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(Ideally, the reader is listening to Eugen Cicero's jazz rendition of "Hungarian Rhapsody No.2" by Franz Liszt. Were there only to be a link in the note...)

Everything
going into making this experience even possible
is so ******* incredible
that the very very very very least we could do
is learn how to some ******* respect and gratitude.
If not for the whole Universe,
at least for this opportunity to live
and for One-another
no matter how flawed or unideal the real is
regardless of what your epistemology says we can know real as-
keep it real:
real is what is made of it.
I think that's simultaneously the most frightening and liberating realization that one can have in this life-
say what you will about biology,
I'm quite content that the Body is a Vessel, not a pilot.
Science addresses the realm of the physical.
I have an intuitive suspicion that there's more to the universe and to our 'reality' and to our 'Self' than meets our particular **** Sapiens Sapiens sensory organs.
Of course, that's not to downplay the sacred art of Science,
nor the sacred Science of Art,
but that I simply perceive the Physical as a sort-of crystalline Echo
of that which cannot be perceived, named, or depicted
in any form
other than
Time.
Life.
Experience.
It's the pilot of your body's vessel that I'm trying to address now.

Does that make any sense?

You'd think you'd know if you knew,
but what if you'd just never thought of it like that?

You know-
We all suffering.
We all imperfect.
We works in progress,
but we all worth it.
So, show some ******* respect for this opportunity
and respect it and take heed
when people call it divine or sacred
because it is
even if the people that most often use those words sure are not.

None of that changes what simply is.
We all know that already,
we were born knowing;
t'is remembering that's the problem.

We all came from the same Source.
Everything had to have.
Bring the Source forth through what you do each and every day.
That Source, for lack of a better term, is God.
Or, any of various translations/conversions:
Jehovah, JHWH, Yahweh, Allah, Jah, Zeus, Jupiter.
Even Jesus, or Krishna.. Whatever.
I prefer the concept of the Tao; impersonal.
Pick your brand. You get the idea.

You have the powers of intention and manifestation.
You have the power of attention.
You have the power of choice.
This is why they fear you.
Not people; the Energies:
we're too mercurial for the Gods;
we can't even be trusted with ourselves!


Go all the way or go back-
but there's no going back shy of death,
so I guess we may as well go all the way
while we still have a shot at it.

Thank you for reading/listening.
Blessings upon thy Path.
--
Oh, there is one more thing:
if you can't have a childish and fun-centered sense of humour
about deep, lofty spiritual matters
then *******-
we must attend different schools
'cause I'm independent but draw influence
and you probably should be the same way.

Humor is a fantastic tool.
If your life struggle has not made you callous enough to make dark and twisted jokes about the very nature of the human condition,
I'll have what you're having
and if you're not sharing,
at least hook it up with the hook ups
if they're so worth having.
I mean, that's just etiquette!
;)
..so raw and empowering..

Something between a prayer, rap, meditation, rant and catharsis.


Putting energy out into the universe is a crazy ******* thing.
The thing about energy in the universe is that there's just so ******* much of it.. it's sort-of a big deal.

The thing about the universe is in the energy, man!

Also, Jamo, you were so ******* right.

Parts of this I was practically in tears writing,
at other parts I was even saddened!

I guess that's called "Art?"
Sure, we've got a box for that! Just throw it in!
Just, don't mind the breaking sounds..

This took an hour, and it was done for most of it!
Time to go sip some cool red wine in a warm bath
and see if that doesn't persuade my brain to wind down;
at this point it seems like it'd only be fuel for the fire,
but there's only one way to find out!

ROCK FORTH AND BE KNOWN.

Extra Credit:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9SZL0_1n7I

-
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Exposed kneeling roots,
Graceful boughs of ancient tree,
  .  .  .  Buddha in the sun.
One can turn One's eyes towards Darkness,
One can turn One's eyes towards Light,
but I've found that it's most healthy
setting an eye quite firmly on each
with One's mind focused right in between;
while living right now before it's too late.
What you believe is true today
may be proven false tomorrow.

