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letting go of the unwanted, is a loss

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Though letting go of the unwanted makes space for something new... As this world turns memories vaguely associated to me revealing a truth perhaps greatest and most practical among these many truths, even many truths... truth-ing through me... to blurring lines between the subjective to a subjective interpretation of supposed objective "occurrences" ... nothing objective but the branch here that grew out from the vine there... yet within and no distance is truth or real... To finally understand that the illusion conceals a"fact" that life... or your life...my life... all life... is all subjective... all imaginary... even the poop in the bottom of my metaphysical pants... here straining upon the digital stage... the steaming pile of symbolic being... in excrement form... vapors of powerful odor penetrating an incarnate recognition... the great ca-ca... over all other ca-ca's out there floating through the either... a most practical brand of bovine grass processi…

top of the mountain, bottom of my heart

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Internal personal formula that confirms the light I become in Christ... all the true work to be done in me, is within... nothing is truthfully needed to be done physically... as me accepting Christ on the basis of personal comfort, or what has Christ done for me? Attitude... is not the way... all ways but the one way is doom... and the one way is calling and a choice to follow his voice which is all joy and all success, relief .... all victory... doom looms as a big dark shadow in the sky... but has no power... God takes doom and puts him in a frilly collared school boy uniform, sitting in the corner on his stool with his dunce cap donned... doom along with us... is saved by God for my own mysterious purpose... that which can be made explicit to an idiot is not worth my care... and so if certainty in Jesus Christ makes me appear rude ... you, first explain to yourself why you feel offended so that with fervent emotion whipped up sufficently, you take some strange action by your h…

the Chosen one, is subjective to each

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It may be that habit draws to it a likeness of itself... and my mistake was looking no deeper than the habit ... to form belief all too dependant on the physical, was not the intended good use of attention...but as I stand corrected... the good use of attention brings exciting experience to me in love... it was truly salvation ...an escape from all these burdens of incarnation? Or is this salvation a constant expansion of the best use of attention?... that sounds like wisdom, but unused wisdom must be foolishness... for by thought and speech on the metaphysical theaters stage... my own fate no different than Gods... my best use of attention expressed by words dressed smartly in the costumes of the current production... if the scenes be a repetition again of the endless repetitions, of man ignorant to his true self... sleeping deep in the deadly dreams of good and evil... if to remain there in the darkness of the cave ... or to walk toward the light at the opening of the cave... …

hair triggered

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Invitation to victory.... written in symbols, remembered by a greater aspect of myself, textual conveyance here on the metaphysical theatres stage, billowing great dramatic flashes of fury, light, sound booming thunderous crashing explosions... this tale of a fool whom persisting in his folly, was made wise by Christ, through Christ ...within me... given to this human awareness... Real Knowledge above that of the Scribes, and corporate professionals... all the studied philosophers of the greatest renown... all whom somehow had led astray so many... and they themselves lost before misleading those they looked down upon... became darkness ... in this light ... this perception of them... .... the phantoms they are now revealed, I feel only compassion... for them whom attack the illusions of enemies, made to be what they are not... to become the tyrant destroyer themselfs, now had they become the object of there own hatred, and had become tyrants themselves ... as this is Gods law... …

last of the rendered, concious

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On to greater honey holes... this happy bear had awakened to spring and fat salmon in the river... blueberries, ripe worms... truffles... mushrooms... and other fruits of Gods spirit in these wild vast eternal happy woods... a certainty through wandering green pastures, beside the deepest still waters unmatched in beauty... a gratitude that is well past my speech, those tiny movements of the tongue... producing specific feelings, images within yourself... that are cause of physical experience, though the natural man, conscious- sub- conscious awareness of the "world" cannot know it... to be on our own ...in the incarnate world... is a lonely separated state of awareness ...for a human to be in... a state of being a widow or barren... I to reach out and stop the flow of blood... by my own faith in touching Christ within me... I make my dreams of union in Christ... so remember to make joyful noises... for expressing pain and agony is succumbing to death... so remember to be …