word sword play
Words cut and bind
release a kiss
or wield unkind
bring love's own sign
of heart beyond the mind
be the terror that we run from
or the insight that we find
so be careful how you aim them
as words themselves are blind.JYM
release a kiss
or wield unkind
bring love's own sign
of heart beyond the mind
be the terror that we run from
or the insight that we find
so be careful how you aim them
as words themselves are blind.JYM
Transcendental Realism and the guru/devotee relationship Below, Jym rendering of Adi Da Samraj
In the guru/devotee relationship, the ground is something revealed rather than assumed. Knocked out by the shock of birth, we can remain 'out of it' for our entire lifetime, or stagger through it semi-conscious holding our heads muttering 'where am I? whats going on?'. At least that was me, staggering through the arts knocking pictures off the walls, blundering through philosophy exposing my repressions to strangers, falling through the doors of several religions and dancing on the furniture, passing in and out in several hundred pubs and falling into a vat of illicit substances fully clothed.
Would be nice to say 'then I saw the light', but its not the wave of a fairy wand kind of situation we find ourselves in here. Born into an infinite amount of possibilities, we take on a mental knapsack of ideas and pre-conceptions about what is going on. Takes a while to see though this phyco-physical mist and it is not done by our selves, as we are that very mist. Guru actually means 'light bringer', and indeed there was an initial flash of light that burned through the mist, and left a relationship, an altering of point of view that revealed a myriad of dreamlike visions of what may or could be. This relationship will continue, not to a conclusion or an end point but in that relationship the point of view of that eternal ground upon which everything arises will be invoked as the prevailing and truely Divine point of view which is completely and absolutely always already established. The relationship is a kind of ending of dreamlike interpretations of life or concepts based merely on faith, hope or fantasy. It is the relationship with Reality Itself.
Would be nice to say 'then I saw the light', but its not the wave of a fairy wand kind of situation we find ourselves in here. Born into an infinite amount of possibilities, we take on a mental knapsack of ideas and pre-conceptions about what is going on. Takes a while to see though this phyco-physical mist and it is not done by our selves, as we are that very mist. Guru actually means 'light bringer', and indeed there was an initial flash of light that burned through the mist, and left a relationship, an altering of point of view that revealed a myriad of dreamlike visions of what may or could be. This relationship will continue, not to a conclusion or an end point but in that relationship the point of view of that eternal ground upon which everything arises will be invoked as the prevailing and truely Divine point of view which is completely and absolutely always already established. The relationship is a kind of ending of dreamlike interpretations of life or concepts based merely on faith, hope or fantasy. It is the relationship with Reality Itself.
The conceit of a lifeless moon or 'how to make friends with dust and custard'
My father called me in from playing in the garden to watch mans first step on the moon, 'live'. I couldn't figure why it was important at the time. I thought mankind did this kind of thing everyday, and besides, it was filmed, the film wouldn't be any different watching it at any other time. It was however an interesting experience to be watching the telly with the family during the day, with them drawing the curtains on the bright sunlit day in order to see the fuzzy black and white image. At that time we had only one channel that only started up at six o clock in the evening with a dramatic and sombre clanging of a large church bell. Some kind of attempt to legitimize this new 'thing' which was looked upon with suspicion by many of the older generation, and indeed it worked as my granny was often seen kneeling down in front of the telly, its light flickering across her devote face, highlighting the rosary beads she held to say her prayers along with 'the angelus'. which is what this bell ringing at six o clock was called.
Getting back to the story, I wondered at the undercurrent of disappointment that the moon was 'lifeless'. This was extraordinary to me, why the moon had been talking to me only just that very week. It certainly didn't seem lifeless, it had funny stories, a real grasp of the human condition and a sense of presence that felt as real to me as any person I had yet met in my young life.
