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Every time a person tries to make another person fit into their reality, a little piece of their soul dies.

“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

here's to your weekend!

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

I haven't worked in monochrome for a long time, so I thought a photo just taken with my iPhone on an August walk called for black & white. In mid-August signs of autumn start to make themselves known. The misty day matched my mood; too much news of the day had entered my consciousness, and I was feeling in kind of a funk. There is nothing like a walk with your faithful dog to brighten your mood.

"Autumn: Time to dim the sunlight, cue the moody fog, and watch nature's most charming story unfold."

~ Angie Weiland-Crosby

"Wheel me to a country road; where treetops are a winding map to deep silence and soul."

~ Angie Weiland-Crosby

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

Marilyn Manson - mOBSCENE

Bauhaus Movement - Industrialized Consciousness Poses @TLC

Stream of Consciousness

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.

“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!

..."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

Outside deserted, the rise of the soul

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

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

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

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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

installation of Giovanna Cerise "Memories" inspired by the poem "Do Not Chop Away, Shears, That Face" by Italian Nobel Prize winning poet Eugenio Montale.

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A Tumultuous Mystical Past - The Cistern Of The Mists by Daniel Arrhakis (2021)

With the music : Audiomachine - The Fountain of Consciousness (Extended Version)

Hormaths spit fire and have the ability to fly.

littletinperson

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

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!

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Some memories are so sublime they become etched into your consciousness. This quiet Japanese hot-springs village, sits 1100m above sea level in the far north of Japan, and is the perfect place for some peaceful reflection. Asahidake Onsen, Taisetsuzan National Park, Hokkaidō, Japan.

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Love Life, Love Photography

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.

Credits: badinspired.blogspot.com/2021/04/consciousness.html

Teilhard would say that the challenge of spirituality is to integrate what does not seem to fit. To make it fit requires expanding one’s consciousness to new levels. As people add more and more complexity to their lives and integrate it, they continue to expand and further develop their consciousness.

-Teilhard de Chardin’s

The Phenomenon of Man

Explained Louis M. Savary

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)

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There is an almost ethereal presence of light in this Infra Red shot. Shooting into the sun produces some great results.

In darkness we cannot see, but when light fills the void real illumination takes place. Shadows are only possible where there is light to cast them. Darkness is emptiness and void. Light is fullness and revelatory.

These statements are not just "phenomenological" (concentrating on the study of our consciousness of things and the objects of direct experience - in this case light), they are also "metaphysical" (fundamental to the nature of reality). It was the early Greek philosophers who taught us to think in such ways.

But it is also significant that many stories of creation, especially in the Book of Genesis, make similar statements about beginnings:

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness." (Genesis 1:1-4).

"And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves..."

-- Virginia Woolf (English writer who is considered one of the most important modernist 20th-century authors and a pioneer in the use of stream of consciousness as a narrative device)

Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.

"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11

The best way to view my photostream is through Flickriver with the following link: www.flickriver.com/photos/photojourney57/

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**

Actually, Midjourney

(攝於大屯山)　

"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?

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

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