Streams of Consciousness
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Blue Erigeron or Fleabane growing a topknot with petals growing directly from the centre of the flower. Actually, quite a few of them did that this year.
There is an interesting aside on this in that every part of a plant, petals, stamen, stem, leaf and root has identical genetic coding, yet each grows into something entirely different. The question is then, what informs it?
Rupert Sheldrake (Cambridge University) has done some interesting work on this in what he calls 'morphogenetic fields' where the information of Life lies in another plane of existence. Of course he has been marginalised for many years for his work as it does not conform with 'established' views and, despite his methods being extremely scientific he is still viewed as 'fringe'. There are some that would say - me included - that what he calls a morphogenetic field, could also be called spirit / consciousness..
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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
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!
“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
..."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
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!
A large monolithic presence rises from the ground, in a play of lights, reflections and fades.
The representation of power that takes shape in action, of consciousness that flows into knowledge, in a symbolic dialogue between thought and evolution.
MILANO DESIGN WEEK 2023
Università degli Studi di Milano. (Anno 1456)
MILANO
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
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
This beautiful flower Antigonon leptopus was taken with a Canon EOS Coolpix 700D. Enjoy with Love and Light!
Il symbolise la dualité entre la nature et l’homme. Il sera en pleine métamorphose sur le char. Il incarne la dualité entre l’instinct animal et la conscience humaine. Entre humour et poésie ce char illustre donc la métamorphose au masculin. Un clin d’œil joyeux et très carnavalesque au pouvoir de l’amour, de l’équilibre et du renouveau.
(Source: Site officiel Nice Carnaval)
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Frog King. Nice Carnival 2026
He symbolizes the duality between nature and man. He will be undergoing a complete metamorphosis on the float. He embodies the duality between animal instinct and human consciousness. Blending humor and poetry, this float illustrates metamorphosis in a masculine way. A joyful and very carnivalesque nod to the power of love, balance, and renewal.
(Source: Official website of the Nice Carnival)
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.
THE SILENCE OF THE SIRENS BY FRANZ KAFKA
PROOF that inadequate, even childish measures may serve to rescue one from peril:To protect himself from the Sirens Ulysses stopped his ears with wax and had himself bound to the mast of his ship. Naturally any and every traveler before him could have done the same, except those whom the Sirens allured even from a great distance; but it was known to all the world that such things were of no help whatever. The song of the Sirens could pierce through everything, and the longing of those they seduced would have broken far stronger bonds than chains and masts. But Ulysses did not think of that,although he had probably heard of it. He trusted absolutely to his handful of wax and his fathom of chain, and in innocent elation over his little stratagem sailed out to meet the Sirens.
Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence.And though admittedly such a thing has never happened, still it is conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainlynever. Against the feeling of having triumphed over them by one’s own strength, and theconsequent exaltation that bears down everything before it, no earthly powers can resist.
And when Ulysses approached them the potent songstresses actually did not sing,whether because they thought that this enemy could be vanquished only by their silence,or because the look of bliss on the face of Ulysses, who was thinking of nothing but his wax and his chains, made them forget their singing.
But Ulysses, if one may so express it, did not hear their silence; he thought they were singing and that he alone did not hear them. For a fleeting moment he saw their throats rising and falling, their breasts lifting, their eyes filled with tears, their lips half-parted, but believed that these were accompaniments to the airs which died unheard around him. Soon, however, all this faded from his sight as he fixed his gaze on the distance, the Sirens literally vanished before his resolution, and at the very moment when they were nearest to him he knew of them no longer.
1But they — lovelier than ever — stretched their necks and turned, let their awesome hair flutter free in the wind, and freely stretched their claws on the rocks. They no longer had any desire to allure; all that they wanted was to hold as long as they could the radiance that fell from Ulysses’ great eyes.
0If the Sirens had possessed consciousness they would have been annihilated at that moment. But they remained as they had been; all that had happened was that Ulysses had escaped them.
A codicil to the foregoing has also been handed down. Ulysses, it is said, was so full of guile, was such a fox, that not even the goddess of fate could pierce his armor.Perhaps he had really noticed, although here the human understanding is beyond its depths, that the Sirens were silent, and held up to them and to the gods the aforementioned pretense merely as a sort of shield.
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
"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?
