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Skeptical Consciousness Uprooting Ones Soul.
Erwartete negative Theorien Einweihung Probleme Reflexionen Philosophie Kritik Gefühle,
Le raisonnement philosophique les développements l'esthétique l'esquisse les idées la pensée moderne les dimensions incisives,
установление анализа объективного анализа аналитических условий познавательной морали сигнализировали,
مبادئ التجريبية الكليات الأساسية الأدلة التفصيلية صحيح يشك بقايا المقابلة,
giudizi formalismo uniche sensazioni conoscenza disinteressata sollecitazioni essenziali gusti emotivi,
Ειδικότερα συνθέσεις έμφυτη διαθέσεις διακρίνονται παραστάσεις επηρεάζονται αναφορές διαφορετικές,
distinções satisfações juízos conscientes conseqüentemente satisfações ilógicas interesses determinantes,
repraesentationes istae determinationes noceat mediam stultitiae culpam scelus esse,
subjektive opfattelser udredning kognitive overvejelser forvirrende interesser uanset begreber,
瞑想的インパルス病理学的判断に対応するコンプライアンス命題は非合理的である.
Steve.D.Hammond.
My Debt °°°°°
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Like all
who believe in the senses,
I was an accountant,
copyist,
statistician.
Not registrar,
witness.
Permitted to touch
the leaf of a thistle,
the trembling
work of a spider.
To ponder the Hubble’s recordings.
It did not matter
if I believed in
the party of particle or of wave,
as I carried no weapon.
It did not matter if I believed.
I weighed ashes,
actions,
cities that glittered like rubies,
on the scales I was given,
calibrated
in units of fear and amazement.
I wrote the word it, the word is.
I entered the debt that is owed to the real.
Forgive,
spine-covered leaf, soft-bodied spider,
octopus lifting
one curious tentacle back toward the hand of the diver
that in such black ink
I set down your flammable colors.
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I told a friend I’d written a poem I was afraid of, and she asked to see it. As soon as I sent it, I was gripped with remorse: How could I let such darkness enter her psyche? She is a person who brings immense good into this world. And in that moment of regret, I suddenly realized something else: that to despair completely is, quite simply, rude to the beauty of the living world still all around us. Awe is still possible, crickets sing in the dark, there are still pelicans, manatees, diatoms, donkeys, the Tiburon lily that grows only on one hilltop not far from my home. I then wrote what became the final poem in the book, “My Debt,” as acknowledgment and praise of all that still lives, and to offer explicit apology for the descriptions in so many of the poems that precede it: “Forgive … that in such black ink I set down your flammable colors.”
Jane Hirshfield, Ledger (2020)
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"And yet, even as she asks forgiveness of the “spine-covered leaf” and the “soft-bodied spider”, the fact she “set[s] down” their colours in the octopus’ own “black ink” suggests a will to speak not just for them but through them."
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दिल एक मंदिर है,
दिल एक मंदिर है
प्यार की जिस्मे होती है पूजा
यह प्रीतम का घर है
"Altered State of Consciousness" [9/52]
I arrived in Buffalo, NY Thursday evening. I walked out to the beach of the lake and across the lake was this bright red tree amonst the green. Eye catching for the obvious reasons, my soul was called to go to it. Trying to get some time with a model was a struggle and I didn't want to bother anyone or take up their time. Marsha has a special place in my heart and I knew she was the only one to do this with me. Every year, I find myself photographing these red toned images. It's so weird and so unlike me because I absolutely hate the color red. It's aggressive, loud, and completely the opposite of who I am as a person. But every year I'm drawn to it just for a brief moment. Maybe these conventions bring out the boldness in me even when I'm being timid amongst the rest.
I spent the next 3 days looking at this tree but never going to it. Each night I had nightmares of going out on a boat to it and the boat tipping over, my camera falling in the water, or anything else related to those two. It haunted me... this tree was calling me and I couldn't ignore it. If I left and never photographed here, I would of surely regretted it for the rest of my life.
