wagging, only wanting to pee on and lick everything.

Don't blame me for my simple, animal nature.

When I'm hungry, feed me. When I'm thirsty, let me drink from your cup...

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Milk

It's the milkmaid:

There's milk in the fridge,
on the porch and the bedside table.

It's the milkman, Grandma.

How many daddies does it take to father nine kids?

"How many?"

You tell me.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Vesica Piscis



My current fascination:

From the website "Halexandria":

Essentially the intersection of two, overlapping spheres, the Vesica Pisces (including the interior portion of it, and/or the more common two dimensional version) represents, among other things:


1) The joining of God and Goddess to create an offspring,

2) A symbol for Jesus Christ,

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3) In art a pointed oval used as an aureole in medieval sculpture and painting,

4) The vagina of the female goddess,

5) The basic motif in the Flower of Life,

6) An overlay of the Tree of Life,

7) The formative power of polygons,

8) A geometrical description of square roots and harmonic proportions, and/or

7) A source of immense power and energy,



1) In the earliest traditions, the supreme being was represented by a sphere, the symbol of a being with no beginning and no end, continually existing, perfectly formed and profoundly symmetrical. The addition of a second sphere represented the expansion of unity into the duality of male and female, god and goddess. By overlapping, the two spheres, the god and goddess created a divine offspring. The Vesica Pisces motif (and its derivatives, the Flower of Life, Tree of Life, and fundamentals of geometry) has a history of thousands of years and easily predates virtually all major religions of the current era.

2) The son or daughter of the god and goddess is associated with the overlapping of the spheres -- the resulting three dimensional figure somewhat like an American football. [Sorry about that!] In the case of Jesus Christ, the two dimensional figure has also served as a symbol for the miracle of the fishes. (The “tail” also served to more easily identify the source of the plane figure.) There is also conveyed the spiritual power originating from the interior of this symbol.

3) Virtually every medieval church in Europe uses as a standard motif, the Vesica Pisces in two dimensions. The fact many of these churches were dedicated to the Virgin Mary or to Mary Madagalene (aka the goddess) is simply part of the understanding. Several of the churches in northern France are even located in such a manner that their points of light recreate the “lights” of the constellation Virgo. In Glastonbury, England, the site normally attributed to Avalon (the island of the Goddess), is also where the Chapel of St. Mary is located -- the latter which is apparently patterned with the use of the Vesica Pisces.

4) The goddess of any and all religions which recognize her power and significance invariably use the Vesica Pisces to identify her. From the overlapping pools of water and the chalice well cover in the goddess’s garden in Glastonbury (aka Avalon) to any number of representations of the Tree of Life, the goddess and her ability to create and birth life are celebrated.

5) Drunvalo Melchizedek, in his Flower of Life symbolism, uses the Vesica Pisces as well, and considers it the geometric image through which light was created.

6) The Tree of Life is shown in one of its many representations as the primary graphic of the home page of this website, and includes the Vesica Pisces (and Flower of Life) quite deliberately. The ease with which the patterns fit make the inclusion a virtual automatic. Photobucket

7) Robert Lawlor, in one of the best books available on Sacred Geometry [Thames and Hudson, 1982] notes that the Ö3 contained within the Vesica Pisces is “the formative power giving rise to the polygonal ‘world’.”

http://www.scribd.com/doc/8320/Robert-Lawlor-Sacred-Geometry-Philosophy-and-Practice-1982 (Check out page 34.)

8) In Mark Percy's Appendix to the unique book, Two Thirds, Aulis Publishers, London, 1993] the square roots of 2, 3, and 5 (three of the first digits in the Fibonacci Numbers) can be geometrically calculated. This is just an inkling of the possibilities.

9) In 1996, a Crop Circle in the shape of the Vesica Pisces appeared in England. Anyone stepping into the inner portion of the two circles’ intersection could feel a sudden rush of energy. More dramatically, is the Hubble Space Telescope photo of the ineptly named Hourglass Nebula .., in the center of which is a dramatic, colorful object, supposedly the remnants of a dying star (one about the size of our Sun). The green spot, in fact, is larger than the size of our solar system! (*) The photograph is so dramatic, in fact, that it has appeared on the cover of National Geographic [April 1997]. (**) Clearly, there is power within the Vesica Pisces!

This is just a hint of the underlying, incredible significance of the Vesica Pisces, which carries a message which can never be put into words. See the figures/symbols instead.

(*) The specific websites of the Hourglass Nebula (which is clearly a Vesica Pisces and not an
hourglass), and a similar configuration is:

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http://hubblesite.org/newscenter/archive/


This begs a million dollar question.