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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

World 2012: Life Is Exceptional, A Miracle Breath of Light and Sound of Colour

This year in history astronomers announced their new concepts of reality.
They discussed their discoveries of a new class of planetary system.
They shared their new clues to how supernovae originate.
They perceived from their perspective that the color of the Milky Way is white.

Colour is an important property of galaxies that astronomers study.
Colour is an indicator to the qualities, within light, created during moving illumination.
It is important to many astronomers to quantify rarity -
to study events in the universe to understand their singular uniqueness.
I believe astronomers really want to know and understand life -
to know how rare life is, humans are, and if we are alone.
And beyond.

To know how unique our planet and humans are
generates a surge of great hope -
excitement for new potentials and possibilities.
To know that circumbinary planetary systems are not rare -
... and it is not unusual for planets to orbit two stars -
... and that millions of circumbinary systems may exist in the Milky Way -
is to experience an increase of creation creating infinity infinitely.
And beyond.

Now that three circumbinary systems have been found,
Kepler 34b, 35b, and 16b,
astronomers want to know how planets form around a pair of stars.
I consider one sperm and one egg.
They combine to create one union
that uniformly creates one other life
a formation of information in formation.

I consider my body is an unique planet,
made of the same ingredients as the stars -
atmospheric layers of energy around me,
auras revolving around my planetary core.

I am a composition of stellar universality
encasing creative unique dynamics.
My specialness is not alone,
I am not a singular event,
although I am an individual
individually formed
and uniformly unique.
There is much beyond beyond,
and beyond that beyond
there is more beyond.
And beyond.

I am beyond all that is beyond beyond.
Perhaps life is simply bringing all of one's Self,
and all of one's composition,
into one single position ...
seeing one's Self, one Self,  as more than I ...
more than one singular expression ...
more than one experience of multiversal creation.
I am certainly universal and multidimensional.
Beyond that, I imagine, beyond That.

Perhaps what feels real and unreal
is the truth of the enormity of personal power.

I witness other individuals encased in light,
sounding their frequencies of creation -
harmonically creating
conscious and unconscious acts of creation ...
and I experience That, my truth is a reality
That, is really a magical event
which moves very quickly.

My accelerated dream of brilliance
is unimaginable in some moments,
and tangible at other times.
I can taste my life as I create my life.
I can sense my power and feel my truth.
Inside me is a world creating worlds of creations.

I know illusionists are magicians and musicians
conquering the universes of their own internal demons,
and embracing the heavenly gifts of their singular talent.

I witness Others, creating
and see Some, aware of what they are creating.
It is lonely sometimes to watch a world asleep at the wheel of life,
alone, engaged in the cycle of living -
but deathly comatose to the wonders of Self-direction.

Humanity adrift on a raft of their own making,
riding the waves of Self-transformation,
clinging to hope that life is no more than they think it is ...
because if life was felt more ...
then feeling would hope for more feeling ...
and Human Beings would have their dreams to live.

I know each Human being can conjure the unimaginable -
and imagine the illusions of life are truth not yet manifest.

Humans alone can wonder why they are alone,
when in fact none of us are alone,
ever have been alone,
and never will be alone ...
I am only alone if I think I am alone,
there is much beyond beyond ...
and way beyond beyond is more beyond That.

Beyond the simplicity of life exists more.
More of everything,
more of anything,
more of different things,
but not more of the same thing -
since all that is created, is created, individually unique...
and all that has ever been created,
is never created to be exactly the same once again.
It is stimulating to imagine
that each creation that is here now,
will never be here again,
and never once, be created twice, the same.

No two things are alike,
things cannot be repeated the same once again,
all things cannot be duplicated exactly the same way twice.
No two events are the same,
events are a singular perception of a moment -
events cannot be duplicated exactly the same way over again.
No two experiences are the same,
experiences differ according to each unique individual.
Yes two humans experience the same moment,
as their own unique personal point of view -
perception is unique through the eye of the beholder.
And beyond?
Beyond beyond is more beyond.

