Sunday, April 19, 2015


Love is infectious,  amour est contagieux,  el amor es contagioso,  Любовь инфекционные,  אהבה היא זיהומיות,  liebe ist ansteckend,  爱是有传染性الحب هو المعدية...

                                                                                            


Eventually  most souls  get  to  a  place   in
life where there is  a   need  for 
 synchronizing the seemingly irreconcilable.  There  are  and   always will be mysteries    Annata- that which is beyond   name  and   form,   beyond   thinking  
 Where      matter  exists,    change   is     constant,     and   there   is  only lasting  resolution   in     that     which      is    unchangeable.   annitcha   This    eternal     irresolvable  incongruity (where  there is no  time   &  there  is
no change)   is  the  pheromonal    predicament  of perpetual change.


 As Arjuna said to Krishna: "The mind is restless, turbulent, powerful and obstinate. I deem it as difficult to control as the wind." 

*“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience."

― José Micard Teixeira


Upon death, I suppose the quest for re-entry into a more desirable lifetime ultimately is  beyond our control . We may however quite possibly exert some influence in this destination based upon our behavior in this present lifetime.

Brilliantly incapable of average comprehension is the idiot savant. The complex mind has many layers, and it takes some study, introspection and analysis to recognize when these disparate parties and partial selves are functioning correctly or are requiring specialized attention. Even a complete simpleton possesses  layer upon layer of compartmentalized sectors, vying for energies in the psycho dynamic scheme of things.


I believe the soul never dies (purusha) it is persistent, all pervading and complete in and of itself; aksara, "imperishable, indestructible, fixed, immutable" The prakriti is the physical aspect of matter, and that is what differentiates souls from  mere bodily containers of spirit. We are all a separated and singular piece of the great soul, the atman. Our individual  karma  are  the reason  we  are  here.    It  is  the   sole   catalyst  that    separates   and   differentiates   us    one from another.  It is only fully to the one  eternal absolute soul, God  Brahman. 


John 13:34-35 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”


Maya is the false perception and illusion that matter is not changeless and is not subject to corruption, decay and transmogrification. Christ having such knowledge said:  *"Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal."  Matthew 6:19


*Reality is  an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."
             Albert Ein

  Thank  the Lord  for the mute button.

 “Tree, Oh tree, why won't you speak to me?"                                                        
  Because, you speak enough for three.



"The worst of all deceptions is self-deception."
Plato

*The mind can be likened  to  a  trap  for   consciousness,   a labyrinth, or a prison. It is not that you are in prison, you are the prison. The prison is an illusion.  If you are identified with an illusory self,    then   you  are asleep.  Once you are aware of the prison, and you fight to get out of the   illusion then you are treating the illusion as if it is real then you remain asleep.  The  dream    becomes a  nightmare.  You’ll be chasing and running from shadows forever.  Samadhi is     the   awakening  from   the dream of the separate self or the ego construct.   Samadhi   is the awakening from  the    prison called me. You can never  actually  be free because  wherever  you go  your   prison    is    there. Awakening is not about getting rid of the mind or the matrix.  On   the  contrary   when you are not identified with it then you can experience the play of life more fully, enjoying  the show  as it is  without cravings or fear.  The divine game of lila, the game of  playing  in   duality.   Dancing with Shiva.  Human consciousness is a  continuum,  on  one  extreme,  humans    identify    with material self, on the other extreme is samadhi, the  cessation  itself.  Every step we take  on  the continuum toward samadhi, brings less suffering. Less suffering does not mean life is free from pain. Samadhi is beyond the duality of pain and  pleasure.  It means there is less mind and less self  creating resistance to whatever is to unfold. Non resistance is what creates suffering.


“Loneliness is such an omnipotent and painful threat to many persons that they have little conception of the positive values of solitude, and even at times are very frightened at the prospect of being alone. Many people suffer from “the fear of finding oneself alone,” remarks André Gide, “and so they don’t find themselves at all.” 
― Rollo MayMan's Search for Himself

You know how sometimes at night you see in windows the glowing blue hue of people watching televisions? If you could see love there would be a similar brilliance glowing in homes where love prevails; an incandescence of full life force.


Somewhere your own next incarnation exists and is waiting to be happily dissolved by your actions and efforts in this timeline.

