Sunday, February 28, 2010

♫We are the People that Might have Been,

You should have gotten in touch with us then♫

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

The strangest feature of these strange times is how ordinary life just goes on while the stage set on which it plays out crumbles from within. Wars that can’t be won continue from day to day as economic enterprises and propaganda stunts. All the industries that profit from war have coffers bursting from swag, while the homeland sinks beneath the weight of manufactured debt. The corporations, in an obscenity of murder for profit and rampaging greed, compete against each other in seeking the limits of unregulated outrage. There seem to be no limits.

The obvious appearances announce themselves with each new day. Behind these appearances are other appearances and behind those are yet more. Finally when the last appearances are stripped away there is nothing. Everything comes out of nothing. We are surrounded by insubstantial ghosts and all of it is part and parcel of a collective dream. The dream changes like the seasons according to an internal clock. The whole length of history is nothing more than the evidence of a series of dreams.

The dreamers are tormented in the midst. They reach out for the objects of desire and in the act of possessing them the value disappears. Now they must protect these things against the hunger of those who do not possess them and have not yet learned the worthlessness of the items. The dreamer’s age and ...their awareness shrinks. It becomes smaller and narrower according to the amount of worthless objects possessed and desired. Along the way the dreamer becomes increasingly more tangled and caught in a web of temporary things which prove to be snares no different than those employed by a woodsman in the wild. Eventually the dreamer is trussed up beyond escape and only death can cut him loose. One does not grow wiser as the result of aging. Generally one grows dimmer.

Nearly all of the world’s inhabitants follow this path into bondage. As the immersion become more and more complete, the finer faculties coarsen. Objective reasoning and divine luminous wisdom seem like something out of myth. The conversations are all about stuff and nonsense. Nearly everyone has agreed that this is what is real and so it seems to become so. It is made seeming real by the collective belief of the deceived. Anyone calling attention to this is made to appear as an enemy of the dream. Waking up is a dangerous game that leads to the madhouses, prisons and gallows. They attract censure and become a pariah This is the usual reward for seeking and speaking the truth or seeking to serve and assist your fellows. It runs contrary to the marketplace and is against the law in a number of ways.

Sooner or later the marketplace determines the nature and application of the laws. At that point humanity goes out the window and become no more than numbers crunching and blood produced from a stone. Politicians say one thing and do another and they do it with a smile. It all appears orderly, in fact, there is too much order. As the system stretches to accommodate practices and principles that have no support mechanism, instability is the constant state and thus requires even more order. When people are left alone they tend to behave in a natural way. The more they are meddled with the more problems appear and the more order is yet again required.

Greater and greater distractions are necessary in order to maintain order with fear and fascination. Those who have fought their way to the top of the anthill have relinquished control over themselves at each stage of their progress. When they get to the top they are completely possessed by the intelligence whose aim is total order and total control externally expressed. This is why they all act the same.

A human being is a vessel and a medium. According to its intentions it becomes a vehicle of light or darkness. As it seeks control over itself, the light advises and guides it. As it seeks control over its fellows, the darkness advises and guides it. The purpose of pressing down on humanity and making life unpleasant is to drive human consciousness into willing servitude under its abuser.

If it were not for the fact that everything is under control, there is no telling how monstrous life might become. It beggars the imagination. Because everything is under control there is a game plan, which includes liberty and freedom as a portion of the end result. It also includes an intricate arrangement of events that brings those who abuse their fellows to the center stage for a cosmic denouement.

The natural course of the evolution of consciousness is a long affair. Unassisted it can take an immense period of time. It is possible to ‘hothouse’ one’s personal evolution of consciousness and succeed at a much more rapid pace. Certain portions of time also contain periods where the opportunity for mass ‘hothousing’ exists. The opportunity has no efficacy or meaning until it is taken advantage of.

When you shoot white light through a prism, you get a series of rays of different colors. Each of these rays is a highway that is traveled by a particular part of humanity. It has characteristics that differ from every other ray. Each ray has a prevailing religious form and is a path that leads to realization of a particular kind. The end result is the same for each ray. The rays are necessary to give life contrast, polarities and variation. It is the mix of the rays that makes life what we see it to be.

There are levels of awareness on each of the rays and distinctive good and bad qualities. At the upper levels of the rays there is a tribalism taking place. Certain people are being drawn to one another. They are here for a purpose although what that is, is not clear.

Studying the appearance and behavior of different generations can grant the observer some interesting and valuable insights. Those who came of age in the 60’s had a lot in common with those who came of age in the 70’s. Every generation is composed of people who were all alive together at a previous time. Those who came of age in the 80’s were radically different. Business and money predominated. In the nineties it was a more shiftless and less capable group. Some of them are still living with their parents. The world is altered by each generation and each generation has its own collective destiny that is different from the others in terms of the experiences and courses taken.