Years later, a wonderful art teacher and early crush, was talking about this very subject and said 'how can they declare the moon is lifeless, have they looked underground, have they a full understanding of what constitutes 'life' in the universe. Indeed one of my many moon dreams had me arrive on the 'lifeless' moon. I wandered alone for a while until the moon urged me to 'look at things another way, from another frequency'.
A sound began, or I became aware of a background sound. i tuned into it and as I did, it changed frequency, instantly an explosion of colour happened before my eyes. It was a party, very much like an eighteenth century ball, but the cloths were obviously advanced, in that they shone and displayed colours and scenes on their silk like living plasma seeming surface. A man in a blue suit (at least it was blue in that it was showing a summers day scene taken on a very blue sky day) saw me, welcomed me and said it was great that i could come. He seemed to know I was not one of them, i told him that on earth, I indicated it in the sky, we believed the moon was lifeless and barren. He said 'it all depends on how you look at it!' and laughed like moon chimes.
Getting back to the story, I wondered at the undercurrent of disappointment that the moon was 'lifeless'. This was extraordinary to me, why the moon had been talking to me only just that very week. It certainly didn't seem lifeless, it had funny stories, a real grasp of the human condition and a sense of presence that felt as real to me as any person I had yet met in my young life.
Years later, a wonderful art teacher and early crush, was talking about this very subject and said 'how can they declare the moon is lifeless, have they looked underground, have they a full understanding of what constitutes 'life' in the universe. Indeed one of my many moon dreams had me arrive on the 'lifeless' moon. I wandered alone for a while until the moon urged me to 'look at things another way, from another frequency'.
A sound began, or I became aware of a background sound. i tuned into it and as I did, it changed frequency, instantly an explosion of colour happened before my eyes. It was a party, very much like an eighteenth century ball, but the cloths were obviously advanced, in that they shone and displayed colours and scenes on their silk like living plasma seeming surface. A man in a blue suit (at least it was blue in that it was showing a summers day scene taken on a very blue sky day) saw me, welcomed me and said it was great that i could come. He seemed to know I was not one of them, i told him that on earth, I indicated it in the sky, we believed the moon was lifeless and barren. He said 'it all depends on how you look at it!' and laughed like moon chimes.
The love puzzle soup creates a sphere that bends the Self into invisible lover
The realm of the self is a wonderland of fractal mirrors, possible doors and endless corridors, but instead of quirky lovable souls living within this framework, there are also the dark forces of fear and the desperate toothed survivalists that lurk there dragging machete's and bearing guns and claw. The self yields to realm, consciousness identifies with that limited self and place in which it appears to be. In the midst of this invention of the self and its myriad monsters, love is sought as possible release or at least comfort in the midst of this puzzle of being. Love scratches the edge of the Escher mind world and seems to release a promise of a true door, a bliss cloud to lift the person beyond its own sense of self. How can true love be found in such a hall of mirrors? The illusion of an 'other' brings hope and fear in the one basket. Such paradox's are the building blocks of mind forms, of the day and night worlds we inhabit and call reality. I remember being very effeccted as a young teenager upon seeing Salvidor Dali's "The invention of the monsters' where i could not tell where one persons head was its own or that of another. I wondered who the monsters where. Now the mechanism of mind and its illusory re-construction of Reality Itself into 'others' into 'lovers' and a whole host of characters has become somewhat clearer and it is far more plane to see that the monsters are very much the egos own distorted reflections in its own projected hall of mirrors.
It is an almost unbreakable paradox, as hard as it was to distract Narcissus from the hypnotic stare into his own reflection (he did not recognize it as his own). This is when the Guru's play comes into being first in the life of the unconscious devotee, It takes on a form as different for each person as relationship itself is different in every case, yet the Guru does distract the limited mind from the dreadful pull of its own gaze. In my own case I had devotees turning up to the band I was in saying 'Our Guru listens to your music'. I had no idea gurus existed nowadays, and if they did, they must be able to because of weak minded people who needed them. I took a few years of hearing this, like a dog barking in the morning, to wake me enough to read a book about this guru. As soon as I did, woosh, I was on a journey away from the pond and into a relationship with Reality Itself that has never ceased from deepening. Also I found the devotees were so pushed and developed by their Guru, they were some of the smartest most open people I had ever met in my years of pond gazing! of course, all I ever saw there were endless variations on a limited theme.
