Don't Fit the Profile

In updating my

LinkedIn

profile, there is a realization that a lot has changed over the past 10 months. This realization brings up the point that unlike most

professionals on LinkedIn

, I no longer fit into a bright, upwardly arcing, potential-rich profile. What has changed? Well, for one, I am no longer actively self-employed, employed by an outside company or freelancing as a hired gun in any meaningful way. I have no outside income from these practices and I am not actively seeking employment. There is no active Résumé, no list of accomplishments in which to seek or entice a respected employer. There is no one at the office working to be a better office worker. There is a dearth of professional accomplishments added to the story of 'me'. Oh dear, what is to be done? Admittedly, I am

not

what networking should be - I am, as it were,

UnlinkedIn

.

What can this mean? Well, for one, there are no engagements, meetups, conventions, seminars, interviews, frantic emails or tweets, no second interviews, or followups on this calendar. It appears that I have failed the number one priority of LinkedIn, in which one actively constructs relationships with desirable professionals who will in turn consider one for future opportunities. To whom does this position offer value? To whom might this condition of

unlinkableness

be useful? There will be no Harvard Business School grads or Fortune 500 companies actively searching my credentials and skill set to hire me for their next big design project. Boo hoo.

In considering our relationship to the purpose in life, our life purpose, there arises a sense of balance and clearness of purpose, of

Being

. As with previous posts '

Apparent Loss of Control

','

Drop the Concept'

,'

Infinity Deep

', and '

Changeless

'

An interpretation of this search for the true self is explored. Discovery of our true nature, our natural state of being, is of the utmost importance and can be considered the path of life purpose- your alignment with what is and acceptance of your purpose to and in life.

The previous posts all dealt with using the self inquiry of 'Who Am I” to get to the point where you know

what you are not.

Once this is made aware to you, there is a deeper understanding of the true self, that which is beyond the misinformed, misdirected and mislabeled identification with a false, external 'me'. Using the present moment as a springboard for this self inquiry, one can find that the true 'I' is far more expansive and 'real' than the reality our conditioning would have us believe. All the rest of our roles we play on a daily basis fit inside life, not the other way around. Our roles as Manager, Mommy, Daddy, Grandparents, brother, sister, professional all fit into this container of life. Work is not life, well, not for everybody. There is nothing external to life that you are defined by in reality. You may associate certain thoughts, patterns, behaviors and beliefs, all coming from the mind-made projection you call your life to life, but it is not. There is the Being part of the human being that is causeless, changeless, aligned with the Source of the Universe and beyond the need for an identity other than what it is. It just is, Being means that you can just 'be'. Nothing to add or do in order to be who you really are- consciousness aware of consciousness aware of itself in consciousness. It doesn't even require a name. Oneness- connected, done.

The last 10 months of battling head and neck cancer has been a journey to find the real purpose of life beyond this identification of 'me'. Who Am I? What is my relationship to the purpose of life? Am I really willing to love? Am I really ready to let go of the false self that is a SS#, a male, a graphic designer, a cancer patient, a tax payer, a statistic? What is there beyond this? These types of questions lay bare any and all pretenses that surround the purpose of life and one's purpose to life. Facing the falling away of this mortal body, what is there really to cling to based on my profile on LinkedIn? Is being dead or half dead a reason to be conflicted about one's profile? Sure, there is relevance to being fully immersed in life, having a successful career, raising a family and perpetuating oneself beyond this timeframe of existence. To be honest, what really matters is that one can awaken to the true reality of 'Who Am I' and be at peace with the results of this inquiry. Knowing, as Mooji says, 'That which is can never not be' is the primary result of not being overly concerned with being dead or half dead and needing to it to be 'okay' within a social construct, a concept.

What has occurred in this healing/surviving cancer process is that what is not a part of life, what is not true, what is not love, what is not peace, what is not joy, what is not health, what is not oneness, what is not acceptance, what is not spirit, what is not eternal has fallen away. I look behind me on my morning walks and there is no past to convict, no future to obsess about, no worry about what will be or will not be. It is what it is. No great displays of visions, fireworks, old poets, holy emanations, burning shrubbery or pillars of smoke or flying saucers. The mind ceases to chatter incessantly, there is more expanse for the beauty of each new moment, each new day, more stillness and an appreciation for the space surrounding things and the things contained within those spaces. Simple, honest gratefulness for the present moment and a love and trust that the NOW is perfect, nothing to do, nothing to strive for, nothing to be changed, nothing to contend with or strive to 'be'. In fact, there is just being- which is a full time occupation. There is no regret, no remorse, no sense of right or wrong, no caring or not caring. It is and that's fine. So I guess 'being' has become an occupation, if one finds that necessary. There is also the seeking aspirant who is being broadened and deepened to understanding and knowing of self realization. 'Who Am I' is the gateway to discovering what this journey holds. Until next time, it feels pretty good to be UnlinkedIn.

