We are not only aspirants to and embodyings of the divine, we also are poop bags, hosting in our bodies 2 to 3 pounds of poop at any given time. Uncoiled and stretched out we would be about 27 feet long -- a voracious eating machine at one end and a poop ejector at the other. Spiritual shit bags.
Factoid: Americans poop 4.5 million pounds of poop per hour. Source: The Poop Report
Monday, November 30, 2009
cosmotheandric beings
What does it mean that we are in God and God is in us and that we are forever fleeing God and forever returning? If we equate "God" with our Source (and our Destination), then what does it mean that we are in our Source and that our Source is in us and that we are forever fleeing our Source and forever returning?
That we are in our Source means that we are like a baby in the mother's womb. She knows so much more than we do. She is protective. And she is ever expanding (like the expansive universe). At some point she will birth us. We will take our place at her side.
Our Source (God) is also inside us. We are the nerve endings of our Source. We are the Source expanding outward. We are the voyagers of God. Our Source looks through our eyes. Our Source is closer to us than we dare to think, closer than our breathing and the beating of our hearts.
We are inside our Source and our Source is inside us. We are our Source sourcing. We are Source-erors in the best sense of the term.
Like dolphins leaping into the air and plashing back into the ocean, we are forever fleeing God (our Source) and forever returning. Even when fleeing we never move away, only into other realms. Fleeing is our duty as voyagers. But we always report back.
This is true for all humans everywhere on the globe, no matter their politics, religion, or creed. Every human is re-Source-full. Every human is born of the Source and is the Source borning. Every human is fleeing. Every human is returning. We are all this together.
That we are in our Source means that we are like a baby in the mother's womb. She knows so much more than we do. She is protective. And she is ever expanding (like the expansive universe). At some point she will birth us. We will take our place at her side.
Our Source (God) is also inside us. We are the nerve endings of our Source. We are the Source expanding outward. We are the voyagers of God. Our Source looks through our eyes. Our Source is closer to us than we dare to think, closer than our breathing and the beating of our hearts.
We are inside our Source and our Source is inside us. We are our Source sourcing. We are Source-erors in the best sense of the term.
Like dolphins leaping into the air and plashing back into the ocean, we are forever fleeing God (our Source) and forever returning. Even when fleeing we never move away, only into other realms. Fleeing is our duty as voyagers. But we always report back.
This is true for all humans everywhere on the globe, no matter their politics, religion, or creed. Every human is re-Source-full. Every human is born of the Source and is the Source borning. Every human is fleeing. Every human is returning. We are all this together.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
not two, not even one
We can think about our beliefs. That means we can step outside our beliefs and look at them. When we are outside our beliefs, where are we?
We can be aware of our thinking about our beliefs. That means we can step outside our thinking. When we are outside our thinking, where are we?
We can know of our awareness of our thinking about our beliefs. That means we can step outside of our awareness. When we are outside of our awareness, where are we?
We can be aware of our thinking about our beliefs. That means we can step outside our thinking. When we are outside our thinking, where are we?
We can know of our awareness of our thinking about our beliefs. That means we can step outside of our awareness. When we are outside of our awareness, where are we?
vision
Where there is no vision, the people perish
(Proverbs 29:18)
To disparage the phenomenon of self-fulfilling prophecy is a remnant of an outmoded version of science where one supposedly adopts an object-ive and sterile stance of observation, affecting nothing by one's being. Not possible. Every observation is affected by the observer. It's an interactive universe.
Self-fulfilling prophecy is a gift. If we believe in something, we help make it happen. And if many believe it, great change occurs.
Humans are visionary beings. A common vision is already a reality, a reality whose fruits will be forthcoming.
(Proverbs 29:18)
To disparage the phenomenon of self-fulfilling prophecy is a remnant of an outmoded version of science where one supposedly adopts an object-ive and sterile stance of observation, affecting nothing by one's being. Not possible. Every observation is affected by the observer. It's an interactive universe.
Self-fulfilling prophecy is a gift. If we believe in something, we help make it happen. And if many believe it, great change occurs.
