Showing posts with label self mastery. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Summing up counter-intuitive Assumptions Day 812

In the order of aligning presence with this reality, the sounds one makes must in all ways consider all things, as the order of mis-alignment is the absence of the whole story, of which one can recognize a mis-alignment through the leverage of inflammatory language and label, when an object is created that has a value placed onto it. This is a form of distortion, that is recognizable in the polarizing values that make a label of something like an entity that separates from looking at all consequence. It is as though it ignores outcomes in the physical reality.

Two examples on the world stage is the fracking industry. Here, there are anecdotal stories seeping through from the participants of this reality, as the people living on the ground, experiencing their water becoming less than pure water, as they ignite that water to show the impurities of gas having seeped into the water. The workers in this industry knowing this is happening, and saying to the people on the ground to sue, when those same people are so economically suppressed they do not have the means, a form of a preemptive strike in the favor of the industry at the detriment of the indigenous wildlife and the future generations, as the fault can then in itself be made into a profit. It is an inversive way of resource use, one that can only lead to less and less resource to be used. It is the very design of destruction.

Also the vaccine industry. Since the onset of vaccines parents have screamed that the children are being harmed. The parents screaming harm are like the wicked witch outside the castle, they are those living on the ground, like the farmers whose land is being poisoned. The voice of those seeing the outcomes of the laws dictated from that centralized self interested broadcast casting a spell, as a math, of limited design, that could be called ignorance, as an absence of recognizing all things that is what that castle is and does. Our so-called representatives that are not living by the made-public-notice-in-every-elementary-school, of and as the principle of choosing only that which is best for all, this demanding a constant balancing out of actions to realize what respects the total fabric of this living, breathing, physical reality called life manifest as this earth, this heart, this heart of beingness. 

That centralized regime, a living construction that hears only what is supportive of it, calling the woman, that "wicked" witch that attempts to stop the princess from entering the castle, as that woman was within the castle and realizes its limitations, its ignorance of all things, that woman caught in playing the savior, caught in caring too much, at the detriment of focusing on all things. It is a form of polarization calling the voice of greater reason with a color of " bad" and the double negative the " good" as the good fairy who supports the castle fearing to lose comforts that in reality cannot withstand the test of time.  The polarized-closer-to-the-ground-anecdotal-experience as the " wicked" witch becomes a rage of calling the castle bad, so a dialogue exists between the two that is in itself a problem, because in that storm the earth is ignored, that capacity of each man-kind, is funneled into participating in defense instead of practical and respectful action of all that we are here on this earth as physical states of being. That “ heaven, heaving-entity” must be brought down to earth, to synch with all things, to end the divide into a heaven and an earth. And or, to recognize each portal into and of focus on the workings of life, which is of a physical component to realize creation as a process never ending, as it should be. 

The conflict, between the whole and the parts, is of a storm of imbalance imposed on top of reality, separate from being grounded in creation. It is a misalignment. When Dr. Zach Bush mentioned that in the Vietnam war the industrial-military-drug-cartel-complex used smaller bullets to cause harm, more than kill, to create sick people, dis-eased humans, to build a occupation of taking care of the sick, as a means of distraction and/or a means of creating occupations for the people, the bodies, to distract people from seeing the ground around them from which resources could be grabbed and made into the image and likeness of and as an idea from those castle walls, he made a salient point. After all, many out-of-synch, or lack-of-proper functioning children can build a system of people being busy taking care of those whose bodies are not functioning with ease, to distract and create occupations that remove the human from seeing what is in plain sight as the physical reality, that place where farmers experience the poisoning of their water, and the harm being done/allowed towards the animals and plants living on the ground. 