One Love

Zomperz and the Voodoo Queen

Over the course of self inquiry and getting to know, on a personal level, the reality of 'Who Am I?', the last few weeks have brought insight, awareness and blessings. Self inquiry is, for the most part, a way of finding out what one is not and knowing the true self. Reflections and observations are meant to clear any blockages and examine what remains. Our personal relationship to the willingness to love (in totality) is definitive of how we flow with life. Opening to love is the open door to life, and expansion into life. Resistance to love or fear is a lessening, a contraction of what that potential is. What we see in ourselves as true in this regard can be seen in others. We are all connected so what is true about the totality of truth and the nature of love is true universally. There is only one source.

Wanted to share a recollection of two distinct and memorable individuals encountered while working years ago in video production. These two people, a dude I'll call '

Zomperz

' and and a lady I'll call '

The Voodoo Queen

', were two keen examples of soul, humanity and coming to grips with who we think we are. There are no judgments or condemnation of the characterizations and the actual individuals referred to as Zomperz and the Voodoo Queen, as they only acted on what they knew ho to do. Their story, intertwines with the process of self discovery and the seeking of the true nature of our being.

At the time of encountering these folks, I was not really in a place to offer them much more than respect and a kind of space to have as much room as they needed for their space. Perhaps the following can be seen as judgmental, but now, in the present moment, there is only love and respect for them.

Zompers and the Voodoo Queen are two opposites of egoic personality traits (they themselves are fine and perfect) one being an extremely extroverted personality, the Voodoo Queen, and Zompers being the opposite. This is their tale.

Two extremes of personality. The internalized emotional recluse and the bombastic, on the edge extrovert both operating from sadness, fear and a false sense of control. Both sought wholeness. Both did not realize that they are whole, but chose to identify themselves with a mind-made image of who they perceived themselves to be. The human and the being in them are not integrated, not understood to be whole and the resulting forms identified with each of these persons lead to their fear-based actions and suffering.

Zomperz was self destructive in that he did not want to look at the true cause of his suffocating sadness, experience it fully, or go deeper to transcend it. Going deeper, looking at what is bothering oneself, finding a willingness to do so is sometimes enough to start the inquiry as to why one is suffering and experiencing separateness and anti-social behavior. It is private and one has to find the strength to surrender to this very vulnerable but necessary clearing process. Usually, this involves the assistance of trained professionals, however the human spirit is capable of undertaking the journey. Zomperz amazing ability to wall his being off from others was the result of his internalized pain that he chose to believe was his true self. His suffering, palpable and persistent, radiated such an agonizing energy, he repulsed nearly everyone he met as no one knew how to approach his internal suffering on that intense level. No one truly wants to be around somebody so emotionally scarred and negative that they cannot even recognize another in the room, let alone communicate. So contracted and withdrawn was Zomperz that he identified with the suffering as his true nature. He became it. He radiated it. It oozed from him. Of course, odd behavior of diet, obsessive/compulsive practices, peculiar self-destructive comments and a thousand mile stare gave his countenance the appearance of someone deeply disturbed and haunted. Yet Zomperz needed the company of others because he could no longer stand what he let himself become. On one occasion, he stalked a crew member's girlfriend he was obsessing over and had a restraining order placed to keep him away from her. There was a lot bubbling under the surface of a disturbingly quiet exterior. He craved separateness, but hated to be alone. The days and nights lost in thought only made the walls higher, the world pushed back further to the edges of the Zomperz universe. The sadness and emptiness were so palpable in Zomperz presence as to feel it within a few yards of his physical body. By shunning all approaches of folks who sought to alleviate his suffering if only through a chat or cup of coffee, Zomperz 'controlled' his world view and his idea of his sad sack self exactly as he needed it to be. Zomperz false sense of control only left him more guarded and paranoid about what others said about him. By not going deeper into the actual cause of the sadness and the possibility of transcending it, Zomperz was swimming in the 'deliciousness' of his suffering and tasting it daily. His suffering self was more real and acceptable than his true nature, unconditional love.

