"Belief is the end of intelligence" --Robert Anton Wilson
I don't believe in the "End Times"
And your Hell is just your delusion
Yes we may be sinking
But its just cause of what you're thinking
Believing in an illusion, an apparition
Fit inside 3 religions
Starting wars, causing false divisions
Making us think killing the planet is OK?
Just because you think it's Satan's?!
No way! And yours isn't the only way...
There's infinite paths back to the One
Like countless rays from the Sun
But Christians, Jews, and Muslims grab their guns
And this is why I shun their phallacies
Like Jesus did the Pharisees
You probably think my Truth is a heresy
It's simply my philosophy
And I claim no righteousness hypocrisy
Seeking wisdom is how I live happily
And ever after, I'll continue my search
Working towards being a Mind Master
While you choose to remain a mental slave
Trapped in your mythological haze....
Read the whole thing : http://ghostwolf.dyndns.org/words/authors/T/TennysonAlfred/verse/tiresias/ancientsage.html
"For Knowledge is the swallow on the lake
That sees and stirs the surface-shadow there
But never yet hath dipt into the abysm,
The Abysm of all Abysms, beneath, within
The blue of sky and sea, the green of earth,
And in the million-millionth of a grain
Which cleft and cleft again for evermore,
And ever vanishing, never vanishes,
To me, my son, more mystic than myself,
Or even than the Nameless is to me.
And when thou sendest thy free soul thro’ heaven,
Nor understandest bound nor boundlessness,
Thou seest the Nameless of the hundred names.
And if the Nameless should withdraw from all
Thy frailty counts most real, all thy world
Might vanish like thy shadow in the dark. “And since—from when this earth began—
The Nameless never came
Among us, never spake with man,
And never named the Name”—
Thou canst not prove the Nameless, O my son,
Nor canst thou prove the world thou movest in,
Thou canst not prove that thou art body alone,
Nor canst thou prove that thou art spirit alone,
Nor canst thou prove that thou art both in one:
Thou canst not prove thou art immortal, no
Nor yet that thou art mortal—nay my son,
Thou canst not prove that I, who speak with thee,
Am not thyself in converse with thyself,
For nothing worthy proving can be proven,
Nor yet disproven: wherefore thou be wise,
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt,
And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith!
She reels not in the storm of warring words,
She brightens at the clash of ‘Yes’ and ‘No,’
She sees the Best that glimmers thro’ the Worst,
She feels the Sun is hid but for a night,
She spies the summer thro’ the winter bud,
She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls,
She hears the lark within the songless egg,
She finds the fountain where they wail’d ‘Mirage’!
“What Power? aught akin to Mind,
The mind in me and you?
Or power as of the Gods gone blind
Who see not what they do?”
I remember you
when i have heard you the soles of my feet have made answer
when i have seen you I have waked and slipped from the calendars
from the creeds of difference and the contradictions
that were my life and all the crumbling fabrications
as long as it lasted until something that we were
had ended when you are no longer anything
let me catch sight of you again going over the wall
and before the garden is extinct and the woods are figures
guttering on a screen let my words find their own
places in the silence after the animals
Unscrambled, lightning bolt flashes of passion
Channeled fiery demons igniting the night
Enflamed fury unbridled, wild and inconsolable
Unleashing uncontrollable forces indelible
Reverberating continuous chaos, noise of flux
Inconceivable unbelievable concepts incredible
Invisible and immaterial, subethereal
Metapsychological nonfictions depicting
Undeniable proof, uplifting and everlasting
Ever casting light onto shadow's mere illusion
With unspoken visions trapped between lines
In the grid of manifestation, the game inside
The game defined, by authorities of mind
Setting limits on the Infinite Abstraction
With the affliction of diction dictating
Thought-patterns formed from the Imagination
Giving meaning, seemingly for no apparent reason
Justified by irrational rationale and illogical logic
Guaranteed to be most poetic and ironic
Like an oxymoronic contradictory hypocrite
Walking backwards to the beginning and back again
Talking to itself about the state of the world
While fully understanding that its all within
And conflict is merely a function of the friction
Generating the heat that becomes this passion
Engulfing the impotent aspect of the victim
In a compassionate act of selfless inspiration
Feeding the fire with the fuel of dedication...
