Random Thoughts: Unparalleled Elegance …

Art by William Blake for John Milton's Paradise Lost
Art by William Blake for John Milton’s Paradise Lost

The biological machinery behind each of our senses can be regarded as a function of consciousness, folding the physical into the poetic in order to transcend it and enter the realm of the spiritual.  It is therefor befitting to call to mind Thoreau’s defiant defense of “useful ignorance”:

 

Deep down, we know our devotion to reality is just a marriage of convenience, and we leave it to the seers, the shamans, the ascetics, the religious teachers, the artists among us to reach a higher state of awareness, from which they transcend our rigorous but routinely analyzing senses and become closer to the raw experience of nature that pours into the unconscious, the world of dreams, the source of myth.

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Our several senses, which feel so personal and impromptu, and seem at times to divorce us from other people, reach far beyond us. They’re an extension of the genetic chain that connects us to everyone who has ever lived; they bind us to other people and to animals, across time and country and happenstance. They bridge the personal and the impersonal, the one private soul with its many relatives, the individual with the universe, all of life on Earth. In REM sleep, our brain waves range between eight and thirteen hertz, a frequency at which flickering light can trigger epileptic seizures. The tremulous earth quivers gently at around ten hertz. So, in our deepest sleep, we enter synchrony with the trembling of the earth. Dreaming, we become the Earth’s dream.

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It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery. However many of life’s large, captivating principles and small, captivating details we may explore, unpuzzle, and learn by heart, there will still be vast unknown realms to lure us. If uncertainty is the essence of romance, there will always be enough uncertainty to make life sizzle and renew our sense of wonder. It bothers some people that no matter how passionately they may delve, the universe remains inscrutable. “For my part,” Robert Louis Stevenson once wrote, “I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” The great affair, the love affair with life, is to live as variously as possible, to groom one’s curiosity like a high-spirited thoroughbred, climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, sun-struck hills every day. Where there is no risk, the emotional terrain is flat and unyielding, and, despite all its dimensions, valleys, pinnacles, and detours, life will seem to have none of its magnificent geography, only a length. It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

— Dianne Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses (1990)

Ascending

wild and free

You can get rid of all this insanity created by the past in you just by being a simple witness of your thought processes. I’m trying to get back to where I feel most centered … quietly surrounded by bird song (instead of noisy people), with real earth beneath my feet (rather than asphalt and concrete), sweet water (mostly) unfettered with Big Pharma and other waste, and tall trees that cleanse the air (instead of freeways and tall buildings) … I’ve had a very interesting time back here in California. A lot of good and “bad” experiences as well. One affirmation: treat all people as if they are part of your family because THEY ARE part of your family: one human family. People draw lines between people because they’re still judging and excluding, rather than accepting and including. No bueno. I want to live and to die as we all did before technology showed up. My aim in life is to sustain an inner peace dissociated from the ideals passed down from Babylon. I’d rather fully immerse myself in every experience, immersed in the newly amplified energies now engulfing this place we call Home, as opposed to daily existence in man-made fear and slavery. I disregard proof most of the time. My heart-intuition is my watch-guide. I don’t give a wit what you think I did or didn’t do. I choose a life wild and free as perceived through my one Eye … and that’s divinely living Creator’s game plan.

Wake Up

frequencies shift the unrecognized dormancy
to perceive a new sense of considerable normalcy
shown through the intimate encounters of an unseen self
do not continue to put it back on the shelf

know that these intricacies will dictate
all of which you might wish to create
that your thoughts emit a frequency
and you can consciously tune into the signal unseen

no matter what side you see, its just one side
no matter how much you think it means, its just one side
while implementations of our current mind-state
they directly affect your fate

in a mind conceived illusion
we are all used to being used
to create our own confusion
this is all just an illusion