Never was there a time when I did not exist, nor you, nor all these kings; nor in the future shall any of us cease to be. *Bhagavad-gītā 2.12

Hermes Trismegistos is made to say: “To speak of God is impossible. For corporeal cannot express the incorporeal . . . That which has not any body nor appearance, nor form, nor matter, cannot be apprehended by sense. I understand, Tatios, I understand, that which it is impossible to define—that is God”. (SD I, p. 286)


A grandfather recites a plight to his grandson:
Grandfather: I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, angry, violent one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one. Grandson:   Which wolf will win the fight in your heart, Grandfather?
Grandfather: The one that I feed.*

Oh I consider much of dreams to be more a mammalian brain function as opposed to some mystical oracle of auguries. It's a crap shoot so to speak. However if a conscientious person continues  denying a problem, it will surface in dreams. In that (pushing into consciousness) the analog becomes the digital; the brain becomes the mind, the repressed becomes known, and a dynamism of truth (that which is repressed) demands that it shows itself.           
                                                

The human brain is a kludge of different operating systems: the ancient reptilian brain (motor functions, fight-or-flight instincts), the limbic or mammalian brain (emotions) and the more recently evolved neocortex (rationality). Religion irritates the rational brain because it trades in magical thinking and no proof, but it nourishes the emotional brain because it calms fears, answers to yearnings and strengthens feelings of loyalty.    Stephen T. Asma©  NYT
 
 I surmise that we,  throughout the day, perceive far more than we can comprehend and logically comfortably assimilate,  so the brain  requires some time to pull together the unfathomable quagmire of a loosely bound myriad  of images  and ideas.  Thus, this is why sleep is essential.  This phantasmagoria seemingly becomes a kaleidoscopic  mush  which nevertheless  must be somehow managed, and somehow miraculously transcribed by a finite mind.  Our computer like mind requires time to acquire ample disk space for the brain.


 Our brain (not mind) is capable of retaining great detail in each day of observations, so much so that much, if not most, must be filtered in order  to maintain an equilibrium. Thus it is  partially a mechanical dynamism and function of thought (mind).


An abstruse amorphous algorithmic ad hominem of a priori antinomies, and smarmy snark. (an aside)


Do not confuse verbal dexterity for moral superiority.


A person can be highly intelligent, but if they forgo being delicate with people, they’ve upended their intellect.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/359151/rush-et-al/




On Sigmund  Freud:

His compartmentalizing the psyche is literally a roadmap to honesty and self-understanding. The psychodynamics of repression, oppression, denial, and other clever tricks the mind cunningly applies to avoid some pressing matter is the stuff of neurosis, some psychosis and the co-morbidity of complexes. The Oedipal state applies to boys and girls. Jung's archetypes and shadows (animus/anima) are examples of conceptual awareness that can bury a healthy mind in confabulations that apply reaction formations and defense mechanisms. These shields and rogue thoughts are the mainstay characteristics of personality disorders. Sigmund Freud was nothing less than a genius. I suppose his relevance is dependent upon one's values. Certainly any self examining analyst endeavors after that which is inscrutable, mysterious and layered in guile.  "The highest measure of his meaning may derive from the echoes of his voice in artistic work." That statement is profound and astute. Freudian psychoanalysis is a foundation for many "artistic works" that require a clear understanding of the minds' convoluted machinations that squirm between instinct and intellect.


"Super-ego," a cold, censorious spoilsport whose favorite phrase is "Thou shalt not."  For some people, whose spontaneous awareness is strangled in a network of inhibitions, prohibitions, guilts, fears, repressions and other unlovely products of a puritanical conscience, the weakening of the super-ego generates a certain Dionysian ecstasy, a fuller, richer sense of being, a liberation.

Jung writes:

Neurosis is an inner cleavage — the state of being at war with oneself. Everything that accentuates this cleavage makes the patient worse, and everything that mitigates it tends to heal him. What drives people to war with themselves is the suspicion or the knowledge that they consist of two persons in opposition to one another. The conflict may be between the sensual and the spiritual man, or between the ego and the shadow. It is what Faust means when he says: “Two souls, alas, dwell in my breast apart.” A neurosis is a splitting of personality.



His personal sense of identification is not bound up in gender, race, body, status, income, ideology… or ego construct

Anata- that which is beyond name and form, beyond thinking.   (in Theravada Buddhism) the belief that since all things are constantly changing, there can be no such thing as a permanentunchanging self: one of the three basic  characteristics of existence

Hell is a state in which your whole life is concentrated on your perceived agony. 

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/387855/something-for-everyone/


Unmitigated honesty is the best writing tool in which to assure utmost authenticity.





On a raft of obscure and recondite verbiage which  stubs the rigidity of the ordinary toe, offends the things they hold most dear, and deploring  the banal and mundane  average usage which is a literary artisan's foe.