"Separate though the dewdrop be, yet it is a part of the Ocean, no matter how far distant it may be, and the attraction of the Ocean will surely, and without fail, draw it back to its bosom. And the dewdrop, if it could know the truth, would be so much happier and stronger, and braver if it could know that it was superior to accident, time, and space, and that it could not escape its own good, and that nothing could prevent its final triumph and victory when at last "the dewdrop slides into the shining sea." How cheerfully it could have met its many changes of form, and the incidents of its journey, if it could have gotten rid of the illusion of separateness, and know that instead of being a tiny insignificant dewdrop it was a part of the Mighty Ocean- in fact that its Real Self was that Ocean itself- and that the Ocean was continually drawing it toward it, and that the many changes, up and down, were in response to that mighty power of attraction which was slowly but irresistibly drawing it back Home to Rest, Peace, and Power." ---Yogi Ramacharaka "Gnani Yoga"
In the cold with no fire
No fulfilling of desire
Chill winds blowing strong
As i sit all alone
In absolute perfect contentment
Above regret and resentment
Delusion, vice, and attachment
Feeling the moist fog settle in
Dead trees lie in peace all around me
I feel i've escaped all boundaries
Even though the trail's right in front of me
I prefer this deep meditation
As a vacation from the monotony of reality
That i can keep with me
At any time recalling the solitude
And the gratitude
For what is always around me
A precise painting, the perfection of Beauty
The Mother in all her glory
Cradling me in her soft arms
Nurturing me back to a quiet peace
Equivalence...
Pardon my...ambivalence
It's just the way I see it iz...
It iz just...like Balance iz...
Because it balances...and thus
Everything stays changing, the song remains
Echoes of a primordial moan
When the Unity split like an -ism
Creating the Infinite Prism
On a pre-temporal Dawn
Out of the oneness came the Many
And there was never None
Just like nothing is ever done
The equation stays equal to One
No matter how complex the Proof
And the complications of the Proving...
The Mystery just keeps on grooving
To the rhythm of patterns of Chaos
Paths leading us to get lost
As we find ourselves in the meantime, the dreamtime
Where symbols take life and thus meaning
Leaving us with shadows of the Truth
While we look at the mirror and sigh
Thinking of the utter meaninglessness of it All
Meanwhile planets are giving birth to fresh life
And nothing created is ever destroyed, don't forget that...
As such, its enough to make a monkey adapt
Or train a comet on a circuitous route
For a million years, which is just
A mere second on the clockface of Eternity
There is no death! The stars go down
To rise upon some fairer shore;
And bright in Heaven's jewelled crown
They shine forevermore.
There is no death! The dust we tread
Shall change beneath the summer showers,
To golden grain or mellow fruit,
Or rainbow-tinted flowers.
The granite rocks disorganized
To feed the hungry moss they bear;
The forest trees drink daily life
From out the viewless air.
There is no death! the leaves may fall,
The flowers may fade and pass away
They only wait, through wintry hours,
The coming of the May.
There is no death! an angel form
Walks o'er the earth with silent tread;
He bears our best-loved things away-
And then we call them "dead."
He leaves our hearts all desolate;
He plucks ours fairest, sweetest flowers;
Transplanted into bliss, they now
Adorn immortal bowers.
For where he sees a smile too bright,
Or heart too pure for taint of vice,
He bears it to that world of light,
To dwell in Paradise.
The bird-like voice whose joyous tones
Made glad this scene of sin and strife,
Sings now the everlasting song
Amid the Tree of Life.
Though passed beyond our tear-dimmed sight,
'Tis but a larger life to gain;
We feel their presence oft- the same,
Except in sin and pain.
And ever near us, though unseen,
The dear immortal spirits tread;
For all the boundless universe
Is life- there is no dead!
