SHACK: May 2023

Friday, 12 May 2023

SHACK 3026 TRESS AND GALAXIES

Hubble

I WONDER IS THERE

SIMILARITY

All Natures Treasurers

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SHACK 3025 THE WONDER OF TREES

Sparkling Trees

Oh beautiful trees, my dearest companions, so still and quiet and so empty of self and because of that , your essence , your being shines through. You are a pure channel of the Divine.

The Divine and all its glory shines through you because there is no ego or another agenda, there is no ego to tarnish it, would that I could be like you as a pure channel for the Divine.

I have felt your glory many nights back. Thank you for being you.

You do not have to do anything to be loved and I wish that I have not to do anything to be loved and being without the lusts and desires of the ego will be sufficient to the day. Life is is selflessness and just as it is.

I love you because you are you. Thank you beautiful trees for being my teachers, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Just looking at you says it all without words or gestures. Thank you great Spirit Creator for these dear friends. Like dogs that are purged of self they are so glad to see people. Thank you Great Source of Life for revealing yourself to me as a feeling in my heart, my soul, that something that love and smile from the trees, they convey you Great One through the emptiness of the ego to me and that feeling of joy and elation is transmitted in the silence and in the vacuum of no thought we become one.

The smile , the feeling, the love, the union of the One Life and that Life empty of self is love in action and is the witness of love and beauty as a feeling of gratitude.

The Universe is one big smile and joy. It as if the Pot were able to covey the joy of the Potter.

From the first burst of Glory and exaltation, come the quietness and 'deadness' of being.

What to do, what to say, what anything, nay to be is enough doing for Life, just rest and be yourself.

Oh the restless mind, go shopping, juice veggies, defrost food, eat, drink, fantasise, do qi gong, you must do, do. That entity ego is restless. 'I am not alive' says the ego, I am not alive unless I am busy, doing, thinking, what doing nothing is OK? You must be kidding.

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SHACK 3024 THE DRIVER

alamy

There was a knock, knock on the window, the driver rolled it down, a frantic man's bespectacled face appeared, sweating and he gasped ' are you the one', the driver was perplexed and said 'what do you mean? the man seemed more agitated and said ' are you the one'. the driver said 'I thought you were were the one'. The man ran away frenzied and clutching his head and wildly gesticulating. The driver sat in bewilderment staring vaguely into a space as if the world had just collapsed and there was an uncomfortably nothing, a void with no meaning or satisfaction.

The driver went home and this home was not comforting, the encounter with the bespectacled man left him with a familiar dilemma, he had been contemplating the meaning of life and had reached a sort of synopsis, 'I had no choice in my name, in fact I do like my name, yet I am gradually getting to kind of used to it and live with it, I had no choice in my culture, life style and so on, I could have been anyone else and in anyone else's religion, culture and so on, so I am hand me down, second hand, brain washed individual and so are many more.

So who am I without all this brain washed someone else's ideas instilled in me and until I questioned it and awakened to the possibility that I am a mind clone and the shock of this awakening reverberated in me being and made me uncomfortable and uneasy? The driver then searched for an identity; if I am not in any mind frame pattern, conditions or lifestyle and so on or have doubts about any beliefs what identity am I to assume, my name means nothing, my beliefs and so on seem meaningless because they are borrowed from someone else's philosophy, culture, guru, holy books, some academia and nothing fits, I realised that my beliefs, life styles and so on were so conditioned in me that I felt they were my reality, the only reality and I would defend that as it was my security.

The driver felt hurt and offended if someone challenged his beliefs and culture or his achievements, he then realised hurt and pain were the feelings that defended his cherished beliefs and said reality and security, he must attack, defend or retreat in order to preserve this system and yet at the same time on this awakening they were but inculcated imported data and were not his or real in the sense of is, brain washing real or fake?

The the driver was hit with; then the whole of this human existence from the beginning to now is built on hand me downs on stories and myths built to accommodate every new evolutionary epoch. Everything is built on a false premise, oh god what is there then that is the truth. Everything is fake, yes degrees, kings, queens and then the search for reality, if there was such a thing.

The driver then studied the great philosophers, the holy books, went to gurus, countless lectures and visited those who 'knew' and was let down, he was told the truth is within you, meditate, pray and he grew frustrated, his beliefs and fixations, his obsessions were so deep and they were habits, reactions, like a trained athlete, he knew this, observed this and could not break the habit, he was addicted to his deep brain washed edicts he was hooked, hook line and sinker and yet at the same time knowing this was not real and not really who is?