This virtual world is meant to take us out of this world, out of this reality. We will be cybernauts in a cyber world. It will be a new age, an age of spiritual transformation. Higher consciousness, let’s sail through the digital world. Spiritual technology: we will vibrate at higher and higher frequencies. Spirit tech: let’s hack our spiritual brain. Techno-religion: the deification of artificial intelligence. 666: post-humanism. 666: homo evelutis. 666: take the smart chip, take the Mark; worship the Image of the Beast, worship the AI god. Through the Beast we will find our true divinity, we will go to higher dimensions of consciousness. AI—demon seed—will possess our souls. It will be a demonic-techno evolution into the deepest, darkest depths of the Beast. Cyborg spirituality: we will be spiritual machines. Cyber consciousness: we will be one with the Beast system. The singularity: humanity digitally connected to the Beast. God consciousness: we will digitally reflect the Beast. Our hope is to gain techno-immortality.
The climax of the story: every eye will see Jesus coming in power. His glory will light up the sky. Those who worship the Beast and his Image, and those who accept his Mark, will be tormented with fire and brimstone. The smoke of their torment will ascend forever and ever, and they will have no rest day or night, because they worshiped the Beast and his Image and accepted the Mark of his name.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour. ..."
William Blake
A field of lupines is wonderful all by itself, but with a cute little abandoned cabin it's even better.
We need a new world-culture, a global synthesis of interconnectedness and global consciousness. We need a global citizenship movement that will promote social justice and social transformation. We must fight for fundamental human rights, over all national law and cultural identity—there must be equality for everyone! Global citizens are not born; they are created through social engineering. Children, you lack a global perspective on shared humanity, but we will indoctrinate you over time. Since you are part of this cult, you must help bridge the gap and rectify all misinformation. Remember, we global citizens are New World Order ambassadors. We must not only reflect on the virtues of globalism, but we must also act on them. As we reeducate the sheep, we must live a lifestyle of activism. True leaders are global citizens, whether they are CEOs, prime ministers, or just like you: Children of the Corn (Children of the Beast).
The number one (propaganda) issue that underscores our interconnectedness is climate change. The earth depends on our collective stewardship, which transcends all geopolitical borders and economies. One of our most important duties is to protect and enforce our global(ist) compacts. The health of the planet and society depends on useful idiots like us to lead the charge.
Smart cities are the engines of global control. They are full of opportunities, which we’ll exploit. This is a classic case of global multidimensionalism, which not only involves all facets of life, but is also omnipresent (The internet is borderless, and so is globalization). The most successful city is a smart city, because it’s interconnected globally. It reaches to the corners of the earth through smart technologies like the Internet of things, Artificial Intelligence, and Machine Learning. Now we are faced with a secular humanist phenomenology and a new age cosmology in which we must develop new and efficient methodologies. This paradigm shift is in perfect alignment with the values of global citizenship.
Take the jab, take the Mark. Be a sheep, awaken the dark. Bow the knee, bow in submission. Worship the Beast, son of perdition.
Children of the Corn—deeply rooted, widespread. Children of the Beast—tares uprooted, twice dead.
Matthew 24:4 “Then Jesus replied to them: ‘Watch out that no one deceives you.’”
On my threshold he seats. Waiting. He gets to
check everything. No coming or going without approval.
Who is this sentinel of my consciousness?
Who is he that will not let things, unfamiliar,
Inside my consciousness?
Who is he that is so confident – that is sure he
has to prevent me – for my safe being –
experiencing, seeing and feeling
in a deferent way from what I'm used to?
Move over.
I want to go berserk
If there’s one thing we know beyond any doubt, it’s that all of life is an evolutionary process. Everything, from the smallest particle in existence to the universe as a whole is in the process of evolution. Immutability is the only truth. Expansion is the point. The only question is whether or ...
≈ my photo of Amma in the current issue of Light of Consciousness Magazine ≈
light-of-consciousness.org/lightofconsciousness/LOC_HomeP...
The piece is called Kirtan, the bliss of Chanting
with words by...
Snatam Kaur, Krishna Das, Bhagavan Das, Wah!, Jai Uttal, Linda Johnsen, Maggie Jacobus and Sita Stuhlmiller share their experiences of kirtan, the grace of the Guru and the transformation of chanting God’s Name.
photo Jennifer Esperanza ©
NONE, Deep Dream_Act II
NONE is presenting the installation Deep Dream_Act_II for the first time at Digitalife. The work is based on an algorhythm discovered by chance with Google. The mathematical algorhythm proceeds by visual associations, capturing images and videos from Google’s database, a neural network that interprets reality through a shared and constantly evolving archive of images.