The Voodoo Queen, on the other hand, sought attention and conflict to feed the external and separate idea of herself almost every minute. Her total separateness, while similar to Zomperz, was from the same unconditional love in her extreme extroverted self. Conflict fed the Voodoo Queen's need to manifest herself larger in the world by being aggressive, loud, emotional and supercharged. In an excited state, there literally was no room for another personality within 20 feet of her. Alternately or consecutively a superior high-powered bible-thumping teacher and an abused victim, she used both polarities in service to raise or lower herself above each person she met. If the person she encountered were to be considered above or below her pre-defined status, she adopted the explosive bible quoting teacher role or the hapless victim of sorrows. Her willingness to look deeper and transcend her sadness was avoided, like Zomperz, as long as she could focus on her persona as the strident, bombastic evangelical firebrand or the weeping victim cursed and outcast from society. Usually dragging her two teenage daughters reluctantly behind her in a trail of tears, screams, chaos and dynamic public outbursts of emotion, the Voodoo Queen with daughters in tow was a maelstrom of unfocused energy. The Voodoo Queen was an enigmatic public access television personality who completely identified with her mind made persona. She was the spiritually enlightened caribbean bible teacher and the cast away, persecuted victim of the American Government system of control. Both of course, were a type of mental construct meant to make greater or less than anyone she encountered. This fulfilled her ego's need to have power over/under anyone she came in contact with. She could be a supplicant when she did not understand how she could satisfy herself through the use of the public access studio and personnel or demanding and virulently oppressive when she could use the system to her advantage. Both approaches avoided the need to look internally at what was making her sad and unrealized in her true nature which is unconditional love. Just easier and more ego satisfying for her to go on with the delusions. She left a trail of lawsuits and counter lawsuits in which she demanded restitution for all who has slighted her and a reprieve from the oppressors who sought the removal of her freedom and personal liberties. Each of the daughters were also accumulating an impressive amount of legal attack and defense scenarios in their young lives compliments of Mom's conditioning and hand-me-down fears.

At the parting of ways of these two personalities, both had not yet come to the realization
that they were operating from a limited and narrow self view. Suffering has a way to bring the being to a place where it cannot be tolerated any longer. Like Eckhart Tolle and Byron Katie, suffering can be the catalyst of change and personal liberation. Perhaps on their individual journeys, Zomperz and the Voodoo Queen have found liberation and the true nature of their being, unconditional love here in the present moment, the wholeness and joy of NOW. They deserve it. No one deserves to suffer.

Today, I realize there are a lot of Zomperz and Voodoo Queen archetypes that operate out of a sense of separateness and sadness. Again, there is no judgement, only the knowing that this sometimes leads to a real awakening of the true self. It is as it is. Knowing too, that my connectedness to all of humanity must be dealt with in respect, humility and service to others with sincere love and gratitude. No one is perfect in all aspects of the journey.

The deeper we go into the present moment, the only time we ever have, the more we can realize our true nature is love and connectedness.

One Love

Changeless

Changeless is a series of quotes from spiritual teachers and others who are pointing toward our true nature and awakening. Accompanied by the original music track '

Ching Theory

' from Psiplex, this short clip is shared in respect and love for who you are -you. Please take a few moments to view the clip and read further on the blog for more subjects like the '

Apparent Loss of Control

' and finding

Divinity

in ordinary life. Please share your experiences in the comments link below. One Love!

Changeless from Psiplex on Vimeo.

Comics - A Reverie

The Friday evening ritual usually began around 7:00 pm when My Father would drop over to my Mother's place to pick me up for the weekend. After initial greetings, he was promptly fleeced for three dollars so I could make the pilgrimage to comic book heaven, also known as the Meinz Drug Store on West 7

th

Avenue. Nestled among the declining skyline, the drug store was presided over by Mrs. Meinz, a short, terse woman in her 60's who was quite a beautiful but inscrutable character. Mrs. Meinz typically had a small flock of compatriots with her throughout the day at the drug store and they babbled incessantly no matter what time of day one entered. Although the small comfortable store had an old fashioned soda bar where, depending on the mood of Mrs. Meinz, might offer refreshment, it usually did not. Unexpectedly down for whatever reason she determined, it would suddenly become available if she knew you, but only if it was quick, wasn't messy and you had pretty close to exact change. The cash register, at the entrance of the store was a walk she didn't really want to make, so having change ready was better if you wanted a delicious bubbling Coca-Cola or a ice cream sundae. Just don't overdue the requests, got it? 

The most delicious aspect of the pilgrimage, however, was the super-up-to-date comics at the comic book alter- the big magazine rack that magnetically pulled and beckoned the second after entering. Row upon row of super heros, adventures, space battles, movie comics, rare issues of comic periodicals and the thrilling surprise of the very latest issues. If you missed one week, coming back always promised you could catch up and there were always the past issues available to catch up with.

