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Every time a person tries to make another person fit into their reality, a little piece of their soul dies.
pulls your consciousness into a mode of observation that is really rewarding, almost addicting :-)
John Divola
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rose, 'Love and Peace', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
“Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed,
almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself
on the edge of consciousness.”
― Raymond Chandler
34/52-2018
ran off to the coast, where we enjoyed
wonderful moody days of cool fog and veiled sun
here's to your weekend!
“Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.”
― Raymond Chandler
Photo Taken @ Sparrow Springs, La Digue
There is only one religion,
the religion of love.
There is only one race,
the race of humanity.
There is only one language,
the language of the heart.
IF...
By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man!
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Kalimera my dear friends!
27:52 Go into your archive and find an orphaned photo as an inspiration for a new photo – have it feed your consciousness, to inspire a newer – and better – version.
I am a chronic deleter so I really don't have something in my archives that I wanted to reshoot so I chose a shot I posted some time ago and redid it. I do like this version much better.
..."Well it's
Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One"...
One
- U2
So I probably am insane, I don't care, I applied an awakening to this moment, for me personally I never see a road, I see demonstrational neurological existential consciousness, ready to send out the little messengers of thoughts of which we are all in the driving seat, master this and you master the Universe. Imagine if you would, realising that thinking decides reality and a new universe can be created from thus an infinitesimal moment's conjuring, it can be mind blowing and frightening to yield that level of conscience, be mindful of your thoughts but what an incredible playground of exploration awaits if we could ever can comprehend the absolute freedom that awaits, so go ahead Angel, blow my mind, I am ready!
I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! :)
remain always as pure consciousness which is your constant true nature. Beyond the states of waking, dream and deep sleep.
Be always free from mental concepts like the heart of a rock though not insentient like it. ... Abandon all concepts and remain what you are. Eliminate one concept by another and the mind by the mind and abide in the Self. Is this so difficult o Holy one?
Yoga Vashishta
they cannot be separated, dissected, synthesized, poisoned with lab cultures
all living things live within other living things, feed on them, interact with each other
consciousness is the force that glue it all together
humans are in no way different, superior, smarter
let alone those who think they can possess and control everything
The little emperor delivers his message...
Skippy was inspired to create his universe with the help of PFC's amazing updated Glory Armor, which is available at their main store!
Stand tall and shine your light, my friends!
Like Dream fragments, images captured from consciousness streams of Psychonaut experiences…
Created from my photos.
All rights reserved. This photo is not authorized for use on your blogs, pin boards, websites or use in any other way. You may NOT download this image without written permission from iSEEthings, Jeff Fornear
COSMIC CONSCIOUSNESS
I have wrapped the wide world in my wider self
And Time and Space my spirit's seeing are.
I am the god and demon, ghost and elf,
I am the wind's speed and the blazing star.
All Nature is the nursling of my care,
I am its struggle and the eternal rest;
The world's joy thrilling runs through me, I bear
The sorrow of millions in my lonely breast.
I have learned a close identity with all,
Yet am by nothing bound that I become;
Carrying in me the universe's call
I mount to my imperishable home.
I pass beyond Time and life on measureless wings,
Yet still am one with born and unborn things.
by Sri Aurobindo Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Calcutta, India
A Tumultuous Mystical Past - The Cistern Of The Mists by Daniel Arrhakis (2021)
With the music : Audiomachine - The Fountain of Consciousness (Extended Version)
However in Krudhyn, several thousands years later, in an ancient cave, a mysterious lady with a long blue cloak watches in silence while looking at that rocky, grim and mysterious scenery for a long time. The silence was only interrupted by drops of water that swept from the ceiling and stalactites of the cave.
Her eyes roam the seaweed colored walls and ancient sculptures featuring an Hormath (*), a hybrid creature similar to a winged lion but with goat horns and a dragon's tail and wings.
