Submission to Oneness

Merging in a sea of living compassion & mercy, I submit to our oneness

Only to realize that there was never a “you” or a “me” only an eternal embrace

bearing witness to the suffering nights of a trillion stars broken into pieces kept apart by a dream.

Wake up now and forever in the eternal embrace beyond this illusion of birth and this
illusion of death. WE lose each other, we find each other, we kiss and we die, we lose each other, we find each other we kiss and we die again and again and again.

The Flesh Colored Crayon of Reality

 The first box of Binney & Smith crayons, produced in 1903, sold for a nickel and contained eight colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, brown, and black (wiki). 

Over the decades, Crayola expanded into many other colors including colors like Indian Red and “flesh” colored.  These two colors were fine through the 1950’s.  The multi-cultural movements of the ’60s changed everything. 

In 1962, Binney & Smith chose to change the name Flesh to Peach in response to the Civil Rights Movement, since not all people are the same skin color. In 1999, the name Indian Red was changed to Chestnut because children wrongly perceived the color to be that of Native Americans, when in fact “Indian Red” had its roots in a dye from India (wiki).

When it comes to interpreting life, we tend to color our experiences with the tools we have.  It makes sense, really.  Afterall, we can’t use something we don’t have and we can’t use information we don’t know.

That is an over-simplified explaination of postmodernist view on science and philosophy.  Postmodernist ask: How can scientists, philosophers and saints know anything when their culture dilutes what they call reality?  These philosophers, and saints and scientists are essentially coloring reality with their flesh colored crayons.  Now, the extreme postmodernist jump straight off of a nilhist cliff and says there is no meaning at all.  I agree with some of what the post moderist have to say, but there is no need to be ridiculous.

It is important to at least realize the cultural bias we use to interpret our Gods, our facts and our reason.  Without that internal check  we will be blinded by the very things that are supposed to free us.

Further, it is important to realize that every word spoken and written and every concept thought or otherwise expressed are merely symbols.  In the case of “God” or “Jehovah” or “Allah” we should note that the words we used to describe the subject of our worship, love, devotion and adoration are only symbols. 

We tend to feel threatend by someone else’s interpretation of reality when in wisdom all interpretations should strengthen us as they tell us more about ourselves as individuals and as a species.  An atheist (for example) shouldn’t be disgusted by a Pentacostal speaking in tongues but be awakend to the spectrum of reality that the human condition can accept.  Reality does not have a cookie cutter approach.  What I see, is not completely what you see.  

Though we should not praise ALL perspectives (they are not all healthy and contructive) we should definitely respect them enough to deal with them properly.  Just like a criminal profiler, they must understand and get into the mind set of a killer in order to predict the predators next move and motive.  In the same way, should we understand our enemies and those who seek to despitefully use us.  It does no good to simply marginalize and use stereotyping beyond what is necessary.

Another example is George Bush saying of Al Quaeda, “they hate us because of our freedom” may be bit oversimplified.  The more we understand the terrorist, the child molester, serial killer, the rapist, the dirty politician, the better chance we have to overcome and subdue them.  A game of Chess is won by paying attention, thinking three steps a head of your opponents most probable movements.  

In the latter part of the 19th century after two world wars and an precedented population explosion, we found ourselves in the waiting arms of multiculturalism and globalism.  Its forced us to live in a world of dying closed homogenious cultures and vanishing nations. 

As with the mythological phoenix, the new firebird will rise out of the ashes of old.  Now we are forced to draw reality not only in new colors but in different dimensions.  

 

 

someone forgot to mention

tell me about your problems:

I have something that can solve them/
tell me about that guy that cut you off in traffic the other day/
tell me about how your boss didn’t give you a raise in pay/

sing the song of “the victim” while I play the world’s smallest violin/
confess it to me privately so I can absolve the sin/

its sad to see humanity dying at the feet of a vulture/
morally bereft, obsess over celebrities in a so-called “first-world” culture/

can we save the world with 200 billion dollars instead of investing in invasions on another nation’s sovereignty?/ (the answer is no)
but maybe we can save one mother, one man or this child from poverty/

She is special because she is our child; she is the baby we have conceived/precious child indeed, closer than the air we breathe

but she is dying of starvation with stomach in distention/

it is useless to blame anyone for this child’s suffering and that is not my intention/

I just want to remind you not to take your life for granted which is something someone forgot to mention/

perhaps when we can love outside of our personal strife, fear and petty grief/ we will learn to love God while she is crawling at our feet

god bless you..

Wake Within Worlds of Imagination

We are a team of dream travelers
dream weaving, reality unravelers

We are guides of lucidity to purge the infinite manifestations of self will merge while we allow access to worlds stalked by the Standford labs of Stephen Laberge

We are mutual dreamers that infiltrate, rape and pilage your walls and insecurities, for we seek to bleed you and cleanse these impurities

We are creatures of the night
We walk among you sleeping cattle having our way with your ignorance and sabotaging your fears and hate with mindless acts of love - like “free hugs”

“…we are the dreamers we dream the dreams”

We stumbled drunk upon Castaneda’s Gates of Dreaming
We sat at the feet of inorganic beings
We are Gods and Goddesses in embryo
Princes and princesses of universes unseen, expanding with infinite involution

Our dream journals speak of countless deaths, burials and resurrections in
the perfect consciousness that is now

We die nigthly and wake within worlds of pure imagination

to some lucid dreams I know…

Radiant Heart of Gold

Radiant heart of gold

With burning bliss and light

Shining through the vail of self

And the souls darkest night

Radiant heart infectious with ”face

Cracking” smiles and viral bliss

Rippling a glowing ever present

Momentary nowness

 

this moment is a miracle