The most incredible magnetism pulled this 13 year old through the door to zone out on the supercharged racks of the comics offering an oasis in a world of rules and baffling life circumstances. It wasn't the direct result of a demographic assault on the target demographic (me and my buds) as it was a direct influence of the overwhelming magic of the comics themselves. You see, they were a vehicle of rare transport, a way out of the mundane and stifling world of ordinary teen foibles, confusion and angst. Just getting near the row after row of pulsing, life giving comics racks was enough to make the heart race, the mind sparkle with energy and the oily, wrinkled dollars issue forth from jean pockets. Each Friday evening, before going to stay at my Father's house for the weekend, (parents separated, then divorced) the quick run up to the drugstore to purchase comics was the safe assurance I would survive the utter adult-created boredom of the weekend. This weekly pilgrimage to see what had been released, what issue was continuing, what begins, what concludes was a journey of intense purpose and meaning.

Comics and

alternative comics

were a language spoken only to the hearts of those who dared receive their mystical powers. The writers and illustrators so good, so skilled, their efforts were transparent to the beautifully crafted stories that buoyed our school-soaked lives, liberating us if only temporarily. A direct marketing push wasn't effective. The incredible insight of the writing combined with the visceral illustrations packaged to perfection by the editors and publishing were the sought-after addiction we all craved and loved. Today, many, many years later there is great gratitude and thanks to the comic industry that provided the coolness, imagination, wonder and pure magic that inhabited our lives. Without the wonderment and sweet imagination of these good folks, life would have been lessened in a measurable way. I have an

attitude of gratitude

! Hats off to all of the folks in the industry who have given us this wonderful life boost and journey. Mrs Meinz would approve.

One Love

Infinity Deep

Owning your life experience brings one to the fulfillment of our human longing to be whole. What is it you really, really want? Basic to our humanity is love, freedom and to be a part of the inclusive whole, the connection to all life. Wholeness being totality- mind body soul in complete harmony and alignment. No conflict with anyone or anything. Oneness. Needing these qualities causes invites a great deal of problems that relate to our perceived separateness from them. The 'human' portion of our human being is the most afraid because the oneness wrests control away from the human's ego, or mind made self. We are the totality but have a false sense of a limited self identified as 'me'. We are taking the belief, an idea of 'me' as the totality which causes suffering and confusion. The 'me' we take to be ourselves is but a fraction of the whole and yet convinces us we are whole if only we do more, achieve more, invent a better personal self. This identity with this image of 'me' leads to separation from the whole and is perceived as 'me' and 'others'. Protecting this 'me' and its accompanying ego becomes the main focus of some lives. It is not freedom and it is not the way to success achieving freedom.

Being an achiever and a success is a conditioned role we adopt which results in taking us away from our true nature. Ever notice that doing something you love requires no effort? Playing a role at home, at school at the office that is really not you is full of effort. By accepting a role that is not truly who you are in reality, you suffer and lose alignment with the natural harmony you have just being you. Refusing to acknowledge the power you have in the present moment, the truth of the moment-Now. Basing the false sense of accomplishment in a past or future event is again, suffering.

Canadian spiritual teacher Burt Harding has a great series on YouTube that explains a lot of what this article points to. Burt Harding has over 300 video clips available for viewing at the

Burt Harding YouTube Channel

Simple, humble, clear and concise, Burt Harding speaking on love and our true nature is worth a look. No saint / guru/leader issues or even an ego at all, just an informal, gentle wisdom in lessons. Easy to get right to the lessons without any crap. There are also free PDF teachings at

BurtHarding.com

to download for free.

My journey in battling cancer

has been an open door to explore the question at the beginning of this article “ What do you really, really want?” Honestly, to know who 'I' really am, to know the truth about life, its purpose and what I owe to life. So what is it one can do to find out about the true self? Just be. Ask yourself in a quiet moment 'Who Am I?” investigate and feel it through, surprise yourself. in a still quiet moment, honestly ask yourself this simple question. Just be. Listen and be.

One Love

Drop the Concept

To collect and distribute concepts has made a lot of players big bank. Collecting and repackaging content has become industries within industries perpetuating the seed until it is unrecognizable and perfidious. The purchase of concepts has taken reign over many who strive for better ways of delusion. The collection, distribution, purchase and use of concepts has artificially illuminated dark patches of shadow that never existed outside of energy stirred up by concepts. The collection, distribution, purchase, use of and practice of concepts has given rise to the mind's world.