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
----------->The seer never looks upon anything as impossible. He says: "Some of your demands can only be fulfilled by those who have first educated themselves up to a desire for that which is possible, and, in so doing, arrived at being able, by means of their strong 'willing' to treat the impossible in such a manner that, through the will, it becomes transformed into the possible."
There is a word, writ large On the concrete of experience Which explains succinctly The proof of the Universe's Mystery. It is barely noticed By the average human eye By the ignorant passers-by. Only one searching specifically Would take care to notice Even if the letters were multicolor And the lining was the silver of clouds. Someone has taken their sweet time To conjure this metaphorical masterpeace Without care of fame or ego-building Simply expressing the genius Of perfect simplicity amid chaos With a natural ease, on an unnatural easel. It is supernatural, beyond Nature And the meaning of it is meaninglessness.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Let the words spill boldly upon the virtual page Now that we're beyond the days of rage Let PEACE settle in and harmonize with the chaos Recognizing no limits and that nothing is lost All is essential and stems from the Perfect Cause The new day's shining and Hope's taken over No longer dwelling on the senseless mass murder Wars no longer satisfying the earthly purpose It's time we move on and show it aint worth it Even though its all perfect, nothing happens by mistake Sometimes we get caught up in what we create And mothers die at the hands of another brother Makin a killer out of somebody's sister's lover
But I can't help thinking it's all just Fate Destiny written in code, in the Infinite Matrix A perfect game, depending on how ya played it Fighting the current or going flow-to-flow Stressin too much about what we just can't know Versus slackin and relaxing cuz we'll never really know Some just go, while others always wanna fight it Like being depressed or just being delighted It's a choice we all make, from beginning to never-ending Though few might accept these verbal vibes i'm simply sending Like Media Mail to the inbox of your homepage Open it up like the doors of your comfy cage
From the Book of Balance and Harmony, translated by Thomas Cleary:
" To master change, nothing is more important than to know the time; to know the time, nothing is more important than to understand inner design; to understand inner design, nothing is more important than open calm."
"The shining mind is always calm; in action, it responds to myriad changes. Even when active, it is essentially calm. The wandering mind is always stirring; in quietude it produces myriad thoughts. Even when quiet it is basically always astir."
"Without knowing the eternal, one cannot master change; without mastering change, one cannot know the eternal. Eternity and change are the basis of transformation."
Saturday, February 28, 2009
"I AM, THROUGH MY POWER OF THOUGHT, MASTER OF MY FATE." --Fenwick L. Holmes
I am the soul- Controller of my destiny There is no power above The power that is within me There is only what is absolutely free And i'm only limited by what i limit myself to be
Everything is actually perfect and easy If only we would finally see We create our own destiny Scribbling our own soliloquy On a blank scroll of Eternity Endlessly
Postmodern Haiku 1/17/09
Jose wants a Coke America has it all Hide in the tool-box
Television on Fourth Quarter of the Super Bowl Guacamole's gone!
Trailer Park Beauty Divine Convenience Store Clerk Gives me the wrong change
The high-rises shine Glimmering beacons of greed Sprouted up like weeds
Scared cop, gun ready Tasers a scared teenager Cardiac Arrest
Severance pay package Foreclosure is imminent Move to Hawaii
Hundred-some channels Ninety-nine percent garbage Why not let us read?
Diesel fumes noxious Same crap on the radio The Zen of traffic
Who is this infernal internal censor blanking out my thoughts? From what nothing did this moral robot spring? Deleting frequently sentences of apparent randomness Conjured from abysses of my free consciousness From which all creation proceeds to exist... Its like chopping a tree down to see the forests! And then there's no trees left for anyone to enjoy! So why would i just write this? What, exactly, would be the point? Concisely, the point would be I'm just an extension of Love's Expression Using words as a blessing Not a weapon I simply author many questions
(keep these in mind) I. The Biosurvival Winner: "I will live forever, or die trying." II. The Emotional-Territorial Winner: "I am free, you are free; we can have our separate trips or we can have the same trip."
III. The Semantic Winner: "I am learning more about everything including how to learn more." IV. The Socio-sexual Winner: "Love, and do what thou wilt." V. The Neurosomatic Winner: "How I feel depends on my neurological know-how." VI. The Metaprogramming Winner: "I make my own coincidences, synchronicites, luck, and Destiny."