Old beings from other times that did not exist now in Krudhyn, although some claimed to still exist in the most endearing woods and mountains in the kingdom.
A wet and cold sensation ran through her body as if it were a shiver, but in her case it made her feel comforted.
Since she was young she was attracted to those lugubrious and mysterious environments. In the center flanked by Columns carved in the stone were a circular ground well in the place of an old geyser that periodically gushes water and steam.
The Cistern of Mists was moreover famous for its waters since immemorial times but also for its legends that reverted to the times of the reign of the Underworld Queen, Ahrghylla a Queen Goddess of ancient times and who, according to the legend, was killed in that place by one of the first warrior monks.
While her eyes rest for a long time on the sculpture that reminded a Hormath (*) , a snake crossed the waters right in front of her.
"After all it is true! The snakes have returned to the old cistern ..." - she thought loud as she came closer to see, after all she was never afraid of snakes, on the contrary they exercised on her an unparalleled fascination.
It was the first time in a long period that snakes reappeared in that place as a harbinger of an ancient prophecy "When the Black Snakes appear again in the Old Cistern, the Queen of the Underworld will return ". After all, the rumors were true, the snakes had really returned to that place ...
(*) Hormath : is a term used in Krudhyn to describe a Chimera, a monstrous hybrid creature composed of the parts of more than one animal.
Hormaths spit fire and have the ability to fly.
This beautiful flower Antigonon leptopus was taken with a Canon EOS Coolpix 700D. Enjoy with Love and Light!
Today is my father’s birthday and he would have been 74 years old in the way that us humans who still have bodies measure time. I know his consciousness still exists because he’s sent me signs and I had a visitation dream from him a few months ago. If I had met myself right now a year ago, I might not recognize the person I am today in many ways. But, I have accepted that to dismiss the idea that consciousness continues and that we live on this Earth for many lives is just arrogance. We cannot continue to demand proof for everything, either. That is also a form of arrogance. We have to open ourselves like a door to different possibilities. In any case, I can’t look back at the human I was. I have to move forward.
Still, it’s really hard to experience your first holidays and birthdays “without" a person you’ve known your whole life. It’s not just them that it feels like vanishes in your darkest moments but it’s also an aspect of yourself in a weird way. Everyone sees you and experiences moments with you that are unique and that helps you piece together what your identity is now and what it can become. We’re still all in this primordial mess, really, just trying to figure it all out. So it goes, as Kurt Vonnegut would say.
Also, your body knows the truth even if your heart believes consciousness still exists. In this case, my hair started falling out in long red strands. I still have a full head of hair but I feel like something is missing a little more each day.
My dad wasn’t a very easy person to be around when I was growing up, to be honest with you. He had a bad temper at times and it was best you avoided him when he was in a certain mood. There was a part of me that felt I could never live up to what he wanted me to be, especially in terms of my intelligence. I don’t think he ever realized that I felt this way, though, or maybe he didn’t understand how pervasive my thoughts about this were. I was and still am a very sensitive person. If someone is in a bad mood, I assume it’s my fault. I’ve had significant OCD symptoms since I was little and, because of this, I tend to play and replay interactions in my head, wondering what I could have done differently and perseverating on everything I did wrong. It’s hard for me to move past conflict because of this. My dad had this perception that if you didn’t do things his way, you were contradicting him on purpose or just flat out wrong without realizing fully how different brains can truly be. He didn’t seem to mind conflict (in fact, he seemed to thrive on it) and sometimes things I wasn’t even aware I was doing would set him off. Everyone has their “things” so to speak and rules they decide on in order to exist in a reality they consider reasonable and fair. That’s all I will say about that because I’ve accepted it in my own way.