The abandonment and dissolution of concepts has made a lot of players big bank. Abandoning and dissolving concepts pays the individual in seeing, awakening and truth. Only those abandoned and dissolved concepts are transparent enough for seeing, awakening and truth to shine through and permeate. It is in the letting go that the merging takes place. Like letting a garment fall off the body, the dropping of a concept and breathing in of the inexistence of the concept is liberating as it returns the one to the fullness of being. At and in the present moment, no pretense, no conflict, no concept, no reason to be other than now. No magic, no trumpets, volleys or visions from Dreamworks or ancient mystical globs. You, the real you in stillness, in gratitude, in timeless peace. The real nature in you

alive

. Providing this quote from one of the greats- you can read a poem about the 'Bidi Baba', Sri Nasirgadatta Maharaj called "

All Ever Is

".

More about his teachings

on Wikipedia.

"The very idea of going beyond the dream is illusory. Why go

anywhere? Just realize that you are dreaming a dream you call the

world, and stop looking for ways out. The dream is not your problem.

Your problem is that you like one part of your dream and not another.

Love all, or none of it, and stop complaining. When you have seen

the dream as a dream, you have done all that need be done."

"Your own self is your ultimate teacher. The outer teacher is merely

a milestone. It is only your inner teacher that will walk with you to

the goal, for he is the goal."

Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

from A

Net of Jewels

Look What I Did! Controlled Delusion

Continuing from

last time

....What is your current position on how well you are controlling or not controlling your life? Why is it important to you? These discerning questions are

meant to corner you so you can begin to see. See what? Who you really are behind the veil of your mind made illusion you wear, show off and are deeply in love with. You think you have some special skills or powers that others envy or desire. You imagine yourself to be a leader of some sort in your crew or walled-in world you have manifested. You think your are somehow real. You set all kinds of wicked records and high marks at school, at the office at your mosque at your synagogue at the course, in the game, at the strip club. Look What I Can Do! Young and old alike drunk on showing off their mettle, prowess or gifts and how they shine so, so brightly. Smoke.

Ready or not, here it comes, you can't hide. From the depths of the fire.

Who Am I? Answer that honestly without your mind as a tool to figure it out. Sit quietly, get still and ask this until you can't hear the chatter of your mind respond with its facade of concepts that veils your true self. Gonna find you and take it slowly. There is a very sobering yet beautiful explanation from

Sentient

that illustrates a pivotal point of this encounter with the self, the inquiry of the self and what is found at last. Beautiful quote there that states: “May you never find what it is you think you are seeking, but rediscover instead the eternal presence of your own absence.”

Ready or not, here it comes, you can't hide. Gonna find you and make you want me.

As we looked at last time, t

he mind as a tool is very good at trying to control as many factors about our life as possible. It is useful, practical and healthy. Factors such as weather conditions, behaviors of others and natural disasters cannot be directly controlled by the mind. What the mind's idea of control means to each individual is different, but the same across all beings and cultures. The “Who Am I” inquiry helps peel back the layer of who you are, who you think others think you are. Find out the one who sees.

From the depths of the fire. Gonna find you and take it slowly. Then one can see the lotus land without leaving a ripple on the surface.

This zenrin poetry is on it:

For long years a bird in a cage,Today, flying along with the clouds.

Apparent Loss of Control

Losing control is so bad, right? Being past the point of comfort and far away from your normal center in public can be scary and panic laden for some. Loss of control in any form in public, in your private moments, among friends or competition is usually avoided as one of those thought patterns that take away our ease, our 'Me'. Who would we be if we didn't care enough, didn't control how we acted or were perceived? How will others see us if we lose control? Weak? Stupid? Non-professional? Less than? Foolish and capricious?

What about losing control of attachments? Attachments that tend to own more of who you are than what is owned. Still bad? Losing the control of the impulse to add to things and thoughts to the idea we have of our self to amplify that self.

Wanting, desiring, searching for what might better serve our selves in the future is a constant pastime for most folks simply trying to make a better life, a better future, a better illusion. What gave you the idea that you were not complete and needed these things you seek? There is no judgement involved in these questions, rather just a start of an inquiry that may assist in defining in a more real capacity of who you really are in relation to what is or not is in control in your life. 

This is a low grade intellectual exercise, but there is a deeper component to this path if carried out as a personal inquiry. A bit more on that later. For now, what is your connection to control in your life? Beyond the obvious and necessary control events needed to function and maintain health and safety for all involved, the need or desire to control beyond these stages bear further examination. The examination can be helpful in freeing up some blocked chunk that put a veil over why you are actually trying to control objects, others, time and needing to be viewed and understood a certain way to fulfill the ego.