VII. The Neurogenetic Winner: "Future evolution depends on my decisions now."
VIII. The Neuroatomic Winner: In the province of the mind, what is believed true is true, or becomes true within limits to be learned by experience and experiment." (Dr. John Lilly)
A new BBC documentary supports the conclusion that the CIA planned and executed the assassination of Robert Kennedy. The new video and photographic evidence -- the result of a three year long investigation --"puts three senior CIA operatives" at the scene of the murder.
Three of these men have been positively identified as senior officers who worked together in 1963 at JMWAVE, the CIA's Miami base for its Secret War on Castro.
David Morales was Chief of Operations and once told friends: "I was in Dallas when we got the son of a bitch and I was in Los Angeles when we got the little bastard."
Gordon Campbell was Chief of Maritime Operations and George Joannides was Chief of Psychological Warfare Operations.
Joannides was called out of retirement in 1978 to act as the CIA liaison to the Congressional investigation into the JFK assassination. Now, we see him at the Ambassador Hotel the night a second Kennedy is assassinated.
--CIA role in Kennedy killing
As with the 1963 murder of JFK in Dallas, lingering questions dog the official theories. Powder burns indicated that three shots had been fired from very close range from 0 to 1-1/2 inches though no witness could place Sirhan closer than three feet. Sirhan's gun held only eight bullets but a total of ten were recovered. Three were found in Kennedy. Two were lodged in a pantry door frame. One was found in an airspace. Presumably four more were found elsewhere. Significantly, four bullets 'touched' Kennedy to include the three that were recovered --lodged --in his back. At no time was Sirhan ever behind RFK.
Inexcusably, the door frames were burned, the Los Angeles Police Dept. claimed no bullets were found lodged in the "bullet holes", and two expended bullets (inexplicably dug out of wood) were soon found in the front seat of Sirhan's car. The LAPD then destroyed their records of the tests that had been done on the "bullet holes" in the doorframe.
--Facts about the Robert F. Kennedy Assassination
Found on the Ron Paul forum:
When the hypnotized patsy, Sirhan Sirhan, opened fire on Robert Kennedy from the front, a CIA agent fired the kill shot at close range into the back of Kennedy's head.
The same agent who coordinated the operation and was at the scene, was later brought out of retirement to "handle" the congressional investigation into the assassination.
All 3 members of the assassination team are now dead, but many of those connected to them still hold high offices in government.
The BBC report by Shane O'Sullivane reveals that CIA operatives and four unidentified associates were at the Ambassador Hotel, Los Angeles the night of June 5, 1968, moments before and after the murder. It was broadcast on BBC Newsnight.
The CIA had no domestic jurisdiction and some of the officers were based in South-East Asia at the time, with no reason to be in Los Angeles.
Kennedy had just won the California Democratic primary on an anti-War ticket and was set to challenge Nixon for the White House when he was shot in a kitchen pantry.
A 24-year-old Palestinian, Sirhan Sirhan, was arrested as the lone assassin and notebooks at his house seemed to incriminate him.
However, even under hypnosis, he has never been able to remember the shooting and defence psychiatrists concluded he was in a trance at the time.
Witnesses placed Sirhan's gun several feet in front of Kennedy but the autopsy showed the fatal shot came from one inch behind.
--CIA role in Kennedy killing
It is not surprising that the CIA would be implicated in the murder of RFK. It is tragic that the same scrutiny was not forthcoming sooner --when it might have done some good. It is tragic that the murder of JFK was not likewise scrutinized. It is tragic that the investigation of this murder was left in the hands of an incompetent Los Angeles Police Department about which there is no adjective to describe the utter incompetence given this case. Earlier there was no adjective to describe the criminal neglect given the murder of JFK in Dallas!