He looked for a guru, someone, somewhere, something that would save him, give him rest, he felt naked and had no comfort anywhere or in anyone, he searched, he found himself restless , no food, meditation, exercise or distraction satisfied him, he slept late not wanting to confront the world, he stretched and squirmed in bed screeching, causing cramp in his urge to rid himself of this paradox of knowing intellectually the truth about himself as fake brainwashed no original being and yet casting off the haunting inculcation that followed him like a never ending shadow and dark menace at the back of the mind, there is something hanging over me and even though I know this fake brainwashed me I still feel guilty if I break the commandments of this brainwashed set of beliefs and habits, the image in the unconscious as reactions, habits, rituals and self imposed identity and religion, this fake identity and the worlds ethos and determinations to live by these dictates and preserve the fake as real and the whole lot is deception and in denial so he stretched, squirmed like a snake shedding its skin, like the crab the carapace and hoping the new growth would be a balm, a salve an unction, the squirming and writhing being so hard at times that they caused cramps, the cramps were there as if to clamp and stop change and this happened unconsciously at times through something going on unconsciously in sleep as if this was so deeply invested in the awakening shock that it is driven by a deep 'knowing' something from another dimension as it were, like soul level and was driving with an intensity that was not human but sort of divine, it is as if the ancient divine call of Spirit was calling the 'lost soul in the wildness home' and the fake false entity was fighting and not wanting to loosen its grip even though it really knew in itself it was not real and because it knew it was not real and had not real standing or identity it wanted to retain the hope the 'one day' it would be solid and real.

So the driver kept going and looking and searching, the the knock on the window and he slowly wound the window down and the sweaty frantic bespeculated man said 'Are yo the one? and the driver said 'I thought you were the one' both then were in that dilemma and saw a mirror of themselves and both were the driver and the frantic man and both were searching for an identity that does not exist.

SHACK

SHACK 3023 DIE TO LIVE /LIVE TO DIE

Quora

The old adage from the bible 'Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth much fruit' John 12:24. Also the pupa, egg to caterpillar dies and goes into the chrysalis butterfly. Metamorphosis.

It seems that the ego with its collection, bundle and extensive library and human will that drives the life of everyday and many times is aggressive, warlike, evil and malicious and also to many the only reality and when in full flight seems to be indestructible and immortal until some event shakes its foundations and can cause deep trauma or an awakening.

'Looking into metamorphosis and its definition as per dictionary and science; metamorphosis, in biology, striking change of form or structure in an individual after hatching or birth. Hormones called molting and juvenile hormones, which are not species specific, apparently regulate the changes. These physical changes as well as those involving growth and differentiation are accompanied by alterations of the organism’s physiology, biochemistry, and behaviour.' Encyclopaedia Britannica.

I feel this is just a scientific explanation and furthermore it is just a cold fact; I enquire yes hormones and all that, however, there must be information in the form of frequencies, vibrations and energy which broadcast the signals to allow the expression to take on these qualities. I feel it is a conscious planning and broadcast by an Intelligence and that intelligence is a field which pervades the entire Universe and It's dimensions, it is omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent. It is Spirit, God and The Source of Life.

The ego is a human 'bag' of self determination and often at odds with nature. These I experience as thoughts, the inner dialogue, mind chatter the 'monkey mind' and over the ages by countless peoples and customs with religious and life style cultural habits, routines, ceremonies and sacrifices that this collective world ego ethos is so embedded and cemented into a tight restrictive organism that very few have been able to die or free itself of this imprisonment, this is indeed the hard nut corn of wheat that needs to drop and die and then metamorphize into a Spiritual Being.

The seed has in it the whole signal sequences in micro frequencies which contact with the ground and its signals in the form of the Schumann Resonance and the Earths currents also helps the incubation, this is just my speculation. Whatever happens this is a miracle and the UNSEEN presence of Spirit silently transforms the seed into its new form. To me a miracle, to science a process of genetics.

To die to the mind chatter, the stigma of the ego is to be regarded by many as a crazy and insane thing to do, this is my identity, without this identity who am I? Yet dying to ego is not suicide or madness, does the caterpillar or seed if it could think 'Oh God I will die'? Or is it a natural process that is felt to be so without any qualms?

KrishnaMurti 'One is never afraid of the unknown; one is afraid of the known coming to an end'. The ego clings tenaciously to its stronghold and fights to the bitter end, the more one tries to supress the ego, the more the ego's cunning and forearmed strategies can wreak havoc on one and cause illness, bad luck and even untimely death and destruction.

Once one becomes aware of the process of inculcation (many previous SHACK's back) then one can by the process of intuition that is stepping back spontaneously that the body and Spirit silently and progressively realise in some deep semi conscious manner that the ego is beginning to realise the fallaciousness of its own logic and it in fact goes against the very foundations of life principles and purpose. It may begin to release by its own logic and understanding to begin the process of letting go of its tight reins and step gentle and slowly into a complete letting go of its major tenets. The corn of wheat is ripening to let go.