The questioning about what place control has in your life can answer many questions about you connection to purpose and life. What am I trying to control? Why Am I doing it? What am I gaining or losing from controlling or suppressing stuff and urges and others?

The mind as a tool is very good at trying to control as many factors about our life as possible. It is useful, practical and healthy. Factors such as weather conditions, behaviours of others and natural disasters cannot be directly controlled by the mind. What the mind's idea of control means to each individual is different, but the same across all beings and cultures. What the mind will do is process a storm of thoughts which produce the lightening and heat of emotions that make us believe we can control the situations by making us 'feel' one way toward them.

For example, you are planning to golf Saturday, but the weather changes and your car breaks down on the highway in the pouring rain on the way to the golf course. Can't change the weather can you? But the mind will still try to exert control by making your emotions label the situation or yourself as angry, victim, a cosmic joke, abandoned, etc. If you allow yourself to follow the emotion, you will regain control over the situation through an emotional, thought-based reaction. Now you are angry or sulking or feeling abandoned by the universe because you didn't get your wish of playing golf in the sunshine. But you 'feel' closer to 'Me' as the role of the angry victim whom no one understands. Boo hoo, but it's not the

real

you. All that happened is that circumstance, cause and effect has taken place in the physical causing your apparent loss of control in the situation. This existed in the mind as your 'Me' gloriously flailing in the golden sunshine and deep admiration of your friends on a perfect Saturday playing a championship round of golf. Now it has changed and you are waiting by the side of the road for a tow to a service station and a hit on your wallet, and you're catching a cold.

There is a further, very personal exercise of inquiring about the 'Me' and who that really is - and it is not a mental exercise. This inquiry involves a real dedication to finding out who exists behind the eyes that see out into the perceived world. The inquiry has a way of showing how and why you think you are separate from others and why you think 'Me' is real because you have a name, SS# and a heartbeat. We can explore this more in depth in a future post. In the meantime, what is your current position on how well you are controlling or not controlling your life? Why is it important to you?

One Love

All Ever Is

Looking at Wikipedia from another site for a reference about an Indian guru-type guy who was a shopkeeper in Bombay, India. He sold

Bidi

cigarettes (also spelled Beedi) which are hand rolled tobacco cigarettes in a leaf. He was like a regular family man and he had this unique experience where he saw he was one with the universe. Such a beautiful life/mystery lesson. I read more about him and through reading the poem came up. Just what I was feeling after reading stuff at the

wiki link

Love it- In his photos, he has this piercing gaze, but apparently, he was full of love and wisdom. Photo of the bidi is courtesy of

Jeffrey De Keyser

- Many thanks!

Poem Alert!

All Ever Is

Bidi cigarettes from the small shop

in the alleyway

Old Bombay

1948

The universe delivering

the unmanifested

to the all through

the little man, itself

upstairs in a room

over the small shop

up stairs to heaven

out within consciousness

Who is this ever?

Why, all ever is

Even from before, he speaks

I am That

_ _ _ _ _

One Love

A Feather of Fire

Chasing truth is like chasing the touch of a feather in the wind. You are aware of the feather but grasping it is not easy. The feather's presence lets you know something is there, like the truth of something in the back of your mind when you confront a decision. For example, you want to go into a business venture with a person your friend recommends, but in the back of your consciousness, you hear “Don't get near that.” That feather is tickling you. It's there, but it can blow away again if not grasped immediately letting you make a decision that may be an ugly one. The choice to accept and surrender to the truth is there as is the choice to go the opposite way and do what you desire.

The truth, connected to your higher intuition will not be false. It may be tough to accommodate in your life, but it will always be what it is. If the truth is acknowledged, the light feather touch responded to, allowed to settle, absorb and grow from inside, it becomes something else. Fire. The fire of the truth once emanating from you fully burns away all pretense from the moment and the situation. No need to get burned as you can simply not acknowledge or accept it. Operate from it and the fire arises. All this amazing life power from a single conscious acceptance. Like Bob Marley's album sublimely titled '

Catch A Fire

”, the truth will always ever be what it is, now and everlasting. Allowing it to be with you in the same place of life at the same time and it will elevate and liberate. Don't tie the outcome to a personal concept of the truth or resist what it brings as if to label good or bad. Observe it from some objective space and see what really is there.