The world's number one terrorist organization, the CIA has committed heinous acts of terrorism abroad, murdering critics of US foreign and domestic policies and has done it on behalf of an increasingly tiny, privileged American elite. This tiny elite of some one percent owns more than the combined wealth of 95% of the entire population. [See: the L-Curve] On behalf of this tiny, privileged base, the CIA has placed itself above law and supervision. The CIA's war on the world has claimed an estimated 12 million to 20 million victims, far more than the best estimates attributed to Adolph Hitler's 'Holocaust' of World War II.
Evidence That the CIA Murdered Bobby Kennedy
The RFK assassination was, like the assassinations of JFK, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Jr., and other prominent figures, a political murder committed by operatives and agents of the US government (including, but limited to, the CIA and FBI), in conjunction with local police (operating as CIA cutouts), and intelligence-connected organized crime figures and mercenaries.
There is overwhelming evidence that the RFK murder was a CIA operation involving the Los Angeles Police Department.
More proof continues to emerge, including this fresh piece of evidence uncovered by BBC investigator Shane O’Sullivan. Conducting research for his own film on the RFK assassination, O’Sullivan has identified and corroborated the presence and identities of three former CIA operatives at the crime scene:
Michael Ruppert, former Los Angeles Police detective, author, journalist and editor of From The Wilderness, conducted his own investigation of the RFK assassination, tapping into inside contacts deep within the LAPD. His investigation definitively proves that the assassination was a CIA operation, and names some of the perpetrators: --Commentary, Online Journal
-- Is this surprising to anyone? .. or are we just getting used to the fact that a covert operation paid for with US taxpayer money is the cause of death for many a peacemaker?
This is a quote from William Walker Atkinson's "The Secret of Mental Magic", copyright 1907, A.K.A. MY NEW FAVORITE BOOK. It's the original source material for the movie "The Secret".
I might have to post quotes from this book randomly, just to share the Secret with ya'll. Here's just a little gist:
DESIRE THE MENTAL INCITER
"DESIRE is the great inciting power of the Mind. Desire is "that which incites to action." And you always act upon the strongest Desire- subject always to the restraining influence of the Reason, and the Restricting or Impelling influence of the WILL. I will tell you more about this wonderful thing, the Will, in a moment or two, but let us know think of DESIRE, for that is the real Emotive-power.
Desire originates in the sub-conscious regions of the mind, and often we can feel her there, before she emerges into consciousness, stirring us up with feelings of vague discontent and unrest. After a bit, gathering enough force, she emerges into the conscious field, and then begins to demand expression. Now remember, that when I say Desire, I mean all kinds of Desire, high and low. Many people think of Desire as only the craving of a low nature, but Desire really means a feeling that WANTS something- and that something may be the very highest aspiration of the human mind.
THE ATTRACTING POWER OF DESIRE
Now, this Desire in all of its manifestations has a mighty power of Attraction and Influence. It manifests as the Law of Mentative Attraction which is constantly drawing toward us the things we Desire, and also drawing us towards them. Not only is this true on the conscious plane, but even on the sub-conscious. Our desires constitute our Nature, and our Nature is always operating a mighty power of Mentative Attraction.
The trouble with the most of us is that we allow our Desire-Force to be scattered, and diffused, thereby lessening its Attractive Power. It is only when we learn the secret of Concentration and Focussing the Desire-Force by the Will, that we are able to get results above the average. The Will is the director and controller of the Desire-Force, and upon its training and management depends the powerful use of the latter.
THE EFFECT OF DESIRE-FORCE
Desire-Force not only has its effect upon the person, and others near him, but it may be, and often is, sent for thousands of miles where it affects and influences others, in ways. Desire-Force is the mighty Force which makes many of the forms of Mental Magic possible. It spreads out from the mind of the person, affecting and influencing others even at other parts of the world, if concentrated and directed by the Will. It is a force beside which the X-Ray and Electricity fade into insignificance. It moves not merely blind, lifeless things, but the living minds, thought, emotions, passions and actions of Men. It is the force that rules the world, and its destinies. Like any other great Natural Force it is capable of being used for good or evil. It is neither good nor evil- it is either or both, according to the mind in which it originates."
--Now that is what I call "vital information"! Can you follow it? Let me know if I should share/not share more of this...