This rage towards this an addiction to power that is really of no real power because it is destruction. This is a mis-use of a natural ability to deconstruct. It is the illusion of believing the very soil from which all of this is built as the nutritional logic that composed our physical bodies as that soil, is deemed dirty. lol, that is like calling out what we are, and de-manning it, believing that the soil is dirty, which in itself is creating that same distracting entity through hyperbole and label. That which we are is through legerdemain as sound as words, polarized into a bad. Ironic that what we are, is colored with  a value judgement said/repeated through newsfeed, again and again until the construct is believed to be a truth. It is simply defining one element with an added color, a energetic attachment of color, as defining soil within bad in separation from reality. It is like being angry at what one is, and then resisting it, where what is in plain sight is resisted, yet persists because what is real cannot be denied but from a pedestal in a closed system, an isolated system known as a court, where a DIAlogue of borders that do-not-allow the whole story to be presented, creating a ring of fire, as limited information of and as a emotional-swimming-colors-firewall, as the allowed information colored with polarities, of and as a supposed good, that reacts through creating an entity of labels with hyperbole should any questions or information come forward that eliminates the borders of information that continue what is making that centralized castle more. 

The castle is ego manifest. And it is done through war and drugs. The war a mis-use of resources and the drugs that which renders the natural ability too see all things directly, into seeing only a mirage, which is the techno-colored DREAM coat of and as the mind consciousness, a resonant construct. Can we remember when as children, the numbers and letters started to swim in front of us? Try standing in front of a classroom and seeing this very thing happening with the children. Either by the third grade they embrace the resonant order, or they reject it. Or, they have not the opportunity to realize the construct, and yet have little to no experience in speaking up for the practical. It is as though there are degrees of presence in this, of many variations, where in these many variations, should the potential of each come forward, each would benefit, as in mastering this, each could share with one another a developed insight into the whole, thereby creating a real master mind, where each part is synchronized and as this, a real joy in living would manifest. In some ways, it is simple. It means giving everything up to have everything. If one is caught in the storm of separation, or is caught up in the dialogue of strife between the castle and the ground, one is a part of the destruction and not the solution, one must breath and always refer to all things. The seeming positive of monetary profit, is an illusion. The shadow world composed of felt-but-invisible-energetic-shadows. The castle is held in place through illusion. Our public schools have become the secular religions that uphold that very limited construct as they are focusing a child into and onto a construct that is of limitation through the mis-use of the imagination, through an overuse of the imagination. 

How to rebuild from the ground, to refocus each individual into revitalizing a so-sought-after presence that is more natural, that is a respect of all things? How to get a human to realize that one is as a child, in a process of learning to read, to read to learn? How to accelerate the ability to process the information, as how sound as words are used, to synch each one, to open their hearts to being in respect of this living breathing entity of and as the physical where respect and joy and sharing and breathing and real feeling, as those tiny moments of knowing exist? How to connect outside of energetic entity superimposed on this horizon, this horror of “isms”, of extremes believed to be of more import than the fabric of this creation that is life? That heaving imagery of unnecessary conflict and friction that is of an ignorance of information, that is a lack of information causing a storm of separation known as a shadow world, a simple slight of hand that leads to nowhere, as one is in a now-here  illusion instead of simply being here, equal and one with this means of expression of and as life that must of course be physical!

The mirage is of a projection of a mis-use through forcing a division through lack as limitation moved to be made larger than life. We have all done this, visible through having HELD onto beliefs (instead of being-the-leaf) that we discover are a lie-by-omission of all things. One can realize this through an inner movement of resistance, that state of being resistance of such great distraction and occupation that one is lost in supporting that state of an entity in the space around one, that one renders the solution as practical action of what is immediate invisible, as one’s resonant imagery is cluttered with a book of self definitions that are not all bad, yet separate from a natural and normal ability to be present as self as life. The shadows like the layers of a chapter book, which must be deconstructed and reconstructed, the process of which improves processing and lends more effective self expression of self as life, as process of discovery as one embraces what is more natural that is of a quality of being more fluid. It is to say that in becoming more fluid, one opens one’s self up to the beauty of the harmony of a more symbiotic and synergistic living breathing movement.  This would be a community of life expression. It would transpose focus back onto the living ground, far away from the cry of the internet of limitation held in place through algorithms that only delineate borders in accord with a centralized castle of many religions both sacred and secular that are a techno-colored-dream/illusion-coat of polarized pulling-on-strings/values composed of information in-absence of the living movements on the ground.  