One Love

Of First Cause and Origination

As this part of the Southeastern US dances into Autumn, morning walks reveal more of the majesty in the air and upon the earth. The spectacular changes in the sunlight based on the planet's gentle tilt makes this deeply invigorating time of year even more inspiring. As the earth's revolution around the sun dwindles the amount of chlorophyll in leaves, we are left with the majesty of color presented to us in nature. The wind sings a September song, the leaves fall to the ground.

The automatic changing of seasons and in particular, Autumn, needs no decree, law, administration or act of Congress to occur. There are no captains of men, leaders or enlightened beings granting authority or passage. There are no efforts by neighbors or countrymen to hasten or detain autumn's arrival. There are no advancements in discovery to retain it when it is time for winter's reign. The seasons, as part of nature's grand display of life before us are of first cause and origination. Autumn is beyond yet accessible to each of us, an equal blessing for great or small, rich or poor, man or beast. At a time when the factories of the trees are laying off their green work force and at a time of change, there is a burst of still beauty working that brings us back to a closer understanding of our nature.

Hopefully, this fall you will make the time to reacquaint yourself with the secrets of your youth, your life and your nature. A little introspection, inquiry and meditation on the magnificence of this incredible spectacle we call Autumn can bring more love, more life and more unity.

One Love

Clock Time

In a recent post on CNET's Crave, an article on

Stephen Hawking's

unveiling of a timepiece at Cambridge University provoked some contemplation about time and its impact on our lives. The brilliant theoretical physicist and cosmologist has given us a lot to ponder over the years with unforgettable works such as "

A Brief History of Time

" and theorems about black holes and relativity. Hawking's unveiling of the

Corpus Clock

features the work of John C. Taylor and his uniquely composed device that is a reminder of ephemeral time. The face of the mechanical clock depicts time as a wave emanating from the center of the universe. Taylor's Corpus Clock is meant to inspire contemplation about relative time. It is a magnificent piece of art and craftsmanship which fulfills its duty most wonderfully. A response that arose after viewing the article is below, also included as a comment to the articles original posting:

There is no "time" but the present moment. The concept of time is mind-made and a wonderful swirl of hawking experiential awareness, however clock time is a biological orientation. Timelessness is what the being, of human being is rooted in. Timelessness is not somber, happy, or anything, it just is. One's choice to be somber is again, conceived in the mind or mind-made. It is a mental image we have of our 'self'. That, of course can be any emotion or thought based from what we choose to be aligned with in the present moment. The present moment is all we ever really have.

Timelessness

contains no self to be somber or otherwise. It is, however, a sense of aliveness and being-ness that we all have when we are born because we came from that. Seriousness and somberness are not what everyone seeks. Seeking joy, love, peace, stillness and awareness will bring a lot of answers about timelessness and time without a somber nature or a feeling of loss.

Recommend reading about Stephen Hawking as he is an amazing and inspiring man who has overcome the odds.

How do you view time in relation to our lives? How does clock time equate to timelessness in your life? Do you think you are actually your true chronological age?

Infections and Other Wonders

Since having the lymph nodes removed on the

right side of the neck

The area is subject to infections. An article on the neck dissection, or, removal of lymph nodes can be

found here

. The lymph nodes are used in the body to fight infections. Since the ones on the right side are on permanent vacation, infections seem to schwack the healthy ones on a regular basis. A general weakening since the head and neck cancer treatment is being dealt with on the daily. There is a general article on head and neck cancer found by

clicking the link below

.

So far,the Amoxicillin (

Amoxicillin is used to treat many different types of infections, such as tonsillitis, pneumonia, ear infections, bronchitis, urinary tract infections, gonorrhea, and infections of the skin.

) that was warding off the insurgent bugs has not been effective in fighting a new infection that has taken up residence in the former lymphnodeville. The new prescription is a really foul-tasting pill that is in the clindamyacin /generic Cleosin family of antibiotics. The swelling infection is slowly responding, so hope to be more active next week and get back to more creative pursuits.

The weather here in Atlanta has been conducive to bugs in that we are 'tween seasons. It is still very humid and warm with our 6 million residents generally applying their very own incarnations of bug juice to most public surfaces with aplomb. The race is on between bugz and anti-bugz. Looks like Cleo will have work cut out for it.

A Sense of Order

At times, there is a sense that we are out of step with life and seem to be unattached to anything but impermanence. The feeling of being out of sync with life going on all around is one many people have. Not such a bad thing as it can lead to some good self inquiry and may produce BS or truth that can be useful for sorting out.

Seems that the love and caring of another slows the world down and brings one back into the moment. Love does. The fact that one may have the love, concern and caring of another puts the wide world into a sense of order.