It is an almost unbreakable paradox, as hard as it was to distract Narcissus from the hypnotic stare into his own reflection (he did not recognize it as his own). This is when the Guru's play comes into being first in the life of the unconscious devotee, It takes on a form as different for each person as relationship itself is different in every case, yet the Guru does distract the limited mind from the dreadful pull of its own gaze. In my own case I had devotees turning up to the band I was in saying 'Our Guru listens to your music'. I had no idea gurus existed nowadays, and if they did, they must be able to because of weak minded people who needed them. I took a few years of hearing this, like a dog barking in the morning, to wake me enough to read a book about this guru. As soon as I did, woosh, I was on a journey away from the pond and into a relationship with Reality Itself that has never ceased from deepening. Also I found the devotees were so pushed and developed by their Guru, they were some of the smartest most open people I had ever met in my years of pond gazing! of course, all I ever saw there were endless variations on a limited theme.
End tribalism gain culture
Not a call to throw away the culture developed in tribes but to lay down the separation tribalism engenders in the one tribe that we actually are, 'humanity'. That tribe needs to survive and it can by understanding and acting in the truth that we are already one. In that sense, we are all Maori, Zulu, Aboriginal, Polish, American, every form of tribe, or false sense of separation and difference, black, white, mahogany, plucked chicken colored (me!)
Just sitting with a pen and paper drawing a subject is a meditation on that subject. Drawing the piece on the left of this page brought an empathy with all tribal masks and affectations as though they were my own. A seeming affiliation more with the 'white' side of the page faded and balanced during the making of the drawing to include both figures equally and the ghostly shapes and tribal markings in the background.
Years later I find that the Guru has summed all of this up perfectly. Not only are we as human beings innately connected and indeed 'one', but the entire universe and all its contents are in Reality in a state of 'Prior Unity'. That is, before any thing at all arises in this conditional realm, it comes from and arises in this state of 'Prior Unity'. (All this is most perfectly said in, 'Not-Two Is Peace', which is His open letter to humanity and a call to "Act on the basis of "everybody-all-at-once" — rather than on the basis of egoity and "tribalism") get this book for free at http://nottwoispeace.info/
Just sitting with a pen and paper drawing a subject is a meditation on that subject. Drawing the piece on the left of this page brought an empathy with all tribal masks and affectations as though they were my own. A seeming affiliation more with the 'white' side of the page faded and balanced during the making of the drawing to include both figures equally and the ghostly shapes and tribal markings in the background.
Years later I find that the Guru has summed all of this up perfectly. Not only are we as human beings innately connected and indeed 'one', but the entire universe and all its contents are in Reality in a state of 'Prior Unity'. That is, before any thing at all arises in this conditional realm, it comes from and arises in this state of 'Prior Unity'. (All this is most perfectly said in, 'Not-Two Is Peace', which is His open letter to humanity and a call to "Act on the basis of "everybody-all-at-once" — rather than on the basis of egoity and "tribalism") get this book for free at http://nottwoispeace.info/
Woman pales into moon
Woman persists within moon
experience spun in a ball of glass
with magnets shaping the mind
feeling ascends as lethal orchestra
in a lust that modifies pain
and is brutally kind
Flowering across a fortune of desire temptation eggs its trap
with frill laced promise
passion loosens fire across
the skin inspired heart
where love stirs into life
Darkness pounds down upon mind
sin transmutes to heat
manifesting in world or sun
or insects eye
while man is held
in the exclusive curiosity of the dazed
as woman pales into moon
jym