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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

 

HPPT!

 

rose, 'Love and Peace', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina

Troisième oeil. On ne peut échapper au regard de notre conscience

Marilyn Manson - mOBSCENE

 

Bauhaus Movement - Industrialized Consciousness Poses @TLC

Amsterdam - Termini

 

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“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!

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThapJtWKwcQ

 

Kalimera my dear friends!

..."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

View On Black

sometimes we move and live like in a dream

borderline state of consciousness

All My Links

 

This last remaining seed was holding on in the breeze on a dandelion in my garden, by the way, there is no such thing as weeds in my garden, all life is life and should be respected.

 

But this image got me thinking, about the principle and birthing of consciousness, from where-hence I was pure consciousness to be born, where did my moment of conception of conscience begin, well before the physical 5 sense realm we know today. I do not mean born in the maternal sense of the word, but more so where within thinking can one begin to be self aware, it would be great to be able to remember that moment.

 

I think it was the Gnostics that drew on this idea, that we agree to a contract and become the human experience for whatever length of time is allocated. This seed in my garden is a pondering of that moment.

 

New week ahead and I hope everyone is well, and so as always thank you! :)

 

PS: This piece of music I think goes well with this...

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eaj-V2KIxRk

In the darkest place

What was once named consciousness

I'm a miniature

I'm a sketch forfeiting outlines

 

Irrelevant entity to sanity

A hive for nonsense

For multiple selves

Resonating, but never compromising

 

JINJER

Ein ganz besonderes Erlebnis:

Heilsbronner Münsterführung bei Kerzenschein

 

- Candlelight tour at the Heilsbronn Cathedral

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!

 

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

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

“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,

Love like you'll never be hurt,

Sing like there's nobody listening,

And live like it's heaven on earth.”

 

― William W. Purkey

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbJruWd6bmU

I HOPE YOU DANCE – RONAN KEATING

 

DANCE

 

In dreams I walked; dazed by events

and blinded to the truthful present

blind-sighted; blinkered by the ensuing darkness

I clung to life like a life-buoy being dragged out to sea

the horizon looked so far away

no land in sight to fill my heart with hope and gaiety

but the further I drifted;

the more the sand beneath the ocean shifted

and a fault inside the Earth cracked wider and pulled me down

I was drowning deeply; water rising

my face upturned to see blue skies

last conscious thought was of the clouds descending

as they lifted me I felt my hopes rise

and consciousness broke gently

as the gentle tide lapped on the shore

I felt so light and free of pain

I began to doubt that I existed anymore

and now I feel the sand between my twitching toes

the salt air invades my pink and shiny nose

the gentle rainfall on my wind-whipped cheeks

I dance on tip-toes; writing poetry with my feet

splashing through the deepening puddles

fulfilling dreams; deconstructing puzzles

I feel alive; I have survived

a miracle set me free

no longer need to wonder now

or wander aimlessly

twirling; swirling; spun by the wind

my body is at one with nature; it will not rescind

I will not let it; I am a fighter; I found my light

and the dark and dreaded “tunnel” is now far from my sight

I need not let my history repeat itself in perpetuity

I can break it down and recreate my newly chosen destiny

 

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This beautiful flower Antigonon leptopus was taken with a Canon EOS Coolpix 700D. Enjoy with Love and Light!

be conscious of yourself as consciousness alone,

watch all the thoughts come and go.

Come to the conclusion, by direct experience,

that you are really consciousness itself,

not its ephemeral contents.

.....

Clouds come and go in the sky,

but the appearance and disappearance or the clouds

doesn't affect the sky.

Your real nature is like the sky, like space.

Just remain like the sky

and let thought clouds come and go.

 

- Annamalai Swami -

 

youtu.be/vhhF73RfDtg

  

another dedication on my father's day of passing.

He gave me this guitar that you see here in the year 1978.

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!

 

An astronaut attempted an elegant yoga pose on the Moon; he lifted one leg and immediately drifted sideways, like a wayward balloon. After many attempts, somehow... despite the drifting, the wobbling, and the laws of physics being put to the test, he felt perfectly centered, proving that even in low gravity, it is possible to rise consciousness above one's own chaos.

— "Ommm! This is peace!"—

 

Macro Mondays: "Outer Space"

My attempt to the challenge, a little plastic astronaut, less than 3" including negative space.

Reflections of the sky and a footbridge with railings that crosses The Hogsmill River just where it joins The Thames.

Locked inside your consciousness with only a flicker of light begrudgingly offered from the mirror on the wall.

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

Music (right click to open in a new tab):

"Jungle Horn" by IF, BWANA in 'Radio Slaves' (2007)

play.spotify.com/track/0DGjar0nSlO38sHgLkQqQN

"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?

NordArt 2015, Ochirbold Ayurzana, Consciousness, 2014

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!

 

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Turks have a big national consciousness

 

Germans, take an example and get well soon! (In your mind)

 

Deutsche, nehmt euch ein Beispiel und werdet wieder gesund!

(in eurem Kopf)

 

Be quiet in your mind, quiet in your senses and also quiet in your body. Then, when all these are quiet, don't do anything. In that state truth will reveal itself to you.

 

- Kabir

 

youtu.be/heUzJpd4pWQ

‘wind stone - the threshold of consciousness'

Sculpture by Koichi Ishino

Sculpture By the Sea 2014, Sydney

 

Have a lovely weekend!

  

Start your week with motivated spirit!

Enjoy every grateful moment! Blessed Week!

 

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"Consciousness" sculpture by artist Ochirbold Ayurzana a gift from Mongolia to the United Nations

These beautiful sculptures were taken in Isle of Pines in New Caledonia with a Canon EOS 700D camera (Black and White Version). Enjoy with Love and Light!

(5/5) Premises by premises, public space by public space, inch by inch we hand over our belongings, our ownership to be treated back to safety and security. We trusted to be treated the way we should. We are trading our lives now. When our quarantines are broken, permissions issued, it is the system that is ready to 'treat' us, us and our diseases, us and our corpses, us and our insurances. Pegs return to stations, ready to turn and let turn.

Interestingly, an equality comes with this disease. We all have to line up to get inside the supermarket to get toilet paper or bleach. We all have to buy the unpopular pasta brand now. We all have to report to the young admission desk clerk to walk into the clinic. It is all military and we must be grateful. We certainly don't want to die like those people who are not as fortunate as we are.

What we treasure more, some consciously and some not, is the untouchable world inside, the ocean of consciousness, the land of the truly free. We hide in it, take refuge in it, treasure it.

With the question of how are you doing these days, we take our defenses up. What? Now you need to know what goes inside? "I'm all right. It's a small price to pay."

The fact is it is a huge price to pay. Here in America being was limited by confusion due to an abundance of options and now we are limited by our inabilities or even worse by lack of permissions. We lost permissions and those who do not want it, have to learn how to live without.

Old confusions due to a plethora of options are gone. Old choices are gone, old options, old confusions. We are limited by lacks, lack of permissions.

Now confusion belongs to those who push the limits without permissions or beyond permissions. Confusion belongs to those trying to separate themselves from collective security that government aparatus promises with no guarantee.

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