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**
Patan Durbar Square, Krishna Mandir Temple, Lalitpur (Patan). Nepal, 22 de marzo 2024
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You can find more accurate and extensive information about what a Sadhu is on Wikipedia or many other websites. A Sadhu is a Hindu monk who has embraced asceticism as a philosophical doctrine. A Sadhu seeks to purify the spirit by denying material or worldly pleasures, renouncing possessions through abstinence, in pursuit of spiritual enlightenment through penance and austerity. Sadhu is a Sanskrit word that can be translated as "holy man," someone who abandons their former life to follow a path of renunciation and spiritual discipline. Many of them live in nature or in communities. They often wear saffron-colored robes, but they can also wear orange or yellow robes, or other types of clothing, but primarily in these colors. These colors symbolize the "fire of renunciation." Many of them, especially the Naga Sadhu ascetics, choose not to wear clothing on their upper bodies, leaving their upper torsos bare, as in the photograph. Although more commonly found in India, some Sadhus go completely naked, covered in gray ash (Vibhuti), which represents the transient nature of their bodies on this spiritual journey. Sadhus typically have very long, matted hair (Jata), often gathered on top of the head in a bun, or their dreadlocks are wrapped in a turban, which may be yellow or orange. These characteristics help distinguish them from other types of devotees or pilgrims. Perhaps one of the main indicators that you are in the presence of a Sadhu is the facial paint (Tilak) they wear on their foreheads, usually yellow, red, white, or a combination of these colors. When they apply paint to their foreheads, creating vertical lines or U-shaped patterns (Urdhva Pundra), as in the photo, it signifies that you are in the presence of a Vaishnava Sadhu (or Vairagi), devotees of the god Vishnu or his incarnations such as Rama and Krishna. They usually paint one or two vertical lines that meet at the base, forming a "U" or "V," representing the footprint of Vishnu. They generally wear saffron-colored clothing, and some wear white. A Vaishnava Sadhu is often found in Patan Durbar Square (Lalitpur is known as Patan) because that is where the Krishna Mandir, the stone temple dedicated to Krishna (Vishnu), is located and dominates the square. They are also often found in Kathmandu Durbar Square, seated near the Vishnu temple there. When a Sadhu paints horizontal lines (Tripundra) on his forehead, you are looking at a Shaiva Sadhu, a devotee of the god Shiva. The three horizontal lines are made with sacred ash (vibhuti). They usually wear saffron-colored clothing, and some cover their bodies with ash. They often wear their hair matted (jatas). Shaiva Sadhus are usually found in the Durbar of Kathmandu (Basantapur), especially on the steps of the Shiva-Parvati Temple and also near the statue of Kaal Bhairav. There is a third group of ascetics besides the Shaivas and Vaishnavas: the Shakta Sadhus, who are less numerous. Their identification is more complex because they often overlap with Tantric traditions. They are devotees of the Mother Goddess (Shakti) and are therefore called Shaktas. Unlike the Shaivas (followers of Shiva) or Vaishnavas (followers of Vishnu), the Shakta Sadhus focus their practice on the dynamic power of the Goddess in her many forms, such as Durga, Kali, or Taleju. The markings they wear on their foreheads (tilak) can vary depending on the specific deity they worship. Some paint circles or dots on their foreheads, often a large red dot (bindu) made of kumkum (vermilion powder), which represents the third eye or the center of creative energy. Others often wear a mixture of lines: They frequently use a combination of a red mark (Shakti) on a base of white ash or sandalwood, symbolizing the union of energy with pure consciousness. Still others use horizontal lines with a prominent red dot in the center to indicate that their primary devotion is to the Goddess within the Shaiva-Tantric tradition. This third group of Sadhus are those found in the Durbar of Bhaktapur, known as the City of Devotees, which has a strong connection to the worship of the Mother Goddess (Shakti). The Nyatapola Temple is dedicated to Siddhi Lakshmi, a Tantric form of the goddess Durga (Shakti). Also located in this Durbar is the temple of Taleju Bhawani, the goddess of the Malla kings, a fundamental Shakti deity in the Kathmandu Valley. There are three Durbar in this valley. The existence of these three main squares stems from the fact that for centuries, the Kathmandu Valley was divided into three rival kingdoms, each king vying to build the most magnificent temples and palaces, resulting in this extraordinary concentration of art and architecture. These squares were the center of political, social, and religious life, and it was here that kings were crowned and the most important festivals were celebrated. The word Durbar comes from the Persian word (darbār) and literally means "palace" or "royal court." In the context of Nepal, a "Durbar Square" is the main square located in front of the former royal palaces and temples. The three Durbars are those mentioned above: Patan Durbar Square (in Lalitpur, known simply as Patan), with its strong Buddhist influence; Kathmandu Durbar Square (Basantapur), in the capital city; and Bhaktapur Durbar Square. The three Durbar Squares of Kathmandu, Patan and Bhaktapur are part of the Kathmandu Valley Monuments, declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO.
Postscript:
Language translators literally translate the word "Underlands" as "lowlands." But the translation isn't accurate, especially in the context of Andrew Bird's song. "Underland" is a more literary or metaphorical term, used by Andrew Bird to refer to what lies beneath the surface. The song doesn't speak of lowlands, valleys, or plains, but of a journey into the depths of our consciousness. A journey to the underworld, if you prefer, to the "subterranean lands," to a subterranean and psychological space within us. That underworld, or inner subworld, is represented by the space of the subconscious hidden beneath our skin. If you decide to descend into the dark depths of your mind, if you decide to journey into the hidden and strange interior that exists within us all, "Underlands" might be the perfect song for this journey.
International Society for Krishna Consciousness (ISKCON) was founded by His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami (Srila Prabhupada) in the West in 1966. ISKCON belongs to Gaudiya (refers to Bengal) Vaishnavism, a devotional tradition based on the teachings of Bhagavad-gita and Srimad-Bhagavatam.
The precepts and practices of ISKCON were taught and codified by the 15th century saint and religious reformer Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu (1486-1532), his brother Nityananda Prabhu and six of his principle associates, the Goswamis of Vrindavana (Sanatana, Rupa, Jiva, Gopal Bhatta, Raghunatha Dasa and Raghunatha Bhatta.)
The Bhagavad-gita was first put into writing about 5000 years ago. The Gita is the principal scripture of The Hare Krishna Movement™ Organization. Its origins are more than 5000-years-old.
ISKCON Durgapur is an extension centre of ISKCON Mayapur
An hand held mobile phone!
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.
‘wind stone - the threshold of consciousness'
Sculpture by Koichi Ishino
Sculpture By the Sea 2014, Sydney
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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!
A little series, today, of images created from the same shot which was of a collage I put together of different, multi coloured Squashes in a box. I had fun doing these, I hope you like them. The original collage is at the end of the series.
「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。
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