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This is going to be my first visual tutorial about consciousness and awareness.
It is very easy because the pictures will speak for themselves.
Without words you will understand, what it all means.
Maybe you discover something very important for yourself... :-)))
If you like, ask yourself what you see and how you see.
Next picture tomorrow.
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Immortal Queen - Sia
youtu.be/P-pgjy865Ag?feature=shared
lyrics
Get in your time machine and step to the future
Check it, I'm queen every time that you look to
Kid robots bring me a champagne
I'ma get you, get you, get you, get you saying my name
I'm a matrix, gonna play tricks
Gonna cut sick, gonna get my pick, gonna lick, lick
Immune to absolution is my skill
Keep it fresh, fresh, keep my lyrics killer
I'ma dominate (I'ma slay)
I'ma dominate (I'ma slay, slay)
I'ma dominate (I'ma slay, slay, slay)
I'ma dominate (I'ma slay, I'ma slay)
And in one thousand million years
I'ma still be everywhere
You won't forget me
The immortal queen
Before planet Earth was here
I was riding a lightyear
And then I was Eve
The immortal queen
Get in your time machine and step to the past, past
Check it, I'm queen from beginning to the last, last
Queen Victoria, Queen of Sheba
Queen of bees, yeah, I'm queen diva
Caveman bring the cave queen carvings
Feeding the queen while the cavemen starving
Beatniks write for me and my mama
Used to be queen, didn't cause enough drama
I'ma dominate (I'ma slay)
I'ma dominate (I'ma slay, slay)
I'ma dominate (I'ma slay, slay, slay)
I'ma dominate (I'ma slay, I'ma slay)
And in one thousand million years
I'ma still be everywhere
You won't forget me
The immortal queen
Before planet Earth was here
I was riding a lightyear
And then I was Eve
The immortal queen
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
The immortal queen
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
The immortal queen
Ah, ooh
Whoa
And in one thousand million years
I'ma still be everywhere
You won't forget me
The immortal queen
Before planet Earth was here
I was riding a lightyear
And then I was Eve
The immortal queen
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
The immortal queen
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
No, you won't, no, you won't forget me
The immortal queen
This is a photo of light reflections that I took while canoeing on the river that suggests the vibrant presence of pareidolia figures, and the vibrant play of consciousness in creation.
Mystical consciousness is also an unmediated, unbrokered, direct, intimate union with God. Unmediated means beyond the need for information from our logical brain or theological authorities. Mystical consciousness has left the precincts both of subjective thought and blind obedience. It tiptoes instead into the palace of heart, soul, and bodymind. This happens through intuition, visions, images, dreams, peak experiences, contemplation, ecstatic states, and epiphanies.
-Everything Ablaze Meditating on the Mystical Vision of Teilhard de Chardin, David Richo
Spent some time doing some actual film shots with camera rotation and with my Canon AE-1. Then decided to explore new ideas....shapes and objects in the digital camera realm.. i brought out the new halloween skull i just picked up!.... a bunch of takes... Good god it took me forever to get the red burst in the center aligned....the rest came together quickly. The meeting of the dead minds has occurred. My mind is mush....weekend beverages consumed. Soundtrack for photos tonight was The Used Imaginary Enemy... needed the high energy. (Upon looking at the shot this morning, i may start from scratch....it can be better).
Without consciousness, “matter” dwells in an undetermined state of probability. Any universe that could have preceded consciousness only existed in a probability state.
Sam Harris has always been a man of precise words and razor-sharp thoughts, his voice carrying the clipped cadence of someone who has spent a lifetime considering each syllable before speaking it aloud. When I photographed him in March of 2016 at Dove Mountain, Arizona, I was struck by his stillness. He has the presence of someone who is not merely thinking, but thinking about thinking, plumbing the depths of consciousness with the same intensity a mountaineer might study a precipice before making the ascent.
