if you open up

you see everything at once

you have twisted toolmaking

into a way of thinking

all information

is available

another way

not inside or

some magical room

open

no edges

no limit

no thing else

and the closer

you approach that

the more in peace

this summer morning

1648

One day when I had been walking solitarily abroad and was come home, I was wrapped up in love so that I could not but admire the greatness of love. While I was in that condition, it was opened unto me by the eternal light and I saw clearly therein that all these troubles were good for me.

When at any time my condition was veiled, my secret was stayed firm and hope underneath held me as an anchor in the bottom of the sea and anchored my unmortal soul, causing it to swim above the sea, the world, where all the raging waves, foul weather, tempests are.

As the light appeared, all appeared that is out of the light: darkness, death, all was manifest and seen in the light.

After this, a pure fire appeared in me then discerning came into me by which I did discern my own thoughts, groans, and sighs and what it was that veiled me and what it was that opened me.

Now was I come through the flaming sword into the Paradise. All things were new and gave another smell unto me than before beyond what words can utter. I knew nothing being renewed up into the state of Adam which he was in before he fell.

It was shewed me how all things had their names given them according to their nature and virtue. And I was at a stand in my mind whether I should practice physic for the good of mankind, seeing the nature and virtues of the creatures.
 

But I was immediately taken to see into another more steadfast state than Adam's.

Great things and wonderful depths beyond what can by words be declared, the hidden unity in the Eternal Being.

george fox

civil beyond all forms of breeding

and when she lifted her legs it was as if
she wanted to balance the moon  on her toes to keep it from falling

but I knew all along it was the black cloud that needed to stay in place

and so in that county where I was once and now and will be before I was

where I spoke the words holy  holy holy Lord God Almighty all the earth

is full of Thy glory where the whistling swans ride the backs of the white

horses of the river where the boxcars and skiffs are full

of drunken troubadours where once I did lay awhile longer the pavane

of whippoorwills while the pall bearers are strutting in the ceremonies

of my sleep the passing bell nodding like a snake charmer all far

past way deep behind the woods down the  road where I saw that lightning bug

in  the country where my  dreams are like bark

peeled off by lightning  I was with her the girl  with black  hair

while the wolf had the moon by the throat

I said I love you in  the field of honor

and she  was like a colt

and she was water I  held in  my hands

and she was the canoe I worked through the river

ans she was the flash at two-thirty in the morning of  the suicidal knife

and she was  a fire of pine cones who ran like a deer

and she was a butterfly that lit on the float of  my  pole

and she was  the night herself

she was the cape I drew over my body

frank stanford

an  archangel in  red

modeling

someone  is ok

for learning

but there is a need

to concentrate on creating

from whats at hand

like madonna

with the great tits

and outside bra

 

Immortality is participation in the eternal now of the divine Ground.

Survival is persistence in one of the forms of time. Immortality is the result of total deliverance. Survival is the lot of those who are partially delivered into some heaven, or who are not delivered at all but find themselves by the law of their own untranscended nature compelled to choose some purgatorial or embodied servitude even more painful than the one they have just left.

The word Tathagata, one of the names of the buddha signifies one who does not go to anywhere and does not come from anywhere and therefore is he called Tathagata (Thus-gone), holy and fully enlightened.

              I died a mineral and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an animal. I died an animal and I was    man.   Why should I fear ? When was I less by dying ?

      jalal-uddin  Rumi

There is a general agreement, East and West, that life in a body provides uniquely good opportunities for achieving salvation or deliverance. Catholic and Mahayana buddhist doctrine is alike in insisting that the soul in its disembodied state after death cannot acquire merit, but merely suffers in purgatory the consequences of its past acts.

Meanwhile, the fact that one has been born in a human body is one of the things for which says Shankara, one should daily give thanks to God.

      The spiritual creature which we are has need of a body without which it could nowise attain that knowledge which it obtains as the only approach to those things by knowledge of which it is made blessed.

            St. Bernard

Good men spiritualize their bodies, bad men incarnate their souls.

More precisely, good men spiritualize their mind-bodies;

bad men incarnate and mentalize their spirits.

The completely spiritualized mind-body is a Tathagata, who doesn't go anywhere when he dies,

for the good reason that he is already, actually and consciously, where everyone has always potentially been without knowing.

The person who has not in this life gone into Thusness, into the eternal principle of all states of being, goes at death into some particular state either purgatorial or paradisal.

For oriental theologians there is no eternal damnation; there are only purgatories and then an indefinite series of second chances to go forward towards not only man's but the whole creation's final end total reunion with the Ground of all being.

Preoccupation with posthumous deliverance is not one of the means to such deliverance and may easily indeed, become an obstacle in the way of advance towards it.

In oriental discussions of the subject, that which survives death is not the personality.

Buddhism accepts the doctrine of reincarnation but it is not a soul that passes on, (buddhism denies the existence of a soul), it is the character.

What we choose to make of our mental and physical constitution in the course of our life on earth affects the psychic medium within which individual minds lead a part at least of their amphibious existence and this modification of the medium results, after the body's death, in the initiation of a new existence either in a heaven, or a purgatory, or another body.

In the Vedanta cosmology there is over and above the Atman or spiritual Self, identical with the divine Ground, something in the nature of a soul that reincarnates in a gross or subtle body or manifests itself in some incorporeal state.

This soul is not the personality of the defunct but rather the particularized i consciousness out of which a personality arises.

The only personalities with which we have any direct acquaintance are incarnate beings, compounds of a body and some unknown x.

But if x plus a body equals a personality, then, obviously, it is impossible for x minus a body to equal the same thing. The apparently personal entities which psychical research sometimes seems to discover can only be regarded as temporary pseudopersonalities compounded of x and the medium's body.

These two conceptions are not mutually exclusive and survival may be the joint product of a persistent consciousness and a modification of the psychic medium.

If this is so, it is possible for a given human being to survive in more than one posthumous form.

His 'soul' the non-personal ground and principle of past and future personalities

may go marching on in one mode of being while the traces left by his thoughts and volitions in the psychic medium may become the origin of new individualized existences, having quite other modes of being.

aldous huxley

hollywood 1945

life aint

what it used  to be

deaths chord a minor change

and i'm not a top

balanced and high

its dangerous

and my knives

have to be sharper

than my brothers in the dark

whats to come

i have to remember

alone

im the same as i was when i was 6 years old   

 and oh my god i feel so damn old   

i don't really feel anything

on a plane i can see the tiny lights below   

 and oh my god they look so alone   

 do they really feel anything  

 oh my god ive gotta gotta gotta gotta move on

 

where do you move when

what youre moving from is  

yourself   

the universe works on a math equation 

 that never even ever really even ends in the end

  infinity spirals out creation

were on the tip of its tongue and it is saying

     we aint sure where you stand 

  you aint machines and you aint man 

  and the plants and the animals they are linked

and the plants and the animals eat each other

oh my god and oh my cat

     i told my dad what I need 

 well i know what i have and want   

 but i don't know what i need 

  well he said he said he said he said

where were going im dead

   

                                     modest mouse