Humans are visionary beings. A common vision is already a reality, a reality whose fruits will be forthcoming.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
the jubilee of jubilees
I'm a-tellin' you! The Big Shift is happening right now! The human consciousness state has the chance of opening to new realms. All aboard! If you are looking for consciousness transformation sometime in the future, don't look too far ahead. I'm a-telling you! It's underway. Don't go looking around out there for it. It's an inside job.
morning musings
We come in layers. Beneath all the layers is being. Being has no subject, has no object.
Being is neither lust nor drive nor will nor desire. Being is pure awareness.
"The sage (wise person) acts without making decisions," says Chuang Tzu.
This is not impulse.
Action comes from being. Being is of the Wellspring, the Source.
The Source enters daily life through the action of being. All beyond that is layers (I, me, mine) and metaphor (all the images and stories we make up).
This is why the wisest of all keep silence.
Those who break the silence are called bodhisattvas. But the bodhisattva is another story.
The daily world of humans is a world of story. We love our stories and do not wish to shed them. Beneath and outside them is an entirely different world.
Being is neither lust nor drive nor will nor desire. Being is pure awareness.
"The sage (wise person) acts without making decisions," says Chuang Tzu.
This is not impulse.
Action comes from being. Being is of the Wellspring, the Source.
The Source enters daily life through the action of being. All beyond that is layers (I, me, mine) and metaphor (all the images and stories we make up).
This is why the wisest of all keep silence.
Those who break the silence are called bodhisattvas. But the bodhisattva is another story.
The daily world of humans is a world of story. We love our stories and do not wish to shed them. Beneath and outside them is an entirely different world.
Friday, November 27, 2009
self construction
I know two people.
Let us call them Macaroni and Zucchini.
Macaroni lives by his three main constructs of "Hard Work," "Doggone Politicians!," and "Financial Success." Zucchini's three main constructs are "Flow," "Paradox," and "Eternal Springtime." One can see why Macaroni and Zucchini could have a difficult time communicating. Fortunately, Macaroni understands "Paradox" and Zucchini comprehends "Hard Work."
How does this happen? How do people get so far apart in their construction of the world?
We invent ourselves through successive approximation.
In early childhood we help shape our character by accepting a set of terms (constructs) by which we construct ourselves. We select from the menu offered by stories, songs, televised images, and the examples of those around us.
As teens, we often shed these constructs (or at least attempt to) in favor of a new set and thus a new identity. Now we define ourselves in those terms, terms which often exasperate our previous co-constructionists whom we now regard as knowing nothing.
Unless we concretize our constructs by staring into the eyes of our very own narcissistic Medusa, we will shed that identity also.
The healthy person will make this ongoing process conscious, gradually developing a set of core constructs aligned with the rhythms of the universe itself.
Let us call them Macaroni and Zucchini.
Macaroni lives by his three main constructs of "Hard Work," "Doggone Politicians!," and "Financial Success." Zucchini's three main constructs are "Flow," "Paradox," and "Eternal Springtime." One can see why Macaroni and Zucchini could have a difficult time communicating. Fortunately, Macaroni understands "Paradox" and Zucchini comprehends "Hard Work."
How does this happen? How do people get so far apart in their construction of the world?
We invent ourselves through successive approximation.
In early childhood we help shape our character by accepting a set of terms (constructs) by which we construct ourselves. We select from the menu offered by stories, songs, televised images, and the examples of those around us.
As teens, we often shed these constructs (or at least attempt to) in favor of a new set and thus a new identity. Now we define ourselves in those terms, terms which often exasperate our previous co-constructionists whom we now regard as knowing nothing.
Unless we concretize our constructs by staring into the eyes of our very own narcissistic Medusa, we will shed that identity also.
The healthy person will make this ongoing process conscious, gradually developing a set of core constructs aligned with the rhythms of the universe itself.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
voyage within
"Know thyself." As intranauts, we follow the inbreath, in and in and in to the core, our core. As extranauts, we follow the outbreath, to infinity in all directions, to our expansive limits, knowing there is always a beyond.