The Book of Eloqence and Demonstration,
was written sometime after the year 781 by Al Jahiz (الجاحظ)
known also as Kitab al-Bayan wa al-Tabyin

Shahab al-Din Suhrawardi lived from 1155–1191,
and founded a school of Illumination,
to develop a version of reasoning called "Illuminationism".
Suhrawardi argued that light operates at all levels -
hierarchies and layers of reality.
He believed that light produces immaterial and substantial lights,
including immaterial intellects, human and animal souls -
even dusky shadow substances such as bodies
are produced by light producing light, producing light.
Light beyond light is more light,
and beyond light is more light creating light.
Beyond beyond is more beyond.

The Principle of Sufficient Reason ...
that anything which happens does so for a reason -
and that no state of affairs can be obtained,
and no statement can be true,
unless there is sufficient reason  -
... sufficient reason principles that
all that is ...  could not be otherwise.

Aristotle wrote that actual infinity is impossible ...
even though some humans believe
that all which has been created ...
builds on top of all that was previously created ...
and those new creations build beyond our previous beyonds.
Aristotle wrote that colour is dark black and white light mixing
to create shadows of varying proportions of themselves.

In 1810 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe wrote the Theory of Colours.
It is a poet's view on the nature of colour,
and how colours are perceived by humans.
His writings contain some concepts of phenomena
such as coloured shadows, refraction and chromatic aberration.
Humans guess each human perceives colour differently,
according to variety and circumstance.

No two people are the same,
no two people perceive the same,
no two events are the same.
You do not have to be a science genius to understand
that every human, every moment, and every point of view is different.

Every time I see, look, glimpse,
and bring my awareness to something ...
I have a unique insight, and different experience.
Colours move, light moves, my nervous system moves,
and so my sensory perceptional changes naturally.
My eyes gather, store and transmit information,
and so all events which built up over time include the previous afterimage.

I see my world according to all my built up experiences over time,
and I know that my senses gather experience ...
naturally evolve my inner world beyond, my beyond ...
beyond my last experience of beyond.
And then beyond that beyond my senses sense beyond.

I begin my cycle of life with my energy leading each day's awakening.
I lead my Self to Self-discover, Self-adventure and Self-explore.
My Self-navigation reveals within me all that creates my uniqueness.
And beyond.

Life is simple.
My life is for me to experience.
My Soul in my body lives my lifetime.
Individual human events are
each-to-their-own personal-experience,
of their own personal-humanity.
Individually created each-one-of-us
simply experiences our own individual-world.

Individuals have unique individual experiences of living life.
Each individual will experience the same event differently.
Each Human Being will perceive the same event sensually exceptional.
Each person will feel the same event individually.
Each Human Being is constructed to be especially unique.
And so life continues to be beyond exceptional ...
more special than the last special moment of experience.

To be human is to always be more than what you just experienced.
Infinity is in each moment, and in each moment is experience -
in each experience is the essence of infinity.
So simply lived, life is exceptional, unique, individual truth.
Self-leadership knows individual uniqueness.
Self-knowledge intuits individual specialness.
Life is exceptional, a miracle breath of light and sound of colour.

~Other People's Fingerprints~
In 1812, George Gordon Byron wrote;
"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'ver express, yet cannot all conceal."

Betsy Anderson, Dene Elder
at Tadoule Lake, Manitoba shared;
"There was a time
when all the people
and all the animals
understood each other
and spoke the same language."

Dene Nation, Sayisi Elder and Hunter
at Tadoule Lake, Manitoba
once shared his learnings
of the Ekw’i eghalats’eda
(Hunting Rules, ethical conduct with Nature);
"When I was a young man in Duck Lake
and went hunting with my dad,
when we came to a place
where there was a take and animals,
we would put a rock in the water in thanks.
We would stand on the land,
open our arms and say out loud
“Ma see cho nih” ‘Thank you, nature!