A lunatic is entitled to his temper, but artistic temperament is often a self declared  license for misbehavior; the sneering cynical maladroit among the masses of averageness...


*"You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack of all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That's the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world.”  

Octave Mirbeau*


I  posit that  suspected victimization is often used to limit one's abilities (defense mechanism)  by scapegoating and blame-saying to remain in a fixed state. A mediocre homeo stasis of  intransigence based on the extreme need for comfort.  *The faults of others you deplore, but of yourself you don’t keep score.   *Todd Rundgren



The attempted use of  reasoning to define and conceptualize something beyond the comprehension of all minds combined, is an exercise in futility. The dogmas and doctrines and creeds come into play; creeping little labels of ownership and authorization  that turn the one against the other.  Each warring and quibbling and demanding some entitlement of exclusivity, some divine sense of holy propriety and territoriality. (anthropomorphizing)

Astronomy 101:  I  succumbed  into  a  stupor of inconsolable incredulity upon discovery of black holes. I was never a really stable person in the first place, but that was     sufficient   to send me   off   into       an   abyss    of    imagination   similar   to   that   of   an autistic  child  dumbstruck  from  beholding  and relishing   the   pure   intricacy  of   things.  My  professor  waved  his  hand  in front of my face as one would do to ascertain  if   someone  had  vision.   I was out to lunch before the whole class.

A word processor won't make you a writer. A  calculator won't make you a mathematician. A stage and a microphone won't make you profound, eloquent, articulate, a thespian, or talented...


Some people are so invested in their hate and fear that peace is the most threatening thing they can imagine. They have become accustomed to conflict as stimulus, as a homeostasis. 

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/600990/destination-anehodnia/



anhedonia |ˌanhēˈdōnēə, -hi-|
noun, Psychiatry
inability to feel pleasure.
DERIVATIVES
anhedonic |-ˈdänik| adjective
ORIGIN late 19th cent.: from French anhédonie, from Greek an- ‘without’ + hēdonē ‘pleasure.’



For many  hippies there was the humane conclusion that blindly seeking financial security at the cost of the soul, personal happiness and phony ethics was a dead end unfulfilling lifestyle.   The quest  through drugs was mostly to find alternatives to alcohol, tobacco and other socially acceptable but destructive substances.      I  rarely use  metaphors,  but  one  man's  meat  is  another  man's   

poison.  Generally if you aren't as dedicated to working, paying taxes and being a "contributing member of society" you risk being a cast out.  The American constitution protects a person's individual right to pursue happiness, it doesn't explicitly define the course one undertakes to achieve said happiness. Originally (for hippies) it was all about love and peace, destructive drugs then entered the scene. Just prior to  this time,  I believe it was considered effeminate or sissified for a man to talk about love (outside the church). The hippies were unafraid and unashamed of love.




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http://hellopoetry.com/-sobroquet/

Poets make lousy friends because  eventually they’ll  skewer you with their poison pen; their  insulting  writ of relentless invective and opprobrious apoplectic venom. The naked foist of un-allayed aggression as art-form whereby  the vitriol of familiarity slices like a knife. The very nature of chumminess turns adversarial.   A quirk, an idiosyncrasy, a malevolent adherence so committed to  unmitigated truth that it is as a fist to the face,  a shocking starkness of  incivility justified by a requisite expedience hastened by the anxious need to blow you off forthwith. A lunatic is entitled to his artistic temperament .


I don't want knowledge, I want certainty
I'm as constant as a star, constantly in the darkness
get back to me when you can explain black holes without swallowing hard
God's sewer system
transmogrification
nothing entirely disappears, it merely changes shape
dissoluble
we never really die 

“The Only Thing That Is Constant Is Change -” Heraclitus 









I regard all life as phenomena that is beyond exact description or definition.  Therefore you have mystics philosophers, oracles and religions.  Most people are simpletons with enough curiosity to know that life is devoid of any entire  elucidation, and religion makes things tidy, knowable and then forgettable.  The Bible probably has as much bullshit as beauty, and that sounds like life in general. Nihilism isn't defeat as much as it is reconciliation with the absence of continuity.

