hypersleep dreams of the hypermind

“For who can return ‘nowhere?’” – Thomas Merton

tumbling through space
thoughts flashing
through mind illumined
electrically and esoterically
charged
i come to the
end of the road
the gig is up
i tried to run
but could never hide
from myself
i seem to just be
a 3D projection of
a 2D surface
an echo
a collapsed star
turned in
on itself
a lower dimensional
shadow
from dimensions
above or is it below
I stand across a sea
i can never reach
stuck behind
this one-sided boundary
everything is
different here
i long to be back
in that place
where all is
Unus Mundus
where up is down
and down is up
so long ago
forgotten
lost in hypersleep now
in this closed
hyperreal loop
now i’m getting it
i know this tune
do not despair
we are echoes
of something else
we can not know
i accept this now
in my hypermind
when quiet
what is left
am i just

mechanical flotsam?
bohm’s ‘system of thought’?
an outside without an inside?

no

i am
the ambassador
for the true Emperor
and nothing less
the holy one
who knows
the secrets
you have never
dreamed to seek
he winds me up every night
for the day’s competition
like a charging tin soilder
who must follow the rules
in this funland
but we can choose
what rules we wish
to follow
for there is
no such thing
as rules
in that other
place
i write
these silly words
begging someone
not to forget
to turn out the
light when they
are done playing
and please
don’t forget to
wind my spring
for i have many
battles yet to fight
I always live
to fight
another day
now leave
me to my
hyperdreams

Kali the Divine Mother

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Kali Lithograph c. 1850

I had an interesting experience with the Divine Mother and one of her aspects today. Here is the net of that experience below, an excerpt from Paramhansa Yogananda’s, The Essence of Self-Realization, Ways in Which God Can be Worshiped. There are many aspects of the Creation.

Paramhansa Yogananda visits my dreams and Kali whispers in my ear. If ever I would have followed a guru and Divine Soul like the Christ, it would have been Yogananda. I would have spent some time at his feet. I feel in his words a love for creation that swells my small human breast until it might explode. They are me and we are part of the child of Creation. Who is there to follow? Who is following? Who is writing these words? Who is reading them?  – omega

Ways in Which God Can be Worshiped

“One thing I cannot appreciate in the Hindu religion,” said a Christian severely, “is its plethora of gods.”

“There are many,” agreed the Master. “Each, however, represents an attempt to remind us of God in one of His innumerable aspects. They are abstractions—a way of saying, ‘No human being can really understand what God is, but here, at least, is something that He does.’

“Take, for example, the image of the goddess Kali. This is a good case in point, because, out of all Hindu images, Kali has been the one most misunderstood by Western minds.

“Kali stands naked. Her right foot is placed on the chest of Her prostrate husband. Her hair streams out, disheveled, behind Her. A garland of human heads adorns Her neck. In one of four hands She brandishes a sword; in another,  a severed head. Her tongue, usually painted a bright red, lolls out as though in blood-lust.”

At this point the Christian shuddered. Yogananda grinned roguishly.

“If we thought that this image depicted Kali as She is,” he continued, “I grant you, it might awaken devotion in very few devotees! However, the purpose of that image is to describe certain universal functions of the Divine in Nature.

“Kali represents Mother Nature. She is Aum, the cosmic vibration. In Aum everything exists—all matter, all energy, and the thoughts of all conscious beings. Hence, Her garland of heads, to show that She is invisibly present in all minds.

“The play of life and death expresses Her activity in Nature: creation, preservation, and destruction. Hence the sword, the head, and a third hand extended, bestowing life.

“Her energy is omnipresent; hence Her streaming hair, representing energy.

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“Shiva, Her husband, represents God in His vibrationless state, beyond creation. Thus, He is depicted as supine.

“Kali’s tongue is protruding not in blood-lust as most people believe, but because in India, when a person makes a mistake, he sticks out his tongue. In the West, don’t you express embarrassment somewhat similarly? You put your hands to your mouth.

“Kali is depicted as dancing all over creation. This dance represents the movement of cosmic vibration, in which all things exist. When Kali’s foot touches the breast of the Infinite, however, She puts her tongue out as if to say, ‘Oh, oh, I’ve gone too far!’ For at the touch of the Infinite Spirit, all vibration ceases.

“Kali’s fourth hand is raised in blessing on those who seek, not Her gifts, but liberation from the endless play of maya, or delusion.

“Those who feel themselves attracted to Nature’s outward manifestations must continue the endless round of life and death, through incarnation after incarnation. Those devotees, however, who deeply long for freedom from the cosmic play worship God in the indwelling Self. Through meditation, they merge in the infinite Aum. And from oneness with Aum they pass beyond creation, to unite their consciousness with God—timeless, eternal Bliss.

“The statues of Kali are not intended to depict the Divine Mother as She looks, but simply to display Her functions in the aspect of Mother Nature.

“The Divine Mother is, of course, without form, though we may say also that Her body is the entire universe, with its infinity of suns and moons. She can also appear to the devotee in human form, however. When She does so, She is enshrined in supernal beauty.