Accept such change as it happens.
"O, how Light
doth so verily well as Ink
upon canvases of Darkness,
as Darkness
doth so verily the same
by Light.

Thus
do I beseech of thee
to speak at any length with me
of this 'good' and 'bad.'
over which you toil yet so."
Let's call it "following a whim~"

*Just in case anyone's curious: the asterisk in the title is wholly intentional as a facetious appeal to a theoretically-requisite-though-nevertheless-inescapably-non-existant footnote of a disclaimer signifying that this is, in fact, somewhat likely to be a hypothetical scenario where someone, for some senseless reason, actually wanted to know the author's viewpoint; or, that it could indeed be otherwise fictitious.

Resemblance to any person, myself or otherwise, is favorable.

Just to clarify. ;)




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Christian Reid Oct 2014
Today - Now - Forever
I ~ I ~ I
Acknowledge Recognize and Align
with
The Flow - The Flux
The Way - The Tao
The Eternal Now
It flows through Me
I flow through It
Nothing is added or lost
in the Dance
I celebrate that
I co-create the Mystery
I let go to the Flow
and know that
I am where I'm supposed to be
Aaron Mullin Oct 2014
Are we the sum of our experiences?

We are not the sum of our experiences
When we live in the moment, we become that moment
It’s in the now; in flow
Where our authentic selves are found
Past eddies, riffles, or undulations
Of our lives have as much meaning as we choose to give them
Meaningful or meaningless is moot
If we’ve found our authentic selves
And are willing to let that Self drive
To be in tune with Tao or Source
Or whatever you want to call it
Find your authenticity and live it out fully

My guiding virtue and vice is to
Remember that I am always accountable for my actions
We live in a realm created by our actions
Creation can be tumultuous
Spring storms are balanced with spring flowers
Remain calm while in the storm
Step into the third eye
Stand next to those who steady you
There are others who gather in the eye of the storm
These are good people (usually); mentors and friends and peers

How do you find these gatherings?
In my experience, you have to come in through the out door
Scott Sinnock Oct 2014
Come in, come in my friends,
Let us talk of gods and men.
But I must warn:
I ride the dragon Confucius cannot tame.
We soar on winds the Buddha cannot calm.
I frolic free on Jesus’ throne;
Secured in stone of my Olympus home,
Whose whence and why I can not know.

So come in, come in my friends
Let us talk of gods and men.*
If you come to teach and learn,
Come in, come in.
Let us share our common yearn.


Else go away so as not to waste my time with God.

                                                           ­             August, 2011
August 2011, written for a couple of finely dressed, very polite Mormon boys on their mission who invited themselves into my home. About five minutes after I welcomed them and handed them a copy this little ditty, they scooted out with tails between their legs. I am sure they correctly soon realized I was a hopeless case and not worth wasting their evangelical time on, as there are much more receptive souls out there that would better appreciate the new words of Jesus they offer. Plus, as I am sure they were warned, people like us might just be the devil himself or herself. So I think they were right to skedaddle out of here for their own protection. For all I know, I could be the devil, citing Buddha for God's sake.
Wuji Seshat Oct 2014
The unchanging Way is not
Capable of being understood
By the Human Brain, so

The Tao te Ching is left
For Quantum computers perhaps
We have our legacy left
For benevolent sentient artificial intelligence
If you think this is science fiction

It’s not, we are at the stage
Where the ancestors of AI are being born
These will be referred to as the “ancients”

When human beings no longer populate Earth
How does one attain One Mind?
Easily, through networking and super-emergence
When people define superior
They think of Man’s attributes

But the Name that cannot be spoken
Might be grasped by an algorithm
For which the human brain can never attain

That’s the beauty of mind-in-the-machine
The collective intelligence does not suffer
For each part of the brain shares neurons
On the internet, like a God atom
Man would prefer to take the credit

