Moon shines across my eyes like gravity, forgiving sins.
Washing me away, she sings to me in sleep.
Warm mists rise off the waters of peaceful stars dreaming.
Shadows of release.
Moon shines across my eyes like gravity, forgiving sins.
Washing me away, she sings to me in sleep.
Warm mists rise off the waters of peaceful stars dreaming.
Shadows of release.
In order to measure a field of truthfulness, we are talking about fidelity, clarity of the uncorrupted signal and a readable message. My writings generally err on the side of sensible caution. No tricks, routines or surprizes. Accurately tactful reporting is the only way to check with someone, about who we are quoting, and where and why we get that signal in the first place. Signals should have viable meaning. But because most lies have an ancestry, we must wade in with courage and sensible patience. Weighting for the densest of lies is easier than finding where a truth got corrupted. Even history, logic and statistics can be faked. I never presume to show someone honesty unless I know of what I speak and from where it came.
Providing accurate documentation for the human software of lie detection is only one of many critical resources. But because the observational analysis of behavior has a long tradition, compleat with cultural languages and logic, we must be as gentle and thorough as tree roots. These practices are rarely enough to help someone determine what is truthful, much less honestly reported. Never depend on self limiting algorithms, there is always someone designing their own pet social engineering. How can we know if we're being honest with ourselves, or others. How do I prove I'm not just another robot if I'm endlessly repeating programs. This endless monkey telephone of shared idioms plays the dominant role in most top priority decision making in a culture of the damned. {Sorry, Harsh social criticism I know.} Yes, I know. Nobody likes hearing that no one's driving the bus.
But, now for the really great news. Tactical empathy? What? Am I kidding? Actually no, it's clean. I GET LOTS OF TRAFFIC FROM WELL FILTERED INTERNATIONAL PLATFORMS. People can read me. A little diplomatic immunity often needs tact. Most people often appreciate truthfulness, even when it's difficult.
Time is a field of moving waves crashing on intermittent space. Its light blows my burnt ashes away. Seldom do I notice, that time laughs right along with me. When light weeps sweet tears of kindness, I have to stop to catch my breath. I ask, "Can I care enough to know, will I grace to forgive?" Only then will I find release. So saying my thanks I dissolve. I enter into a shimmering star door.
What happened demons? Is it time for the talk? Everything's Changed. Your my family now. We don't fight anymore. It's the stranger's quarreling that worries me. Everything's changed. And I don't know what to say or do, my needs are met. Is it a good thing?
Prayers to a dead medium. Your Art speaks to me, whether I want it to or not. What kind of books and letters did I leave for myself in the future, to help me catch up again? Too Much Information? The verity of everyone's life is one. Every person's story is thread unwound under the eye of the universe. May my heart still flow with love when the losses of living grace my shadowed soul.
And when the empty bowl breaks again, I'll remember.
I'm struggling endlessly with extending my first book "XENOPHILE" into a book on deprogramming called "THE MUTUAL HUMAN GAME." By saying resocialization is our only choice for survival, hasn't made it any easier for me. I'm choking on the words, How much do we need each other? In our Post-Covid era, everyone has rediscovered isolation in one way or another. Alienation has become, "I can still feel you, even so far away," When we can't heal from traumas, the oppressors win. When we can't learn new skills from each other, we wither and die. And when our shared points sets of mutual contact die, we cease to be useful.
My first book is on expo of "Split Bias of Marketing." I'm a veteran the marketing of boutique parapsychology and the international cultures of alternative medicine. Many so called rational positivists and religious fundamentalists love to vehemently hate all "True believers." (Incendiary religions and arrogant scientists have always been politically spiritual abusers, in spite of conflicting worldviews.) And these extremists mutually share their hatred of the alternatively faithful, as if they were of one mind. {MINDOB: Mutually Inclusive Negative Double Opinion Bias is the hate that is shared between people who think they are on opposite sides. Like Atheists and Fundamentalists, they much more alike than they want to believe. They hate each other, hence common.} Anybody's hate group can hate somebody else's social identity, simply by trolling for cheap easy entertainment. Spiritualist Necromancers and Ancestor Worshippers were a contra to the Clerics of Organized Religious Institutions and the Colleges of the Elite Classes. Pro and Con, Religion is just like any College, it's first and foremost purely academic. Yet outside of Gnosticism or even Reincarnation, only God's Temples, Mosques, and Churches could reunite you with your dead relatives. And supposedly only after you die. But hating the haters also gives the infidels something to bond over. Even today, we so called psychics have become that much hated trivial subgroup. We morphed into a silly fantasy, like time travel, warp light speed, and most nauseating of all, the endlessly redundant Multiverse. All Pseudoscience is marketed via Sci Fi comic book tropes like modernist "Sex, Drugs, and futuristic Rock& Roll." And as everyone knows, Hate Sells. Space will be conquered by the pretty people only, and all aliens are therefore ugly. Spirituality is the final frontier for the living. Yoga moms have been influenced by fanatical anti vaxxers. Organic foods are popular with extremists on both side of the political spectrum. Pop Music is an important success formula for Wall Street investment gurus. Even country music has become more about targeted bias marketing than the inclusive folk music that used to be so radical.