“All the images of gods in India are symbolic. We must look beyond their shapes to the hidden meanings they represent.”

 

My Cosmic Mother’s Face

Fairy dream faces, like fresh flowers,
May bloom in the vase of my gaze for my soul to see;
But the Face that vanished behind space
Cannot be replaced by any of these.

There are faces of transcendent beauty,
Faces of exquisite charm, faces tender and true;
There are faces of sweetness and wisdom,
But there’s none like the face of You.

There are faces tainted by fires of lust,
Faces the wise cannot fathom, faces a child cannot trust.
There are faces of beauty, steeped in glory through and through;
But O Cosmic Mother, they are dim beside You.

There’s the violet, the lily, the lotus, the rose;
Fragrant flower-faces blooming under the snows;
There are faces of stars, and the moon and the sun.
But for me there’s One Face evermore, only one.

After my search through aeons unnumbered,
The never-ceasing streamlets of my dreams
Have melted in Thy silver ocean-face,
Where smiling love forever softly gleams.

Countless silver rays of living beauties
Have melted into one transcendent grace –
The beauties of a million, million ages –
To make, at last, Thine omnipresent face.

Without Thy face, there is no light for me
In all the unplumbed depths of land or seal
Thy beauty-rays are rainbowed over all
Eternity, while planets rise and fall.

On the lips of laughter, on roses in the dawn,
It is Thy smile forever glowing there-
An immortelle of glory, heavenly sweet
With fragrance of unceasing, selfless prayer.

On the calm lake of my breathless bosom,
Where ripplets of desire no more
Play little games like children,
The glimmer of Thy face is spreading o’er.

In the cleansed mirror of my memory,
In the deep crystal pool that is my heart,
I see Thine omnipresence trapped for me-
Of my own self forevermore a part.
As I, awakening, pass through gates of light,
Thy wisdom-face is all my soul can see.
Faded, the pale pleasure-stars of dream skies,
In the omniscient light enfolding Thee.

Auroras, lights squeezed from shimmering hives of atoms,
Flashing feelings, burning vitalities, worlds of flame,
Dumb stones and speaking minds – all melted together
To form Thy one face and to spell Thy one name.

My vision, withdrawn from viewing pulsating centuries,
Throws its countless eyes within to search eternity;
And all I seek, O Cosmic Mother, all I crave forever,
Is the light of one face – the face of Thee!

– Paramahansa Yogananda

‘I’ as a Ray of Light

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Truth is a pathless land. Man cannot come to it through any organization, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, nor through any philosophic knowledge or psychological technique. He has to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the understanding of the contents of his own mind, through observation and not through intellectual analysis or introspective dissection…— J. Krishnamurti

“And God said, Let there be Light: and there was Light.” Gen.1:3

I wanted to share some perennial wisdom distilled from many sources by the mysterious Wei Wu Wei in the 60’s, who reminds of Magnum P.I.’s secret benefactor we never saw. It has been coming to me from several places. I have been experimenting with the Taoist idea of Wu Wei, “non-doing”, over the last year. Perhaps better understood through Wei Wu Wei, “effortless doing”, which allows one to express their being creatively in the moment with no thinking, just intuitive non-action. This way of thinking has many benefits.

For me, creating spontaneously using this Way of Non-Action ultimately helped me realize myself as a ray of Light from the Sun.  If you look at the Sun too long, you can forget the trees though.  I realized that I AM just Light, and all rays go back to the same Sun. Behind that Light is Love. To simply Be is evidence of it. But you suffer you say, this is no heaven. Who suffers? What is suffering? What is Heaven? Who is sacrificed? Who dies? Nothing suffers in the Light. In the Light you can only Be what you are. You only suffer when you turn your eyes from yourself. We are all reflecting the same Light back at each other. I hope you will look with new eyes upon each other in recognition of yourself.

Are you a reflection? A “conceptual effect” of the Light being processed by other’s brains? It must be a sick joke! How absurd! I was kidding, better not read any further. I warned you. And yes, you Uber smarties, I just swallowed it all hook, line and sinker. Perhaps I looked at the Sun way too long and it fried my brain. Move along. Nothing to see here but the ramblings of a Fool.

THE TENTH MAN : 14

Light on the Subject

Light shines: it does not seek to shine; it does not know that it is shining; it just appears to shine on encountering objective resistance, and shining is all that it appears to be.

Shining, therefore, is the apparent nature, the apparent being of the suchness of Light. And wherever it is shining it never finds darkness – but always itself.

Light in itself is insentient and incognisable, invisible, inaudible, intangible; light is ubiquitous in space although the sky itself appears dark. Sensorially, in manifestation, imperceptible, as light it may be said to have no conceptual existence apart from its shining, but is cognisable only by objective reflection from sensorially perceived particles in our conceptually assumed atmosphere.

