The Business of Isness
Being Random Ramblings on the road to Who I Really Am, through Mind Forest to Awareness Fields, and a cordial invitation to anyone who recognises a landmark to sit and sup with me awhile in this little corner of Cyberville Inn, and share their journey from here to Here, from now to Now. Pull up a chair. You're welcome. There'll be dancing later:)
Tuesday, 7 April 2020
On Dragons and Princesses
Only he or she who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical, will live the relation to another as something alive and will wholly expand his or her being.
For if we think of this existence of the individual as a larger or smaller room, it appears evident that most people learn to know only a corner of their room, a place by the window, a strip of floor on which they walk up and down.
Thus, they have a certain security.
And yet that dangerous insecurity is so much more human than that which drives the prisoners in Poe's stories to feel out the shapes of their horrible dungeons and not be strangers to the unspeakable terror of their abode.
We, however, are not prisoners. We have no reason to mistrust our world, for it is not against us.
Has it terrors, they are our terrors; has it abysses, those abysses belong to us; are dangers at hand, we must try to love them.
And if only we arrange our life according to that principle which counsels us that we must always hold to the difficult, then that which now still seems to us the most alien will become what we most trust and find most faithful. How should we be able to forget those ancient myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
—Rainer Maria Rilke
Letters to a Young Poet
Tuesday, 19 April 2016
CCTV
An excerpt from Gifts of Unknown Things by biologist Lyall Watson, quoted in Perfect Brilliant Stillness by David Carse:
"The squid has an eye which is astonishing to find in a mollusc such as itself, a fairly undeveloped unsegmented invertebrate. The eye of the squid is extraordinarily developed: an iris, a lens that can focus at variable distances, and a retina with both rod and cone cells for seeing both contrast and color. The eye of the squid is every bit as developed as the human eye and has the ability to see as well. In spite of this, the animal to which this eye is attached does not have a brain with anything close to the capacity to process the visual information provided by the amazing eye. In fact it doesn’t really have a brain at all. Its nervous system has only very rudimentary nerve ganglia which serve the basic motor functions of the organism; no brain, no optic center to form images from the vast information received by the complex eye.
Also, there are literally billions of squid. They are highly mobile, and are present throughout the oceans; at every depth, every temperature gradient, in every ocean of the world, day and night. An eye capable of the best vision on the planet. Attached to a highly mobile and ubiquitous but extremely simple and easily reproduced organism, with a rudimentary nervous system having hardly any optical processing ability.
I read the book many years ago, but I still remember being absolutely floored by the implications of the one-liner with which Watson concluded his discussion on the squid:
Visitors are warned that this facility is under constant closed-circuit surveillance.
I wonder now if Watson knew how close he was:
Seeing truly is not merely a change in the direction of seeing but a change at its very center, in which the seer himself disappears. (Ramesh)
It is clear that it is not the body/minds, not the organisms, human or squid, that are seeing. That which is seeing through the squid’s eye is that which is seeing through what you call ‘your’ eyes.
That which is seeing is All.
Sunday, 20 December 2015
That's It, Folks
Rupert Spira
Saturday, 19 December 2015
Forgetfulness
Come, come closer
Let get of “you” and “I”
Come, quickly.
You and I
have to live
As if you and I
have never heard
of a you
and
an I.
Rumi
Friday, 18 December 2015
Alan Watts Asks, What Does 'Loving Myself' Mean?
The "myself" which I am beginning to recognize, which I had forgotten but actually know better than anything else, goes far back beyond my childhood, beyond the time when adults confused me and tried to tell me that I was someone else; when, because they were bigger and stronger, they could terrify me with their imaginary fears and bewilder and outface me in the complicated game that I had not yet learned. (The sadism of the teacher explaining the game and yet having to prove his superiority in it.) Long before all that, long before I was an embryo in my mother's womb, there looms the ever-so-familiar stranger, the everything not me, which I recognize, with a joy immeasurably more intense than a meeting of lovers separated by centuries, to be my original self. The good old sonofabitch who got me involved in this whole game,
At the same time everyone and everything around me takes on the feeling of having been there always, and then forgotten, and then remembered again. We are sitting in a garden surrounded in every direction by uncultivated hills, a garden of fuchsias and hummingbirds in a valley that leads down to the westernmost ocean, and where the gulls take refuge in storms. At some time in the middle of the twentieth century, upon an afternoon in the summer, we are sitting around a table on the terrace, eating dark homemade bread and drinking white wine.
Wednesday, 9 December 2015
In The Beginning We Were Ageless
We were neither young nor old, adolescent nor decrepit.
Without age. Ageless.
And great fun was had by all forever.
A little later, somebody noticed that it was even more fun to be ageless when we were also pretending to have age.
We pretended all the fun parts of infancy and youth, maturity and old age. We especially liked to pretend the fun parts of being grown up. Because to pretend to be grown up we had to pretend that we weren’t pretending. And that is the hardest and most fun of all.
So we devoted year after decade to it until we got so good at pretending to be grown up that only drugs and enthusiastic charismatics could get us to pretend to be children again.
…In the meantime almost completely forgetting that we are all each ageless in the first place.
Saturday, 28 November 2015
Infinite Love
Adyashanti