"Ocean Reflecting Light"

"New Born Curiosity"

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Viti Levu 1989: Wisdom is Accepting The Diplomacy of Love of Life

In town I phone a friend
only to learn of a friend in New York’s murder.
While I was held hostage at the Fiji airport,
during the "dangerous coup"
while my friend "safely" in New York
was having his life taken from him,
and his last breath stolen.

Back in the countryside,
at the Fiji-airport-guard's-cousin's-Guest-Hostel,
I find my bag broken open, and possessions robbed.

What is in my heart, I choose.
As it is within, so it is without.
I choose life, to not steal or degrade any other one's life.
I will more life within my Self.
My life.

My life continues on with, and without my material possessions.
I choose to spend a few minutes letting go,
unwinding the stories being told inside my head.
I choose to break open my own heart to discover more.
I am feeling deeply the loss of my friend.
I am not feeling anything concerning my lost and stolen things.
My life.

The illusions in life
can sometime overwhelm my Self-awareness,
yet never exterminate my light,
nor over power my Self-empowerment.
My life.

I decide to discipline my perspective.
I once saved my life,
and the life of my girlfriend,
by apologizing profusely
to an angry boy-man
cutting the air
with a sharp whirling knife.

He desired the intimacy of respect,
at the sharp edged end of a knife.
His devotion to the aggressive worship of love,
and his insincerely acted out desire, not of his Soul -
brought us together, not bound, in mysterious ways.
His life and my life did not meet under the best of circumstances.
His life and his choices were different,
very different than my life and my choices.
His life ended young.
My life has no end of insight.
My life.

I do not always enjoy history that repeats -
stories of stolen pride, false ego, breaking hearts ...
and so my Self-charitable act of the day
is to repeat the Mantra –
"possessions share no value equal to any life."
 Even possessions which in their making cost lives,
and possessions which people spend their lives attaining -
do not value the life that was spent or taken for them.
My life is of my own making.
My life is a reflection of my own attainment.
My life.

I have spent some of my life witnessing the expenditure of life for life.
An exchange of life Spirit to manufacture, lose or gain more material life.
As I grieve for my friend it seems like ...
pure nature creates impure products.
Or in my grief it seems ...
impurity shines within us all,
illuminating our purest Self-nature,
transforming presence into more essence of presence.
This is it ... is that it?
My life.

Possessions share no value equal to my life within my heart.
I keep my life force in balance ... and ...
I place a incantation of good intention on my stolen goods ...
I evoke my energetic directive to conjure ...
"More wealth of responsibility,
for whoever now possesses my former goods -
For whoever now possesses my objects,
that they desired,
by their own desire and will-power
they will-lead
an enhanced life of increased merit.
They will become do gooders, living to do good."

My directive compounds their cost of gain.
Everything in life is free, yet not free,
of the cost of responsibility to accountability -
especially stolen life force
of one from another ...
stolen life by force.
My life cannot be taken or stolen.
It is my life.
My life.

I pass the night in mourning
with my passport and money cached in my brassiere.
I wake up charged with a renewed sense of adventure.
Determined to take the bus full circle around the island,
to experience the Fijian’s point of view of their homeland,
I depart.
I decide
to go to the other side of the island
to the capital city of Suva.
To explore the life of others,
and explore my own life.
A non-native lady at the bus stop insists I must sleep on the bus,
because the only stop along the road for the night
is a Native Fijian village.
I decide to get off
at the Fijian village of first people's who care for this land.
After all is said and done ...
after everything is gained and spent ...
I value my life experiences, of life.
My life.

On buses in Central America I mastered the art of blending in,
by practicing the skill of sleeping awake,
yet gaining strength,
on any moving object.
I apply my well earned experience
and knowledge of this well learned trait.
I will my chin to nod against my chest,
as the bus travels in the circumference of this homeland -
Revolving around homes, I dream,
and I see my home within my life.
I see within my Self, my life.
My life.