It is of paramount importance to the members of any ray to discover the qualities of that ray in order to take advantage of them. Following the religious/spiritual framework of your ray grants a much higher degree of speed and success than following that of another ray. Engaging in one of the professions of that ray accords the same. It’s a kind of Feng Shui. You might say it is being in the Tao of your nature. You can find out what you need to know by researching those who have discovered the qualities of the rays or you can come upon this information intuitively. Each ray has teachers and guides at all points. The simple act of ‘asking’ can have profound consequence. Most people might think you mad for going into a quiet space and speaking into it with the intention of being heard.

We are befuddled and hindered by the limitations of our bandwidth. We’re certain of what we can perceive within it but uncertain of what lies beyond. It’s good to remember the term, “as above, so below’.

A human birth at this time has the potential to be an extremely fortunate event. This is one of the reasons that so many people are here. Unfortunately, the process of being born and the impact of being in the world have caused most to forget why they came. They are being increasingly reminded with increasing force but the density of the materialism of the time is a difficult hurdle. Those consciously struggling to awaken and to see and who are also serving their fellows as they go are in line for remarkable blessings. It is safe to say they have no idea just how remarkable. There is a phrase in the Bible (I may not get it verbatim) which states. Eye has not seen nor ear heard of the marvels that the Father has stored up for those who seek him.

Even though the road is long and the passage rough; even though you cannot see the gates of the city toward which you are bound you are on your way for so long as your determination and intention hold. These are very much like a car and the petrol which fuels it. There are other desirable qualities as well. Wiser minds are cultivating these things as you read these words. Go and do likewise (grin).

End Transmission.......

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Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Charioteer and the Reins of the Mind.

Not having internet access has provided me with time for many other considerations, as well as contemplation of the essential rather than the representative. Not having the internet, like not having anything, puts the mind into the state of feeling compelled to fix the situation or... gain what is lacking... or remove what is hindering... or however one views or defines it. The truth is that things happen for a reason. One doesn’t have to know what the reason is to know that there is a reason. Nothing happens without a reason, or a cause. Karma is like this.

Good and bad are relative terms for conditions we are attracted or repelled by; what we prefer to experience or prefer to avoid. We don’t know the essential meaning of most things so our idea of good and bad are subjective. This means that what we think to be good may not be and what we think to be bad may not be. In this way we come to war against our own best interests. By example, most people think that death is bad and life is good. Most people think pain is bad and pleasure good. Most people think what most people think and the usual truth is that most people are wrong about many things and the world shows this.

I’ve been reading The Tibetan Book of the Great Liberation. Here is something from that text which will repay careful consideration, especially the last line... “It matters not what name may carelessly be applied to mind; truly mind is one, and apart from mind there is naught else. That unique One Mind is foundationless and rootless. There is nothing else to be realized.”

Of course, realization is one thing but understanding is another. We can realize a great many things but there are many levels of understanding. Understanding comes through surrender; the greater our capacity for Surrender, the greater our capacity for Understanding.

On a number of occasions, I have noticed a certain feature about observed respiration. I’ve noticed that conscious breathing can be an orgasmic experience that easily rivals sex and far surpasses it as well. My limited experience in these matters has resulted in some surprising states of being and it is not possible to convey this in words. Imagine how much lies beyond my limited understanding of the matter. The same is true about a great many things. Our assumption that what can be known is contained in our present state of knowing is a degree of arrogance that also cannot be put into words. The usual reader here is not an example of this but examples abound in this dark period on the planet. Just as you can’t pour water into a vessel that is already filled, you can’t comprehend something you already think you comprehend but...don’t. This is the meaning of Christ’s exhortation to become as a little child.

It has taken me a long time to obtain the visceral realization that I don’t make things happen and that everything is already under control. My efforts at making things happen appear to me to be obstructions in the way of life’s perfect ease in making everything that should appear, flower perfectly in its appointed moment. The unease; impatience, resistance, worry and concern well as all of the other devil’s pitchforks that accompany our need to control life are some of the things that make life a burden and an annoyance.

Many of us grasp intellectually that we should just move with the flow of what life intends for us and reap the bounty of the cosmic love that materializes in and around us but we go right ahead and muck it up regardless by insisting that we know best what we require and just exactly how to go about getting it. This is where all the push and shove comes from and this is the source of the tension anyone is aware of as they move through the byways of this crowded world. Most of us suffer from it and most of us contribute to it and we get back on our investment with interest. Even when we know we are going against our own best interests we insist on continuing to do so. It’s a marvel and a mystery.