My dad was also a highly intelligent, talented, progressive, and passionate person. I realized this when I actually sat down to write his Obituary in the summer. Making sense of a life-my life or another person’s life is laughable. We are just so complex. But, we still have to try. As a photographer, I was drawn to all of the photos of memories I had forgotten about with my dad I went through to put together for the service. I don’t have any brothers or sisters so I don’t have a comparison point for how my dad treated siblings. My mom just recently found this photo and it’s very much the age my dad appeared when he visited me in my dream and we were back in my first childhood home in the dining room. He was younger than I am now in the dream and I am still thinking about how absolutely absurd time seems.
What I found in these photos were moments of genuine love and acceptance, even if I wasn’t always aware of them at the time. I was always so stuck in my own head space. If I didn’t squeeze my toes every time I passed a yellow house, something bad was going to happen. If I didn’t tap my fingers every time a red truck went by, something bad was going to happen. If I told anyone why I was hysterically crying for seemingly no reason, something bad was going to happen. Must be, everyone felt like this and went through this, I thought. It was probably just a part of life anyway. I’m sure I wasn’t the easiest daughter. I always thought I was going to be poisoned or get gangrene or fall prey to some unexplained event because I didn’t do all the right things at all of the right times. That’s what having OCD is like for a child, by the way. And, keep in mind that if you know a child who seems melodramatic often, again they might not tell you why they are upset because they are too superstitious about it to do so. There’s an unexpected monster lurking around every corner. It always seems like there’s far more danger in the world than safety to us. Random and painful, life is coming for you. And as Douglas Adams said, “Life is wasted on the living.”
But what I actually just realized in the last few hours of my existence is that going through all of the photos, all of the memories, all of the things my dad wrote in his memoirs class (like when I flew out of a roller coaster at Canada’s Wonderland and he pulled me to him until the end of the ride) is a little like Kintsugi. We’re such broken beings and every day a little more cracked and aching. So, we have to do our best to piece it all back together and make sense of our life on Earth and our relationships. We can re-attach with twine or even lacquer or superglue but what we have left might transform completely from what we started with before we fell apart. I have fallen apart many times myself.
Isn’t it great that we can use Kintsugi with photos to put it all back together again? We’re going to continue to exist, no matter how hard it is. The world can feel like a bunch of noisy nonsense most days. Sometimes, we ask for more when we don’t deserve it or at least think we don’t. We are going to mend and try to make amends. We are going to make mistake after mistake after mistake and we are going to feel so sad about it in a way that feels relentless and we’re just going to keep crawling on our knees to find all of the missing pieces. It’s ok if we leave some of the pieces out when we reconstruct. Maybe we find them and maybe we don’t. Then, we look in the mirror and don’t recognize ourselves. Maybe that’s ok, too. But then we find ourselves in a photo all over again with someone we love and somehow in that moment things make sense again.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
**All photos and senseless rambles are copyrighted. So it goes**
Happy Christmas to all!
Happy Christmas means enjoying real happiness coming from within Christ consciousness. All experience of happiness comes from within, for the source of happiness lies in our self which is our divine self Atman or Christ consciousness being the source of happiness. So all the happiness every being enjoys and experiences comes from within.
Someone may say nice words to us or do nice things to us or give us presents and this activity of the others makes us happy ….. but this happiness comes from inside us for it opens our spiritual heart and lets the love or happiness inherent in it to flow outwards so our body senses can feel it.
This happiness did not came from any where else but from our divine self, for our divine self is the source of happiness and only from it, it can flow outwards.
Our self lies inside our spiritual heart, actually it is our spiritual heart and so love and happiness can flow only from our heart. That is why we say “heart to heart communion” for only between hearts we can have communion of love and joy or bliss.
If we feel sad and experience unhappiness the reason is that we have closed our spiritual heart and the inherent flow of joy that is our self cannot pass and flow through a closed heart. Our false ego being offended closes the door of our spiritual heart and we feel cold and abandoned. No one else has caused this distress we feel, we are the ones that caused this distress by closing the door of our heart so the bliss of Atma, of our self, can not reach our outer body senses. The cause of our unhappiness is not due to others but of our ego self that distance itself from the real self the Atman which sits in our spiritual heart. We feel distress and unhappiness only when we distance away from our divine self and identify with our false ego which is the creation of illusion and ignorance.