Born in 1967, Harris is best known as a neuroscientist, philosopher, and writer who has spent decades interrogating the human condition. He first gained widespread attention with his book The End of Faith (2004), a fierce and unflinching examination of religious belief that won the PEN/Martha Albrand Award for First Nonfiction. In it, Harris argued against the dangers of dogma with the kind of cool, analytical detachment usually reserved for lab reports, making the case that faith—unchecked and unquestioned—was one of civilization’s great existential threats. The book, written in the wake of September 11th, made him both a hero and a heretic, a role he seemed to accept with the quiet assurance of a man who expected no less.
His intellectual journey has been one of relentless inquiry, unafraid to step into the fray of controversy. Whether tackling free will, artificial intelligence, or the moral implications of neuroscience, Harris approaches each subject with the rigor of a scientist and the tenacity of a trial attorney. His book Free Will (2012) presents a case against the very idea of human volition, arguing that our actions and thoughts are dictated by prior causes beyond our control—a notion as unsettling as it is liberating. He moves easily between philosophy and empirical science, grounding his arguments in the latest research on the brain while never losing sight of their broader implications.
Yet, for all his cerebral intensity, Harris is not without a deep fascination with the subjective, with the inner world of experience. His book Waking Up (2014) is a testament to this—an attempt to reconcile the apparent contradiction between rigorous rationality and the profound states of consciousness explored in meditation. Having spent time in silent retreats, studying under Buddhist teachers, and experimenting with psychedelics, Harris has sought to strip spirituality of its supernatural trappings and ground it in something more defensible: the raw, unfiltered reality of direct experience.
This tension—between the rational and the experiential, the cold precision of science and the warmth of personal insight—is what makes Harris such a compelling figure. His Making Sense podcast, launched in 2013, serves as an intellectual salon of sorts, a place where he engages with scientists, philosophers, writers, and thinkers across disciplines, from artificial intelligence experts to moral philosophers. He is never afraid to challenge his guests, nor does he shy away from re-examining his own positions. In conversation, as in his writing, Harris wields clarity like a scalpel—his arguments honed to their sharpest edge, his questions cutting straight to the heart of a matter.
The man I met at Dove Mountain was much as I expected: deliberate, measured, and strikingly present. He had a way of looking at you that made it clear he was not just waiting for his turn to speak but genuinely absorbing what you said, weighing it against the vast architecture of ideas he carried within him. There was an intensity in his silence, the sense that his mind was constantly at work, peeling back layers of assumption to examine the bare scaffolding underneath.
Harris is, above all, a seeker—a man who has spent his life charting the contours of belief, knowledge, and consciousness with the precision of a cartographer mapping an undiscovered world. He does not offer easy answers, nor does he indulge in comforting illusions. Instead, he asks us to look unflinchingly at the reality before us, to question, to examine, to think. And in doing so, he invites us into the great, unfinished conversation that is the pursuit of truth.
Not awake nor asleep, just passing through time as do passers-by,
Neither party waving or seeing the other
Slowly losing grip on a small world he carries in a crumpled and worn-out bag
Sinking in to numbness below the level of consciousness
In a sea of activity the spirit and life slowly drowns
Not sure why I wrote the above. I was just trying to sum my thoughts on the above image and it came out like a poem :-) I don't do that often.
Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LOgMWbDGPA
Camera: Canon 5D
Lens: Canon 70-200mm @ 153mm
Aperture: F3.5
Speed: 160th
ISO: 400
Exposure Compensation: -4/3rd
Reached Explore: #43
Thank you for any group invites which I am happy to accept but there have been too many recently for me to go and reciprocate with my comments in all the groups.
Nur in der Rückschau,
in der Zusammenfassung alles Erfahrenen,
besitzen wir
unser eigenes Leben ganz.
Georg Moser
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Thanks for all comments, faves and invites !
written on the ground at trafalgar square, i don't think it makes any sence. it was done by a couple of crustys
Sleeping Consciousness
Dreaming the World
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Schlafendes Bewusstsein
Schlafend ging ich durch die Welt – viele Leben.
Schlafend erlebte ich die Welt – viele Leben.
Wach sehe ich überall schlafende Buddhas.
HKD
Anmerkung:
This is digital art work, not reality.
Das Bild ist ein digital hergestelltes Werk.
Jede Ähnlichkeit mit realen Gegebenheiten wäre rein zufällig.