Don't even try convincing anyone they're stupid. We already know. And we'll probably just hate you back. "XENOPHILE" as a book, splits the differences by proving that everyone is at least a little wrong when it comes to understanding the unknown. Anyone is capable of forming opinion biases through familial prejudices, pro and con. But, "You need not believe in order to perceive." {Mine} I'm a non-believer myself, and I love everyone regardless of beliefs. (That's what makes me a "Xenophile" by definition.) I love the all unfamiliar and unexpected. I don't hate the haters, I just hate the games and abuses of political marketing. These abuses are usually targeting people by common emotions. Our desire to belong is a bottomless untapped motivator. [I'm talking to YouTube.] Nobody trolls you nowdays like the Marketing Surveillance Algorithms. The web never forgets, it's selling division by order of structured data. It's easier for the algorithms to filter forward bitter emotions than the love of our sacred others. Hate binds, Where as love merely softens with a lighter touch that's hard to feel through all bitter venom.
So how do we get back to the Garden? I don't know. But just know, "We Love You." Let's get back together people.
In spiritual dialectics, we find that the central mean is the boundary of definition between all sacred opposites. All are defined by differences, and in all of our distinctions we can find ourselves. Exclusion as a social construct is a dangerous illusion. And thus, clarity burns! In the binary of human logic boundaries are functional, but only when imaginary. And in the imagination resides our mind's eye, like a Camera Obscura. The glow of awareness informs and illuminates the world, while the heart sings sweet poetry to the loving belly absorbed in memory. In Taoism all exists, until it is gone. And everything recedes back into the nothing. "AND NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!" {7th axiomatic rule of the Para Psychological Method}
We live in this, the most improbable of all possible universes. "And from the many, we learn as one." Everything exists within boundless possibilities. Contradictions contract on the immediate surface of summation, that we call the now. {{{ Tao? }}} The only thing that ever happens, does so in preparation for a possibility of an inevitable future. "Do not suffer the unnecessary proliferation of entities." Occam's Razor. In other words simplicity isn't just best, it's probably also the only truth. Complexity doesn't have to be the same thing as unnecessary complications. {I offer a little rhetoric here to illustrate my clumsy reduction.} Healthy creative chaos doesn't have to be random or destructive at all. In the tao, "Opposition" is the gateway to unity. "I CHING" Hexagram #38 (Please don't hurt me.)
As I've repeatedly said, "It's easy to learn, but impossible to explain." Here's my foolish proof. Good luck with life, love, and living. And know that I too, love you. Peace.
Intimacy is the final frontier.
As we get closer to intimacy, our sense of boundaries change. Learning is an intimacy, and intimacy is learning. Unity and empathy are mutually unexplored territories in everyone & everything.
My apology. Dreams are just creative imaginary projections. In Zazen, dreams, just like thoughts, are simply considered deviations of awareness away from the moment now. {Blah, blah? Neti, neti?} When it comes to creative fantasy and imagination, I guess I didn't have much choice. Transcendent dreams lived in me. That Nada is the dream chakra, and is also known for the Raja Path to enlightenment. I am no more than an other centered person with very few goals or ambitions. And yet I have lived fully, despite personal solitude. Dreams are like our karma, personal and/or collective. I myself may be petty and judgemental, but our emotions are merely those responsive waves on the surface of that momentary summation, now. Feelings and awareness ebb and flow like that momentary being, ours is one into another. My dreams are now public property. Come drink, there are dreams enough to nourish and inspire all, carrying us across the great waters into our collective eternity.