So the empty mind; We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves' Buddha. To the ego 'empty mind' of Buddhism is menacing and the ego fears its death, yet in meditation when the mind is alert and dynamic it feels pure and there is a glow and peace. And like Sitting Bull says at the image atop 'the one I feed the most'.

The ego will fight and the pull of it is exacerbated when I get a meditative experience as a peace and glow or write these kind of articles. Eckhart Tolle names it the 'Pain Body' and I can well relate to that.

So can the kernel, cob, seed, corn or whatever as an ego fall and be empty(the ego when dissipates leaves behind a mechanism for every day survival) and should it as an analogy fall into the empty glorious pure mind of the emptiness of thought and find itself in this glory, then the fruit is what this brings is be in this glory.

Be Still, Be Empty and know that Spirit.

SHACK

SHACK 3022 WILDERNESS

SAHARA

In the silence of my soul I find myself. To me the soul is the awareness of my quiet luminous mind, not the mind and its content of thought and associated noise and glamour.

To me in that soft glow of awareness and its non emotive or evocative sensations, in fact the lack of sensations I find the peace.

I like bareness and starkness, simpleness and the stark beauty of what is when it is not tainted with desire and egoic interjections. As yet my home is litter and hopeless mess and yet my soul yearns for the emptiness and starkness, I seem to want to get rid of hoarding and acquisitiveness and yet I seem to clutter and want to take all my belongings to the dump or charities.

I guess death will finally offer me the chance to declutter but I yearn to do it now.

I find at times I yearn for stillness and the emptiness of the content of the mind junk and yet the pull of the mass of the junk and debris causes a gravity and sucks me back into its orbit and yes the Ego acts as a central sun in which my collection of ego data and my compartmentalised impacted trash form planets as it were that keep the solar system of the ego rotating in its seasonal karmic replay. I feel this is the wheel of Dharma and Life, the continuing birth and death cycles and its attendant temptations in the age and era they reside in and manifest.

I am aware of this and hopefully dipping into the wildness and loving its stark quiet beauty and liberation will eventually nay now and not a moment more sever the gravity field of the known into the unknown of the wilderness of the Soul.

SHACK

Tuesday, 2 May 2023

SHACK 3021 ENTRANCE

SHRINE TO THE ONE

Proverbs 8:34, ESV: Blessed is the one who listens to me, watching daily at my gates, waiting beside my doors. Proverbs 8:34, KJV: Blessed is the man that heareth me, watching daily at my gates, waiting at the posts of my doors.

This proverb has a deep meaning for me. When in meditation the many thoughts, pictures and scenarios pass through the mind stream and I feel my deep breaths coming spontaneously from my dantien and hara and I become aware of my awareness, the flotsam and jetsam and scenarios begin to fade and I am not in trance or sleepiness, a sort of gap a sort of sliding from the mind screen and the flotillas of indiscriminate debris and junk feelings and thoughts and suggested emotions therein seem to dim and slide into a low warm glow and sharp and yet comfortable awareness, an awareness of no particular focus, in fact a wide seemingly unending expanse of what is the awareness of the timelessness experience of awareness experiencing Itself without interference.

This quiet is the one who listens 'to me' and is aware that the gate or entrance is that thought process to the sliding into quite and awareness, it is the line as it were, where the level, where thought subside and awareness and the quiet change over or under or is not quantifiable or definable and is what it is in the mind that is aware of itself without thought.

Just attention without intention, just being without judgement, experiencing without bias, this the gate and hearing from the One in the silence, is not a hearing of the ears or brain, but a knowing, sometimes without words.

That image above maybe associated with a particular philosophy or faith and to me it means the gateway to the One and infinity. The passing from the world and its offerings into the silence of the soul.

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SHACK 3020 DISCONNECT

Infinium

The things of the world are having less impact, less upheaval on my emotions and taking things personally, they are becoming less of the overall picture and reality as like the piece of the jigsaw, yet the picture remains and the jigsaw is there without the gloss and promise of a reward of great significance.

Somehow there is a disconnect between the ego ramping up the situation and the factual and informative data that is the real reality if there is such a thing as reality, because reality can be based on one's inculcative nature and is a projection from that brain washed someone else's data instilled in one, as to be felt and thought as one's own original and pristine thoughts, beliefs and assumptions.

Laying that aside the input is less emotional and more informative this does not detract from one's enjoyment or sense of the situation or events, it merely is enjoyed or received in a more essence sense, a sort of one with the feeling or vision perceived and that creative impulse anent to it.

SHACK