The woman beside me nudges me discreetly,
awakening my trance
to point at my bag.
The handle of my bag is tightly secured to my wrist and leg.
My view is the hole in the floor ...
gray green leaves dusted grayer from bus contacting with road.
This lady pointing at my bag
is making deliberate eye contact with me,
then she diverts her eyes
to show me another perspective -
a young who is averting his eyes form mine..
The lady's view is of two disadvantaged and disaffected youth,
I am their view,
and my bag is within their view.
I guess that my bag is being discussed,
priced for it's potential value.
So, yet again, the contents of my life
are being abstractly evaluated
for surrealistic obtainment -
shall we risk our lives to potentially steal her life.
The only thing that might be stolen from me is their possibility for more.
No more, more except more of my life.
My life.

I have no plans to work my way through Fiji broken and hungry,
so I hum a warm-hearted song to awaken kindness within -
to those without, and to those without a fully awaken heart.
I accompany my song with a do-not-cross-my-boundary-glare ...
perfected while living in New York and Los Angeles in the 1980s.
I have no urge to demonstrate my survival skills,
so I scan for sympathetic eyes among the bus passengers.
I telepathically ask for camaraderie,
the attention of the other women on the bus,
I include their pigs, roosters, chickens.
The whole assembled busload senses a disturbance in the force.
All the women, animals and birds become restless for my defence,
they awaken their felt-sensations of the appreciated value of life.
They awaken their Self-worth, and come in aid of me caring for my life.
My life.

Old enough to be humiliated
by the possibility of being beaten by women and chickens -
the boys get nervous.
The gang of boys huddle to discuss
the odds of potential versus possibility,
and possibility versus probability.
We all pause while they reach their verdict.
The women join me in song,
pretty soon we are all singing,
especially the pigs, roosters and chickens.
Protected by gentleness of my gender's heart,
and my heart-felt friendliness,
I use good-nature as my weapon of choice.
I save my life to be lived by me.
It is after all is said and done, my life.
My life.

A woman’s truth often begins and ends with true diplomacy.
True diplomacy often ends disputes by giving food,
and nurturing immature egos.
I offer the boys chewing gum,
and they accept the terms of truce.
They chew and savour their lives.
I save the savour of my life.
My life.

A woman's wisdom is understanding diplomacy,
and that diplomacy ends disputes
by accepting loves heals all wounds.
Healing the big ones and the little ones,
be it people or people's actions,
within or without ...
perhaps there are no wounds -
only life.
Many lives, each one of our lives, one life.
My life.

Woman understand wisdom is accepting the diplomacy of love.
My life is a reflection of my understanding of Self-love.
Living life is a reflection of loving the force of life.
My life is a force I live,
in reflection of
my Self-love of my own life.
Life is a force that reflects
Self-love of life -
my life, your life, our life, pure life.
Wisdom is accepting the diplomacy of love of life.
My life.

Life ... mine, theirs, yours, ours -
all is life being lived unmeasured and unbridled.
A life unexperienced is a life not lived.
A life not lived is a Soul not fully born.
A Soul not fully born
knocks it's head
against the doors within,
wanting out,
wanting to explore the experience of it's life.
To each their own life.
This is,
My Life.

Life is a force that reflects Self-love of Soul -
your Soul, my Soul, our Soul, pure Soul.
My Soul generates my life-force.
My life-force reflects my Soul in my life.
Life is a force that reflects the Soul in life, of life -
your life, my life, our life, pure life.
Life being lived.
Wisdom is accepting the diplomacy of love of life.
Life lived.
My life.

 ~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Sometimes after 1938 Charles Simic wrote;
“It looks so dark the end of the world may be near.
I believe it’s going to rain.
The birds in the park are silent.
Nothing is what it seems to be,
Nor are we.”

Image Credit: Karin Lisa Atkinson