25 November 2009

I am not this limb, I am not this body, I am not this thought.

Written by Fidens ( Contact the author of this post )
Published on November 25th, 2009 @ 02:24:26 am, using 1062 words, 52 views
Categories: Thus Wrote

Cosmic Diarrhea for Intellectual Constipation

Time flies when YOU ARE HAVING FUN.

Perhaps, as the Mayan calendar, the long-count calendar, the i-ching, the recent “web bot,” and countless other sources have predicted – the true meaning of the end of time could possibly be defined as an evolution of consciousness to a unified nirvana. A wise individual can see evidence of this, should they be tuned to that “frequency.”

The amygdala clicks forward, per se, and gets jammed, leaving us to party together in blissful traffic (network:CNS:boundless super-highways). Heavy is the head that wears the crown of relational importance. Suffering may exist on the egoic, tangible plane, but it cannot touch that which exists within the beloved. Our minds are so powerful that we’ve been incredibly encrusted into our separateness, our Id, yet I believe that aforementioned strength itself should be seen as a sign of further perceptual potential and growth; The first (second? third?) of many steps.

Scientists have theorized that time is speeding up. These theories are based on certain measurements of the earth which, coincidently(?), rests at the same degree within our galaxy as our hearts do within our chests, as well as the @golden spiral@ shaped DNA within our genetic make-up.

*It may also be interesting to note that the shifting of the poles of earth, which has taken place before in history (monkey->man?), is also to be predicted to occur again at/around (O) the time of 2012.

Memetic candy: “DNA activation.” Pay no mind to the rabble.

In my experience, I’ve found that what seemed to be in the foreground of my awareness has been slowly shifting its way into the background – and vice versa. There’s a change occurring in all of us, on our planet, in our galaxy, and we seem to be hinted towards 2012 as being the cusp of this ®evolution. When that wave finishes cleansing every aspect of life and finally rolls back, the thunderous clouds will rain fucking diamonds. I’m not prone to use foul language within a rant of this nature, but the profoundity therein the metaphor must be emphasized.

Dig ging (sic) deeper into the transition:
Big Bang?->Reptile->Ego->Dark Night of The Soul->Nirvana
It’s all the same, and it’s all happening at the same TIME. As I’ve said before, you are not simply a result of the big bang, you ARE the big bang. Your shrapnel has just been given a name, and a terribly outdated concept of what life is all about. “You are not what you once thought you were.”

Dreaming a better dream.

It has been very well documented that REM sleep is crucial to our survival in this physical world. Should that be true, which plane of reality is more concrete after all? The waking life, or the freedom of the dream world? Let’s take this idea a bit further and delve into what actually occurs during REM sleep.

Dimethyl tryptamine, or 5-Meo-Dimethyl tryptamine (DMT with an oxygen molecule attached,) is manufactured within the pineal gland (eye^3), as well as other organs inside the human body. It can also be found throughout the mad scientist laboratory of mother nature; trees, grass, etc. The most potent hallucinogen known to man; it is released during times of extreme stress, near death experiences and..

..during REM sleep.

There are different stages to these psychedelic experiences; also known as plateaus. When those doors of perception are opened, an individual can experience everything from minor giddiness, to complete and blissful harmony. It is also at these levels that our ability to perceive time ceases, and we feel connected to the earth and everything in it as a single organism. Lights become brighter, akin to the golden rays or majestic white lights described in near-death reports, and in tacky biblical references to some kind of kingdom or “heaven.”

Anyone who’s studied the process of learning (I’d use the word hypnosis, but it’s so misunderstood I chose to present the notion in a more acceptable form to digest) has recognized rapid eye movement during a session of somnambulistic trance. It is at this level of theta-awareness that any form of reality can be perceived as concretely as any “normal” beta/alpha plane of reality – as concrete as your waking life is experienced.

Have you ever been to a scary movie that sucked you in so intensely that you experienced, intensely, the fear acted out by the fictional characters? If not, you’ll get there. *smile*

The subconscious does not know the difference between the two, as any nightmare will tell you, both are real to the critical mind as well as your physical form.

Bed-sheets soaked in sweat.

In fact, if one were to lucidly dream about doing intense physical excersize on a regular basis, the physical “matter” that makes up your biology would shift to make the same changes if you had been at the gym every night instead of (sleeping). Parenthesis utilized to remind you, the reader, that the mind is never “turned off,” however amnesia is common at those much different levels of theta and delta; in the reflection of a psychedelic experience and, of course, throughout the dream world of REM.

Is this amnesia so common due to the loss of ego attachment and all that goes with it? Fears, beliefs, identities, separateness – TIME.

TIME = K(now) = 2012

More memetic candy: “TWISP:”
Do individual spores of mold growing on a sandwich have jobs? Identities? Or do they all work together to share a common goal of unified growth? Is earth our sandwich?

Like taking off a tight shoe, Gerald Kein described his experience of clinical death to be a kind of liberation. Walking on air, never a care. Still fully in the world, yet still fully NOT in the world. Viz. “In the world, but not OF the world.” -Ram Dass

It’s almost Easter at every corner of the globe, and the sun will resurrect within everyone.

Free yourself, from yourself (attachments, worries, doubts, fears) – and that which remains shall continue to brilliantly shine on:

Pure awareness; pure love.