                                  

*This is an ancient stratagem and many have used it: The way of the monk, the way of the hermit or the recluse is the way of one who tries to obtain victory by avoiding the battle. He makes a fortified position in a remote place and hopes that the enemy will not find him. There were days when men and women in thousands flocked to the desert, lived in caves, remote hermitages, perched like storks on the tops of tall columns. Does such a retreat ensure victory? Not necessarily. It simplifies the struggle but the hermit, too, has his problems. There are devils in the desert, as St. Anthony discovered. Besides, as a permanent way of life, it is sterile. A year's retreat into the desert may be profitable but a lifetime in the wilderness -- that is another matter. A man owes something to the society that produced him even though he may dislike that society and reject its values.     
                                           The Master Game

You are the descendant of millions of years of yearning. Defining the inexplicable is impossible.  Language does breakdown when broaching the predicament of phenomena,   something  for   which   language  is  not    and   was   not    ever intended.  Ensnared by the necessity for empirical results;  reliable  duplication, crucibles of criterion that result in  replication,  necessitated  by  a  reductionist 
world,  whereby  only  'facts'  have  validity  and  the separation from the spirit world creates another chasm.


"When you find someone who is industrious, studious, compassionate, loved by friends, and neighbors, tolerant in religious views, and who can point out to you the magnificence and efficacy of God in the simplest of things, you have found a mystic." "With these qualities, whether one is attired in sacerdotal robe or in the overalls of a mechanic, one is none the less a mystic." ~ Ralph M. Lewis

Samadhi
The mind can be likened to a trap for consciousness, a labyrinth, or a prison. It is not that you are in prison, you are the prison. The prison is an illusion.  If you are identified with an illusory self, then you are asleep.  Once you are aware of the prison, and you fight to get out of the illusion then you are treating the illusion as if it is real then you remain asleep.  The dream becomes a nightmare.  You’ll be chasing and running from shadows forever.
Samadhi is the awakening from the dream of the separate self or the ego construct. Samadhi is the awakening from the prison called me. You can never actually be free because wherever you go  your prison is there. Awakening is not about getting rid of the mind or the matrix.  On the contrary, when you are not identified with it then you can experience the play of life more fully, enjoying  the show  as it is  without cravings or fear. 


 The divine game of lila, the game of playing in duality; dancing with Shiva.  Human consciousness is a continuum, on one extreme, humans  identify with material self, on the other extreme is samadhi, the cessation itself.  Every step we take on the continuum toward samadhi, brings less suffering. Less suffering does not mean life is free from pain. Samadhi is beyond the duality of pain and pleasure. It means there is less mind and less self  creating resistance to whatever is to unfold. Resistance is what creates suffering.


A Movie Review
   The movie Men,Women & Children, is a dark almost dystopian drama revolving around the information age of the internet, smart phones , pornography, gaming and the social estrangement and conflict that it can sometimes cause. Several families and many stories comprise this psychologically penetrating film. This rendering is a contemporary depiction of how the anonymity of a veiled identity can lead to an insatiable greed for power, deceit, isolation and the peculiar dilemma of emptiness in the midst of "company." It is a story of how young people are exposed to too much too soon; indeed, how all of us are susceptible to becoming emotionally hobbled, psychically injured, morally corrupted, cynical, confused and dissociated. Not for the faint of heart, the film is at times briefly explicit with pornography and crude language to depict the identity crisis and abuse of power so prevalent in this odd era of cyber space and its ubiquitous surveillance society. The use of sexual imagery is not designed to appeal to prurient interests and is more a cogent instrument of teaching: a minimalist study with maximum intricacies.


Directed by Jason Reitman. With Kaitlyn Dever, Rosemarie DeWitt, Ansel Elgort, Jennifer Garner. A group of high school teenagers and their parents attempt to navigate the many ways the Internet has changed their relationships, their communication, their self-image, and their love lives.

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For the grossly impudent lie always leaves traces behind it, even after it has been nailed down, a fact which is known to all expert liars in this world and to all who conspire together in the art of lying.
Adolf Hitler

Jew who bears this logo is an enemy of our people-slogan of the week Nt, 27J1942 / Central Publishing House of the National Socialist German Workers Party NSDOP (Nazi Party), Munchen (Munich)

Jude Wer dieses Zeichen trägt ist ein Feind unseres Volkes- Parole der Woche Nt, 27J1942/ Zentralverlag der NSDOP The National Socialist German Workers' Party, (Nazi Party) Munchen (Munich)

The evil of racism is that it is a violation not only of another’s dignity, but also of one’s own person or soul; the failure of connection with others is a failure to understand or feel what it is one’s own humanity consists in, what it is to be alive, and what it is to see both oneself and others as being ends not means, and as having souls. However much anodyne talk there is of ‘one’s kind’, a society that is racist is a society that cannot accept itself, that hates parts of itself so deeply that it cannot see, does not want to see – because of its spiritual and political nullity and inanition – how much people have in common with each other.   Hanif Kureishi

https://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/Holocaust/kampf.html

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