Had this poem about getting to this moment's treasure.

Arc one dream

to the work

and parallel destiny

to breath

One Love

Closer

Closer

is an observation on the present where past and future are oriented in the ongoing play of the mind. The poem is below in the video- click to play. Send along your thoughts by clicking 'Comments' link below.

Closer from Psiplex on Vimeo.

Cuzigo

My story, a devotion to my entitlement. Cuzigo where I will. I will be more, feel more, want more, need more. Cuzigo faster, stronger, longer and where u won't. Cuzigo the distance of learning, experiencing, conquering, owning, bettering, always better, will be better. I have educated myself beyond average fools.

Cuzigo where I will n' you won't follow, can't keep up, so go into your corner, this my section-mine. MyLife, this complete understanding of past and future Cuzigo where my gut tells me. You? Really? Just watch and learn CuzIgo international and full throttle. Cuzigo past your weak-ass structures. I can hack your life. Pow! Pnwd! I can't be bothered Cuzigo to a spot where my promotion causes commotion. MyLife, MyLife, MyLife in the sunshine, Cuzigo to the top. Mastery, blasphemy and new rules, Pattern me? Cuzigo personal on you, cuz. I ain't finished, why you walkin' away? Don't judge me, fool.

Met a

Cuzigo

on your journey? Work with one? Live next to one? Avoiding being one? What?

Half

The poem that is '

Half

' came about as 2 sections. The first 3 verse sets were almost instantaneous with the words laying in place without the need for an author. The last portion was after coming back to the piece amidst playtime with my beautiful 4 year old Godson. In other words, plenty loud!

Half

is about moments and intentions which are thought objects in the dream of the mind. The 'me' is always trying to analyze and project moments and intentions through the mind. The

timelessness

of our being acting from the present moment has no need of means that would separate us in the form of duality.

Click to view the clip. Send along your responses – all are welcome.

One Love

Half from Psiplex on Vimeo

It Was Morning in the Universe

Grateful to get up and see everything working. Just as it is, perfect in this moment. The sense of gratefulness spreads to well being and allows the creative spark to flow into our consciousness and begin to manifest itself. No agenda, no work order, no specific circumstance, no effort.

Effortless creating is a state of being that can only exist when there is no conflict or questioning. The being aligns with possibilities and the self, when ego gets out of the way. This doesn't mean passion or intensity is diminished or restrained. In fact, one can be more passionate, focused and intense when the mind is not running movies about what should be and shouldn't be. The right color combinations, the right language construct, the right paradiddle or pirouette doesn't exist. The palette isn't limited, the source-unlimited. The journey of staying creative and

creative in complexity

is up to you.

Right, wrong, deserving or not, the creative spark aligns with those who align themselves with it. Finding 'it' is the journey and sometimes the meaning. It can't be forced, ordered or willed by any construct of the mind. Although the mind is engaged,it is the limitless and timeless portion of the being operating in alignment with the creative. The mind merely translates the mechanics to the body.

Is this correct? Can you will yourself to be creative or is there a component of inspiration and the divine that must be congruent for creativity to express itself?

A Stillness in August

With the remnants of hurricane Fay sloshing through Atlanta the last two days, there was a chance to get out between torrents to get a nice, peaceful walk. The rain had left a lot of beauty behind on its trek through Georgia. The phone cam snap of a clutch of leaves left me with a peaceful feeling about the calm within the storm. The

stillness

is welcome.

The snap went to e-mail then into Adobe Illustrator. The colors were so earthy and full of life, the background was samples from them and the other tones likewise. The effects, sketch, 'sumi' setting gave the vectorized pic a softer look. Clicking on the smaller thumbnail will show a larger version. Would like to see what you think.

Good Morning Cells!

Rising from a night's sleep, the body automatically kicks off the process of changing gears to meet the day. Once you are vertical,the rest just kind of happens. Body auto pilot is a good thing. Just want to say thanks to all the cells who supported me - good job. Hunt down some coffee or your favorite morning beverage and you're good.



Having an “attitude of gratitude” will focus the mind off of problems and into a more positive space for creativity and connectivity. Positive energy from within you creates a space for others to move freely without conflict. Try it out on your most grumpiest co-worker or family member. They may be their usual gruff selves, but they won't be in contention with you when you are in the present moment with a positive vibe. Your 'tude is your responsibility. Just being grateful for a few things each day (your breathing, your blood flowing, your awareness) is a good start. Just by providing a space for others to interact with you, without conflict is a gift you can give each day.

A big shout out to all my cells out there, mitosis baby!