When our awareness sinks within, we see all the "stuff" with which we have stuffed ourselves, our outrages and inrages, our fears and shrinkings, our name(s) we have made for ourselves, our favorite images and holographic movies -- all the asteroidal debris that lives and whirls within us. As we continue following the inbreathing of our minds, we move past the debris and come to a darkly shining inner core, our sphere of being. We rest calmly within.
This is the core of our being. Always existing. Always here, even when we don the superficial clothing we call ourselves, the persona, the mask which tries but cannot conceal the pulsations of universal energy at our core, that is our core.
When we follow the outbreath of awareness from this core, we find that nothing exists except this universal energy which assumes the "ten thousand" shapes and formings. Dogs, cats, galaxies, people, trees -- all living breathing manifestations of this lifeforce which springs from our very core and calls us all into being.
When our awareness sinks within, we see all the "stuff" with which we have stuffed ourselves, our outrages and inrages, our fears and shrinkings, our name(s) we have made for ourselves, our favorite images and holographic movies -- all the asteroidal debris that lives and whirls within us. As we continue following the inbreathing of our minds, we move past the debris and come to a darkly shining inner core, our sphere of being. We rest calmly within.
This is the core of our being. Always existing. Always here, even when we don the superficial clothing we call ourselves, the persona, the mask which tries but cannot conceal the pulsations of universal energy at our core, that is our core.
When we follow the outbreath of awareness from this core, we find that nothing exists except this universal energy which assumes the "ten thousand" shapes and formings. Dogs, cats, galaxies, people, trees -- all living breathing manifestations of this lifeforce which springs from our very core and calls us all into being.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
perfect love
"Perfect love casts out fear." (I John 4:18)
Love requires the annihilation of our self, our stances, our posturings, our cajolings, our whinings, our sarcasms -- all that good gooey stuff we treasure and are convinced is us;
that stuff piled up over the years on which we have planted our flag and colonized as an unassailable force;
that view of ourselves as righteous and the rest of the world as wrong.
Without this release, we continue to dwell in fear, with no love except for that which agrees with our colon-ization. Imperfect love, which is not love at all.
Perfect love is surrender. Rumi said it well: "Whoever brought me here will have to take me home." Total abandon to That-Which-Breathes-Us -- our Source and our Destination.
Love requires the annihilation of our self, our stances, our posturings, our cajolings, our whinings, our sarcasms -- all that good gooey stuff we treasure and are convinced is us;
that stuff piled up over the years on which we have planted our flag and colonized as an unassailable force;
that view of ourselves as righteous and the rest of the world as wrong.
Without this release, we continue to dwell in fear, with no love except for that which agrees with our colon-ization. Imperfect love, which is not love at all.
Perfect love is surrender. Rumi said it well: "Whoever brought me here will have to take me home." Total abandon to That-Which-Breathes-Us -- our Source and our Destination.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
the point of silence
I cannot reveal all I know. Not because I do not want to, but because it cannot be put into words. Not even if I were the most learned erudite vocabularian ever existing.
Jesus spoke in parables and in sayings obscure to common sense. Buddha and Chuang Tzu told stories and spoke in metaphor. Muhammad spoke what was told to him and could not speak what was not told.
To see in the dark requires that one look indirectly at the object. But it is more than that. Lao Tzu said it well: The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
As long as we are talking, we are beside the point. So all we can do is point. The best words point without getting in the way of the point. Each of us takes a look for ourselves.
On this Thanksgiving, when I ask myself what I am thankful for, I begin with a list and end in a deep and rich silence.
Jesus spoke in parables and in sayings obscure to common sense. Buddha and Chuang Tzu told stories and spoke in metaphor. Muhammad spoke what was told to him and could not speak what was not told.
To see in the dark requires that one look indirectly at the object. But it is more than that. Lao Tzu said it well: The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
As long as we are talking, we are beside the point. So all we can do is point. The best words point without getting in the way of the point. Each of us takes a look for ourselves.
On this Thanksgiving, when I ask myself what I am thankful for, I begin with a list and end in a deep and rich silence.
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