The feeling of disorientation and confusion inside the installation is created by the innovative mise-en-scène made up entirely of mirrors, videos and lights. The visitor is surrounded by an infinite space filled with random images, a visual and audio bombardment that projects them into an endless data stream: a Deep Dream.
The contents of the installation are the reflection of our virtual activities, a re-elaboration of what we share on the internet. A collective flow of consciousness experienced through the machine that dominates our subconscious, processing it and spitting out a psychedelic vision of our posts: kittens, selfies, fails, tutorials, pornography.
NONE is an art collective based in Rome that moves on the border between art, design and technological research, founded by Gregorio De Luca Comandini, Mauro Pace and SaverioVillirillo.
NONE creates experiences that investigate the human dimension, machines that explore physical space, the process of events and the unconscious mind. Technology just happens to be the way in which NONE creates sensitive, interactive surroundings; the visitor is an active part of the installation and contributes to the narration.
MACRO Testaccio - La Pelanda
“Consciousness is our true nature. We learn through the scriptures that consciousness is not something related to the body or mind or produced by the body or mind, yet it pervades them, illumines them and gives them life. Its nature in the body is that of the witness, witnessing all our thoughts, feelings, emotions, as well as their absence…In fact, consciousness is not limited by the boundaries of the body. It only seems to be because consciousness, being so subtle, is only perceivable when it has a reflecting medium, such as the body or mind. To explain this phenomenon, the example of light is often used. We can only ‘see’ light when it bounces off something—a wall, a face, a hand, etc. This is why outer space—where there are no objects for light to reflect against—appears black, i.e. devoid of light. Yet light certainly is there. The sun’s rays that illumine life on earth must pass through outer space in order to reach here. But as there is no reflecting medium, we cannot see them. It is the same with consciousness. As stated earlier, consciousness itself can never be an object for our perception. We only can perceive it when it reflects off some medium—like the body and mind.“—Swami Ramakrishnananda, “The Timeless Path”, © MA Center , p. 162
I have to laugh when I remember something that someone told me a while ago.
You should make a blog.
I remember my initial snort before realizing they were serious. And I remember the words that hit my consciousness before I even had a chance to react.
What would I need a blog for. I have Flickr.
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*eye roll at noone in particular*
I laugh about that often, especially with so many people who comment daily that I am "real" and "open" and that they always enjoy reading my (quote; unquote) ramblings.
I can't imagine being any other way.
I can, however, imagine there a great many more interesting things to read.
I digress.
The truth of the matter is this: I am far from an open book.
At this time in my life, aside from my sister and my husband, and am *myself* openly and unhinged with only one other person in most facets of my personality.
So, past them: Flickr, the open forum where I only have to face whom I wish to face, and deal with whom I wish to deal with....well...
You're an easy audience to bare my soul to.
I can say with great certainty anything I want, and anyone who disapproves or dislikes it; big deal. I have no scrutinizing eyes to stare into.
And really, isn't that one of the combined ingredients in which causes us to choose to hide?
Fear of rejection. Paired with utter disinterest to share.
Me? Well. Most things I choose not to say are for good reason. Somewhere between the two and an added bonus of trepidation of people feeling something for me that I don't necessarily want them to feel.
As for the things I do say? well....Sometimes I get damn tired of talking to myself.
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:) Hope everyone had a reasonably smooth Monday.
salud.
x
O ! Light of consciousness
Shine forth thy brilliant beams
Over the realm of the intellect
For perfect perception
In making judgements
Right, genuine and wise
O ! Man, why so late and why you keep
Standing outside and peep ?
At your own heavenly house ?
Go in, get yourself cleansed
Of all filth and enjoy the inside wealth !
- Anuj Nair
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This is a species of bird in the Furnariinae subfamily of the ovenbird family Furnariidae. It is found in Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil, Paraguay, and Uruguay. It breeds in the austral spring and summer, is monogamous and is thought to mate for life.
This is a confident bird, very active, mobile and acrobatic, so not really easy to photograph. So far, this is the only good picture I have been able to get so far from this beautiful bird.
The little guy in my picture looks curious and surprised but not sure about what.
For more info:
Street neon and camera toss. One subject for this batch not pictured but the other two here and here.