A seeming contradiction happens in the music world. It is said that one masters an instrument when one cannot hear the performer thinking. This appears to be a dichotomy. How can it be, that a master is understood when one no longer hears “ thinking”? This would mean that thinking means that one is not yet in synch with the mechanism. It means that what one practices is what one becomes. If one is in a state of being, and thinking is a part of that person, then it indicates something as of yet unprocessed and distracting focus. The stages of alignment visible for the one who mastered the means to an end. It means that the body either automates a resonant structure or masters a structure to the extent a focus is the outcome, without thinking. Amazing how in what exists are the answers. 

It is also amazing ignorance, to have articles that show that there is neurological decay in children with autism and yet have studies moving to determine what is intelligence!? Why can we not see what is in plain sight? Why is it that the anecdotal screams of outcomes, showing imbalances, are considered quackery, when that is what is manifest on the ground! The rage of profit before life, has the voice of the media, hence the media shows us the means of thinking that is an ignorance of the living outcomes on the ground. It is just like our fairy tales, the voice of living experience on the ground is considered quackery, and the voice of the castle of profit, is supposed to be a truth! Astounding! Thinking has become an occupation in itself and thus there is no real mastery. In this, no one human being will enter heaven until each one realizes equality and oneness with all things, to take the good, as that which does no harm, and is of a focus of and as a consideration of all things, where that focus has no thought and by extension the very sound of creation will come through which would be the sound of life and the absence of the static of thinking. 


In thinking, I am so focused on an inner construction of lesser dimension ( showing our great and natural sensitivity!) that to turn the tide and focus out of that habit, onto here, appears counter intuitive. It is counter to my own inner “ tudes” or my own inner constructions, yet, giving that up, would mean giving up a limitation to remember myself to all things, which would mean to give up everything for everything! That in itself appears counter intuitive to our present reliance on systems, which could be called secular religions, that basically are our own acceptance of a mis-use as an over-use of the imagination. A more proper use of the imagination would mean both focusing within and without, above and below, to cross reference all things, taking the good, allowing no harm, to synch with creation and thereby bringing that believed-to-be-heaven back down to earth. 


Sunday, April 10, 2016

Day 694 Does the degree of automated behavior match the degree of a lack of presence?

There was a time when I was cooking every night for my children. Someone had given me this small tv, so I put this in the kitchen and would watch the news as I cooked. Then, as the news ended and a tv series would come on, I suddenly found myself watching the series, and it started to happen every other night.

I noticed that I was doing this too often. So, one day I took away the television, This started a period where I would change things, from one moment to the next. It was myself realizing how quickly I could become stuck in patterns of behavior.

Around this time, I found I could no longer read novels. I would open them and read the first two sentences and put them down. It was like the novels themselves started to follow the same patterns. so I started to read biographies and three or four books on one subject. 

Then, sometimes I would talk with people and they were saying things to me like “ you’re an intellectual” and yet, I never really saw myself as that. I had met some professors, and often when one got to know them, they would repeat the same things again and again. I started to see how a professor could get stuck in a pattern. They learned some things and assembled some books for a course, and it is as though they remained in that line of information. This is not a bad, yet in our busy lives we at times cannot see what is right in front of us. And time goes by.

My sister told me this story the other day, She has met a man and chatted with him for a while. He  was looking back at his life and realized that he had spent the years with his children very involved in hockey. All his friends were involved in hockey. Here he was, children grown, and he never had anything to do with any of the people he befriended through hockey. He could not even figure out how that had happened. He did not even know if he really liked hockey!

I notice, since I walk process, as the journey back to life, that my movements can go into an automation. I find myself not even noticing that a spoon is made of steel, or even where that steel came from.

There is a rage going on in my town. A woman lives near what was at one time a salt marsh. At present there is a restoration process moving forward. Her property will be effected. She writes rants about how her lower yard, where she grows vegetables will no longer exist. I asked myself, when the marsh was closed off for a railroad in the 1800’s, if anyone asked all the sentient beings in the marsh if they were going to be upset when their fertile ground  suddenly dried up and changed in chemistry? Did anyone consider them?