It is impossible to state in words just how remarkable life becomes when we let go of it and allow The Charioteer to take the reins, which we might even feel in our own hands, as well as the mind of The Charioteer simultaneously. That’s the One Mind guiding the ‘seemingly’ separated mind toward union, which is the direction it naturally goes in no matter what direction it goes in.

We think we can see around the corner but we can’t. We could see around the corner if we weren’t doing the seeing. Many of the readers here are aware that there is a charioteer but for some reason we think he’s busy somewhere on important affairs of the cosmos which don’t necessarily, or only incidentally, include us. The fact of the matter is that The Charioteer is rooted in our minds- our being- and is never anywhere else at any time and everywhere at the same time. We might think of ourselves as The Chariot. I often think of my body as a horse and on occasion, in more rarified states of mind, actually experience this to some degree.

The mind is like an ocean... restless and always coming and going like the tides. Very often, while in a more rarified state of mind, I can see horses galloping into the shore and their manes billowing in the whitewater of the waves. One might almost imagine the world is an ocean and all those waves pounding on the shores of the day to day are composed of millions of horses always arriving and never arrived. There are some who take objection to my more rarified states of mind or the mediums I occasionally use to get there. Some not only know what is best for them but they know what is best for me too. I feel lucky in that respect because I don’t know at all about any of it. Truth be told, the mediums vary and sometimes they are as au natural as it gets. The point is getting there by whatever medium. We could tortoise and hare this to death but there’s no point in that.

I’ve said on occasion that those who love much are forgiven much. I could also say that the divine is impressed by one’s intensity to experience the divine and is far less concerned with whatever mechanisms one might employ to do it. This isn’t relevant to the point of this piece. It just showed up on its own for whatever the reason. By the same token, the divine doesn’t care if we are a Christian or a Moslem or a Hindu. The divine doesn’t care if we chant or pray... kneel or stand. It’s the intention and intensity of the heart and the direction of it that counts far, far more than whatever rituals or practices we engage in. None of these things are permanent ends. Not many of us get in our car to drive somewhere and then sit in our car once we get there, with the motor running, as if that were the point.

For some reason we know what’s best for us and, by extension, we know what’s best for everyone else as well. As long as we know all of this we can be certain that we are pretty much wrong at both ends of the spectrum. We fill our minds with concepts and structures of an infinite variety. We build intricate architectures; temporary projections into mental space, according to long existing blueprints that get changed with every age and we call it truth. Our mind gardens become so cluttered we can’t tell the weeds from the flowers and wherever the path used to be... who knows where that went?

The point is to unclutter the mind, not the other way around. The purpose is to empty the mind so that what really is can be isolated and highlighted because, once you empty the mind, what really is, is all that remains. It’s pretty simple... too simple... let’s just add a whole lot of things. Let’s dress it up until we can’t see it any more. Yeah, that’s it. Heh, heh... it would be funny if it wasn’t so painful but it only hurts when I laugh.

My warm and enduring greetings to you all and an especial bon voyage to that sincere pilot in Austin who made his statement in his own way. I don’t know the right or the wrong of it but it sure looks like he had a great many of us in mind when he did it and you can’t doubt his commitment.

From The Tibetan Book of the Great Liberation;

“The Non-Created is the Non-Visible. By knowing the invisible Voidness and the Clear Light through not seeing them separately, there being no multiplicity in the Voidness - one's own clear mind may be known, yet the Thatness is not knowable.

Mind is beyond nature, but is experienced in bodily forms. The realization of the One Mind constitutes the “All Deliverance.” Without the mastery of the mental processes there can be no realization. Similarly, although sesame seed is the source of oil, and milk the source of butter, not until the seed is pressed and the milk churned do oil and butter appear.

Although sentient beings are of the Buddha essence itself, not until they realize this can they attain Nirvana. Even a cowherd [or an illiterate person] may by realization attain Liberation.

To Give oneself, body, speech, and heart, to the cause of Holy Truth, is the best and highest occupation, O ye Tingri folk.

Wealth and riches are illusory, loaned for a moments use; show not overfondness for them, neither hoard them, Tingri folk.

One's kindred are alluring visions, glamorous mirages; break the tie, sever the knot of sentiment, O Tingri folk.

Fatherland and homes are transient, even as a nomads camp; let not fondness bind you to them; renounce all things, O Tingri folk.

Even on one's birthday morning, omens of one's death appear; ever be alert and watchful; waste not time, O Tingri folk.

One pointedly devote yourself to the Sacred Dharma Path; it shall be in the hour of death, your Guide and Boat O Tingri folk.”

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