So the wise say we are the embodiments of supreme bliss and love, only if you are immersed in ignorance you experience unhappiness and distress. Ignorance is your real enemy for only ignorance is causing you unhappiness. The more the ignorance you have, the more the unhappiness you experience. A rich man is a man who experiences all the time joy, a poor man is the one who experiences distress, fear and agony most of the time with very few intervals of real happiness.
So celebrating the birth of Christ means we celebrate the birth of Christ consciousness inside us by letting the bliss of the Atman to pour to our body senses. To open our hearts and let the bliss of the self to saturate our being!
So we wish you a Happy Christmas means we wish you to open your heart by overcoming ego and ignorance and experience the unlimited joy that lies inside you, inside your Atman, inside your real self!
Locked inside your consciousness with only a flicker of light begrudgingly offered from the mirror on the wall.
Reflections of the sky and a footbridge with railings that crosses The Hogsmill River just where it joins The Thames.
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wishing you all a new year filled with joy, peace, creativity
and a golden stream of beauty in your consciousness
thankyou to everyone who stopped by through 2010 - to old friends and to new friends. your work inspires me each and every time I open up flickr, your comments warm my heart, your faves always make me smile, and your beautiful words simple and long, are always appreciated.
xx
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"I conclude that the relationship between brain and consciousness is like that between two dancers who always move together, but sometimes with one and sometimes the other taking the lead." John Hick, the New Frontier of Religion and Science (2006). Fuji X-Pro3 plus Samyang tele lens at F5.6, contre-jour, reflector.
And, perhaps more importantly, why should you think of me?
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In a world of troubled times
Politics are redefined
Thoughts and actions are the way
That change the path we see today
Bombs and missiles miss their mark
A futile point we can't embark
Peace requires consciousness
Or fall beyond the great abyss
Predict the fate you want to see
Create the world reality
Lessons learned are somehow lost
Another major holocaust
Change requires discipline
A subtle point where we begin
Start with changing your own mind
And open it to see mankind
In times of hate, anguish and pain
A precise mind seems lost again
It isn't easy about to decide
What is wrong and what is right
The simple truths are all inside
Leave the past we left behind
War or peace is just a choice
Spread the word in your own voice
" War and Peace " - Solitary Experiments
HAPPY EARTH DAY FOLKS !
Above the small bridge allowing us access to the far side, the Luibeg Burn tumbles in full spate from the Scottish Highlands, between the rocks. A nice spot to catch ones breath, but no time to linger, I have a fair way to go yet.
「意識流」(stream of consciousness)原本是心理學的術語，是由美國心理學家威廉·詹姆斯發表《論內省心理學所忽略的幾個問題》一文提出之觀點，他認為人類的思維活動像是切不開、斬不斷的流水，意識如流水般連綿不斷，是一種連續不間斷的流程，不是片段的連接。這是「意識流」概念在心理學上第一次被正式提出，並影響了後世文學、藝術等領域的創作。
但其實與「意識流」相似的思想早已存在佛教經典中，如《佛說仁王般若波羅蜜經》、《往生論註》、《摩訶僧祇律》、《華嚴探玄記》等，形容心識的剎那生滅，快速如流水般相續不斷的。《成唯識論》：「阿賴耶識為斷、為常？非斷、非常，以恆轉故。恆，謂此識無始時來，一類、相續，常無間斷…..。轉，謂此識無始時來，念念生滅前後變異，因滅果生，非常、一故…..。恆，言遮斷，轉表非常，猶如瀑流，因果法爾。…..」形容心識活動如瀑布水流般剎那生滅，不常不斷，相似相續。
(樟樹溪瀑，攝於新北市New Taipei City 烏來)