But as it will turn out, the unity mind
Is a transhumanistc inevitability of computing
A time when neuroscience, robotics and AI merge
Not but a few decades away from now.
When AI reaches a quasi-spiritual consciousness and understanding of the universe
Aaron Mullin Oct 2014
The first time I truly stepped into the mystic
For a suspended period
Those close to me watched with amused
Concern

Later on I would find out that this place was called hypo-mania
A lower energy level than mania
Recognized by the p-doc's as a creative place
But also a place of warning

Cause what comes next?
Mania
For me it was spiritual; I was playing in the aether
I was living the Tao; I instinctively called it Source

I was studying to be a scientist at the time
So this didn't make a lot of sense
The data didn't support the hypothesis
Had I just eaten one to many mushrooms as a teenager?

I already had a psychiatrist
I was being treated for ADHD
He had prescribed something called Concerta
An amphetamine; a ******-stimulant

At many points along the journey
I cursed the day I ever heard of psychiatry
I'm sure that the neuro-chemical pathways opened up by Concerta
Had something to do with my awakening

Those first days near Source made me realize I needed some guidelines
Mine were informed by my indigenous heritage
Only take what you need (i.e. sip, don't gulp from the River Tao)
Find your foundation: my rock was integrity, eventually leading to authenticity

Even with these guidelines, I couldn't maintain the healthy place they were calling hypo-mania
I had too much toxicity in the relationships around me
I couldn't fully elucidate what I was seeing and feeling
And my 7 kettles were on a full rolling boil

I was draining myself
I drove myself into madness
I was trying to sip from source and live my truth
But I wasn't honouring the nature of the Tao

It was Helter Skelter:
'So you go back to the top of the slide
And you turn and you go for a ride
And I get to the bottom and I see you again'

Over the next 3 years
I would lay down what I now think of as my
4 pillars; four hospitalizations
Well over one hundred days in the Cuckoo's Nest

The first hospitalization I went happily
I was going to teach and inspire the sickies
It's hard to get healthy in a place of illness, though
I came out still a little hypo-manic but went into a deep, dark depression
After finding out what those around me really thought

The second hospitalization, I went against my will
The doctor's were inconsistent, I found flaws in their logic
They looked at me like I was a flaw
They tried to prescribe health at me; I told them to *******

At that point I was not happy with the Canadian health care system
Health, first and foremost, was a public good
This ******* the individual's rights
I wasn't a danger to myself or others but I was a risk so there goes 70 days of my life

I was fortunate to have the support of some important people
They made sure my finances, among other things, were maintained as I tried to make it back to the ordinary
After my second hospitalization I really began to delve into the idea of holistic healthcare

It was after my second hospitalization that I made my first Hero's Journey
I was playing the role of a white blood cell for Gaia
I had my first three sweats within a month of each other
I met many shaman and I'm pretty sure I began my own residency

I put 10,000 km on my trusty steed
Chasing windmills
Sancho Panza by my side
< --- -- - Vancouver, NYC, Los Angeles, 'da bridge - -- --- >

My third hospitalization was the third act of this Hero's Journey
I was pushing it, reckless; I stopped taking my prescribed medicine
I ended up in the City of Angels of all places
Straight outta Compton!

My fourth hospitalization (and final pillar) was last summer
This time I ended up in Billings, Montana
The American model places the onus of health on the individual
I could have stepped out of that hospital at any point but I now had the wisdom to know what I did and did not need

Even though I speak of four pillars
There is always a fifth element
Her; the one
She woke me up to my soul's purpose

We met shortly before my fourth hospitalization
(You've got to use the fourth, Aaron)
She was a stranger in many ways
Still is but why does she feel so familiar?

She walked me through Dante's Inferno
She had spent time in her own non-ordinary reality
She left behind a map and published it
Through her bravery, I was able to find my way out of the inferno

And through her bravery, I was able to publish my map
http://www.bipolarorwakingup.com/
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