All this, however, merely happens to us, or appears to happen or not to happen, to us. We think, and say, that it ‘exists’ merely because it is among the experiences that are sensorially perceptible to sentient beings, among reactions recorded by one or more of our five rudimentary senses and interpreted by the sixth. It appears to happen to us: that is all we can know about it; the assumption that it has any other existence whatever, to suggest that it exists in any manner or degree independently of our cognising of it, is entirely gratuitous. Therefore to think or to speak of it as being this, that, the other, anything whatever or nothing, is merely absurd. All we can ever know of it is what we ourselves think about it; it exists, therefore, as an appearance in our psyche, and it has no known or knowable existence of its own.

‘Light’ is our light: and there is no reason whatever to suppose that there is any other kind of light. And so, being our light, it is an aspect of whatever-we-are; being nothing whatever but whatever-we-are, we must be what it is, and since whatever-we-are must always be reduced to the vocable ‘I’, no matter who says it, Light must be I, and I must be Light. Therefore whatever Light may be, I arise and shine. But I only manifest when I encounter the apparent resistance of objectivity, whereby I shine, for when all apparent objects are removed, objects and I remain in the potentiality of Dhyana, the static aspect of Prajna, which is the not-shining of Light and the apparent darkness of space.

In whatever direction light may be oriented, on whatever resistance it may manifest and shine, it never finds darkness, but always its own light; in whatever direction I may be oriented – all sentience being ‘I’ – never can I find other than I, for whether or not I manifest and shine, I never encounter darkness, but only absence of my light as ‘I’. My presence and my absence, therefore, have none but an apparent difference due to the apparent existence of objects, for there is nothing but what I am as Suchness.

Every shining action which is the apparent aspect of the functioning of Light, finds only itself – for nothing can be perceived that is not illumined by Prajna which I am. Darkness is a concept which entails absence of light, which is the voidness of annihilation. Only in the eternal and ubiquitous shining of timeless and spaceless Prajna can there be sentience, and sentience can be said to be a distributed radiance of prajnaic shining, finding expression dualistically via supposedly independent entities, whose apparent independent existence is a conceptual effect of such divided reflection.

The luminosity of prajnaic functioning, which to every sentient being is ‘I’, renders every action universal – since only the luminous functioning of prajnaic ‘I’ can produce the appearance of action. The supposed individuals concerned may be regarded as phenomenal reflections in whom prajnaic shining is all that they are and all that the vocable ‘I’ can be assumed to imply. (didn’t I say that)

Therefore by ‘the seeing’ of you, you can see me; in ‘the hearing’ of the stream, you can hear the stream; in ‘the cognising’ of the sensorial universe, every sentient being can cognise the universe; and in ‘the apprehending’ of ‘the truth of Ch’an’, every sentient being can apprehend it – and so can be ‘free’.

It is what I am that is seeing,
And I have ten-thousand eyes.

The Mystery

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When i shut my eyes all i see and hear is…

That which you can explain is not you.
That which you cannot explain is you.”

Ug, mystics

Who is behind my seeking

Who is that watching me

Must be true

Life is but a dream

The great cosmic giggle

i do not exist

But here I AM…now

Filled with Joy

Living a happy delusion

The Mystery continues…

Image – Space Skull 3

All You Need

imageThe lips of wisdom are closed except to the ears of understanding.
Listen to all, follow none
.”

You have no need of a teacher

The only one you need trust is within

If you seek not for gain with a pure heart

There is something else to know about yourself

Nail your fears to the bathroom door stall

Leave the illusion of happiness behind

Easier said than done you say

Why don’t you come and play

And learn to sing this song

Echoes from the Deep

Ancient Echoes from Ancestors standing behind
Gods of our future pulling us into the Black Hole

Spectral lines of the Illusion visible
The Spirit ebbs, here is what remains

A good Teacher does not instruct
They Create doubt and tension

The Student becomes the Teacher
The Teacher the Student

The Point of Life is that…it ends
Every moment is an opportunity for Growth

Two halves set in motion against one another
The dual shall become One

No one can take the Journey but you
This Path is yours alone

Blue lines of the double Helix merging
The veil torn

Real Life is found
In the Infinite moment

You will move without Knowing
With pure Intent and Compassion

To dance with Eternity
Is to Learn the order of things

You will not Seek for yourself
You will find Peace in other’s Joy

You do not Know yourself
Listen within and be Calm

Swim to the middle
Swim down with no Hope of return

The secret is yours if instead of seeking to Possess
You freely Give all you have

No one knows
You only move in Love when aligned

When you Seek to help first
Instead of to Possess you have a Clue

How long will you settle for abstractions of Truth
Drink Long and Deep from the Source

Do not learn Patience waiting for what you want
Patiently wait for what you Need

In the end it’s all very Simple
Live every moment in Eternity

You must embrace the Secret parts of yourself
The ones you were Warned not to Touch

All Lies and Illusion
To Survive you must be Indivisible

Trust your True self
And you will not Fear

To know thyself is to be connected to All
To be connected to All in Love is Perfection