To summarize all the thoughts and pebbles thrown at you herein, I’d like to end this paper with one simple truth that you may not expect and may even reject at first glance:

You wrote this paper, and I read it.

03 December 2007

Fluids Come Together..

Written by Fidens ( Contact the author of this post )
Published on December 3rd, 2007 @ 06:44:58 am, using 148 words, 66 views
Categories: Thus Wrote

..and the I Appears

Back-peddling through a water line of bad chemistry and
ugly dreams, clouds settle into starving chests. It’s difficult
to remember that this life is merely a ride when it begins to
slip away from you. You bought your ticket, and the ride
is over. Some of you turned bone white in fear, some
of you laughed hysterically; like wild bats.

Others are left motionless.

You painted the sky in streaks of ruby red and ocean
purple; an ode to change. You turned an ear to crying
rocks. Like gods, you boiled the flowing rivers.

Face to face with mean fucking ivory meant dinner time for your
beautiful children. Love and sex were joyous celebrations
of being present and alive. A “cheers” to the wine glass itself.

An energetic swirl of smoke,
stretching up to the stars.

…and still, most are afraid of this place.

Purpose (ly fucked)

Written by Fidens ( Contact the author of this post )
Published on December 3rd, 2007 @ 06:43:59 am, using 72 words, 79 views
Categories: Thus Wrote

Give a man the idea or notion that he has some kind of ultimate purpose or goal to reach and you instantly imprison him. The only goal worth pursuing is the goal of losing all desires of finding a specific purpose. The flower doesn’t strive to be beautiful, it just happens to be that way.

Abandon your shackles and be free to sing life’s song.

Free yourself.

A Moment of Honesty

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Published on December 3rd, 2007 @ 06:37:44 am, using 486 words, 57 views
Categories: Thus Wrote

DEATH IS CERTAIN,
LIFE IS NOT.

how easily we forget this simple truism..

CounterPoint: I find that life, is a constant. Death is only a change in the state of living. My body may be living, my mind aware and conscious. When my body fades to dust, and my shadow no longer stands beneath my feet…it may ‘die’ but will continue living…and may not be aware of its state no longer. My soul freed from its machine…and maybe thats where life is not certain…it may never be certain of its death the way my body will be…but again i restate…life is constant…death is only a change of how and where the mind, body and soul branch out to universe…in its everything and nothingness.

Maybe instead of ‘Death is Certain,’ it would be more suitable to say that change is certain, and certainty itself is not. I think this better summarizes the idea I was going for.

It’s interesting to me how you choose to view the mind-body relationship as being a machine to be freed from. Do you value your soul more than your body? I wonder how many people would answer yes to that question. Amazing, a massive group of people who value something which is merely a hunch more than something tangible and intricate. If you think about it, based on very crude perceptions of what a soul is and what a body is, you could even argue that the body is more complex than the soul.

CounterPoint: My body may feed out just as much to the universe as my soul does. It feeds nutrients to the earth, reincarnating itself in a ‘physical sense’. The two work in a beautiful unison, both are complex…one is understood in a sort of ’scientific’ manner where the mind is vast and capable. But while here, and while in this ‘reality’ my body acts a vessel for my mind to exist ‘here’. If both had the same purpose, then you would be able to gauge the importance of one next to the other. But they are both reusable in whatever way the ‘change’…or where they’re energy is channeled.

Excellent post. I’m delighted by, “while in this ‘reality’ my body acts a vessel for my mind to exist ‘here.’” As if to say, this single sprout (a.k.a. “me") of the collective subconscious (a.k.a. everything) thinks and behaves in the way that it does because it’s currently sitting within a specific physical being with an identity and ego.

I’m suddenly reminded of schizophrenics. Unlike “normal” individuals they instead seem to be able to bring multiple roots or threads of the aforementioned collective subconscious into their physical bodies.

Would this prove, then, that the body is indeed less valuable after all?

Counter Point: We should ask a scientist. Or perhaps a wizard.

Perhaps. :D

Creative Yoga

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Published on December 3rd, 2007 @ 06:10:21 am, using 196 words, 66 views
Categories: Thus Wrote

After some consideration as to what this site is going to be “for,” I have come to the conclusion that this project must be a project of nothing. I hope to gain nothing from the site and the site, and I will lose nothing from it. Very few people practice the art of doing nothing, and it is indeed quite an art. And so, this little spec of dust on the net will have no labels or concepts. You will never figure out what exactly it’s all about, nor should you. No labels should distract you from stepping down into your psychic basement to breathe in our collective water.

This home is only about expression for sake of the ability to express. We stretch our legs of artistic consciousness together for no reason at all - and it feels fantastic. This is writer’s yoga. This is enlightenment. This is inside all of us.

So one day you might see a news item, the next day you might see a book suggestion, or a music review, or anything else that I damn well please. This is for you and me and whoever needs an outlet to express.

The Key of Joy is Disobedience.

Introduction.

A lifetime of struggle quickly tattooed itself upon the cerebral skin. And in a peculiar way, we all surrendered to our pain in order to shake the ground with roaring bursts of laughter.

We drew pictures on the concrete with eachother's blood; poking fun at the futility of it all. Nobody dared to take that moment from us, it was our true graduation party. There inside our warm little bubble, we were truly able to snap free. There was no room for judgement, love was horribly obese inside that circle of freaks.

Our head above the heavens -- our feet below the hells.


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