I also ask, why we have no awareness of what is actually physically here?  Do we get stuck in patterns because we are actually bored, and yet, are so creative that anything is better than nothing? Like rats in a cage, when given only heroin laced water, they drink the water until they are dead. When given a cage full of things and pure water, the rats will not choose the  means of a lesser physical experience, as that heroin water. Perhaps , the system we are allowing through our acceptances, is like that heroin water, where we become habituated to less, and get lost in patterns because at least we are feeling something. What would it be if we were aware of where the things we use come from, what animals and plants and situations existed that were changed for that steel spoon. Were we present and aware of what is here - all the sentient beingness around us - would we get lost in automated behaviors that we wake up from, entering regret or shock at what we lived?

I mean, should we not live our lives in such a way that we can say we knew what we choose, and we loved what we choose? Should we not live in full awareness of our choices?  Can we see the patterns of behavior we get stuck in?  Or, do we remain in patterns because the idea of facing something different appears too great, so we decide to remain in a patterns as a comfort?  Do we realize what our ignorance does not only to ourselves and others as well?

Can we see that our vaccines are meant to make us sick so our medical industry can create jobs? Can we see the math of the information that touts a good to present a story line of salvation, when that salvation is a constructed means to move wealth into the hands of a few, suppressing the very life we are living, to the point where we acclimate to boredom and when our patterns are interrupted we scream that we are going to lose something? And in this, we do not consider the lives of others, or we are too afraid to walk away from a job because we fear losing money, even when we see the damage every day and we know that somehow this is not what life was meant to be? Do we realize that our bodies replace all the cells every seven years, which begs the question as to what is deteriorating cells within a seven year period? 

Even our nano science  reveals that homeopathic remedies do indeed have particles from the plants infused into them, and that water is a resonator. Thus, what are we resonating into our water that is burdening the cells?  Do we leave a resonance that is a coping mechanism based on not bad, yet limited information?  A dis-use of capacity is a stress, as science is also finding out, hence that pattern one is stuck in, does as much damage as a life appearing to be busy with hockey, the resonance as a measure we allow, or the text books we assemble to teach a class, become what we carry within us.  IN essence we become like pack horses of an inner formation! And somehow we all know this. So what we fear the most is the way out. What we face is a shadow governing force within. That is all. It is a vine of information, that started with a small movement, that took the self directive capacity of self, and became a demise within. And then one lost self mastery.

What if we were to become aware of what is here? What if we questioned the disease that is around us, and said, no more? What if we did as we were told, to become a living word? After all, what does a living word imply? Would it not mean to see directly here, to be aware of what we are doing with the physical world around us? Would it not mean that what is real is the physical? Would it not mean that to be focused here, on the physical world, and how it moves in real expression, eliminate the voice of salvation because we would be speaking in real values, values of quality about things, not good or bad, but that nature of things, the potency they express as their natures or character of and in what they are? Would this not be a world of such depth that the measure of understanding in each of us would be filled with life?

And so, we can begin to walk discovering words, to guide us. We can learn the nature and quality of things, we can be present, aware of everything we do, of the things we use and where they came from, how they were produced, from the moment something was planted or extracted from the ground, and how the sentient beings were managed. We can bring ourselves out of some heroic story in our imaginations that follow a limited story, that really only serves the real welfare babies living in paper castles scheming up toxins and wars, lost in a checker board game that is in separation from reality. 


The language of life, is not going to be the language of a false imagination. Out present politicians are so lost in a game of power that they no longer have any connection to reality. And we, the ones below lost in patterns and habits and accepting the unacceptable, are the means to put an end to a system on earth that is not the image and likeness of life. To realize what we are doing, we need only look at what we are doing, in every move we make. When we do this, we will realize how absent we have allowed ourselves to be.

Since we are absorbent beings, what does a perfect practice? What does an imperfect practice - or limited practice? How are we informing ourselves? Are we master of who and what we are?  Would the real nature of each fit into life, as life would birth only what is best? Would the real nature be the best of you, and would that be what is in tune, and hence what is eternal?