The
witness, the Luminous Being, The light, The Source, Mother / Father God, Great
White Spirit, Great Creator, The Tathagata Womb, Great No Mind, Great Space of
Eternity.
All
of the above implies that the space, the matrix is likened to a womb which has no
material tangible form, a sort of pure energy, light, bright, all encompassing
luminosity.
Scientist
may accept that the big bang accident exploded forth like a babe from the womb
being finally expelled or pushed out, many women have told me that in a natural
childbirth in a tub or a squatting and with toned birthing and breathing the
babe more or less comes out of its own and yet with a gusto at times and having a kind of orgasm, a sheer joy.
Religious
folk who feel and believe that God is that womb, perhaps the two can meet and
compliment one another; the big bang was God giving birth to creation
accidentally.
Now
to say that the babe is a clean sheet in consciousness, it is alive in the
flesh, not yet discerning as such, free, hungry and alive, in fact alive as no
other adult. Then it is taught its life
conditioning of culture, religion or not, expected behaviour and so on.
Eventually if the babe questions and thinks it may arrive at ‘what culture,
religion, politics behaviour is God, what and who is this far off God I pray too and never see, I am told his handiwork, and why this, mother carried me in her
womb, oh yes his handiwork is nature, and if I question this more and research
I find plants, animals insects, fish and even the Sun and Earth ‘talk or
communicate' in their own way and that us humans can interface with them and
communicate with all life, rubbish say the academics and priests, yet I know
not only from research but from first hand experience bearing out the research'.
It
is not so far a cry or shout to awaken me to the fact that the whole darn
universe, the whole package is alive and communicates with each and every part
of itself in ‘talk and language’ commensurate and concomitant to each energy
matrix and form born from it and what’s more all lives in symbiosis and
ecological harmony.
This
would mean God which to me is Life is light, energy and consciousness,
consciousness to me implies intelligence as far as God goes and that super
duper intelligence is the womb and the big bang which is the birthing process
of creation.
When
the conditioning and brain washing starts from a very early age, in fact
instantly on birth one is not usually in the so called modern Western World
certain dictates and expectancies unfortunately ah la a religious, scientific,
political and mad media and despotic immoral leaders and so the wonderful laws
of nature are forgotten or just twisted; animals can be slaughtered without
care or reason, so can humans who do not conform to one’s idiom, ism or
whatever and the worst one of all possibly; God is out there and mysteriously
has gone playing golf with Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, Mohammed and a few redeemed fallen
angels.
God
is playing golf with the above and all nearly get the ball in the hole. God
does his putt and a great Golden Eagle picks up his (her-androgynous-male----hey
what sex is God---confusing) ball and deposits it in the hole and God
wins---the others say Hey great One have you come to play golf or faf about
with miracles’.
In
a way we are never born; the lie we live is that we create fantasies by the
teaching we received which in many cases is at odds with the consciousness of
the luminous intelligence which is in one, if in meditation or quiet times this can
be experienced and in that luminosity, that grace all is one and one knows one
is that light, ‘It was Jesus who said ‘you are the light of the world do not
hide it under a bushel’ (Bushel an obsolete name for a bowl).
So
only our fantasies, our mind games die, the light luminous intelligence which
is the light we all share, one light, one humanity, one destiny is always
present, doesn't die or is never born.
The
process seems to be; caught in the programmes and agendas of the brain washing
ah la custom, culture and all, no questioning or thinking outside of this
prison or box, although the one in the trap may find it secure, the known and
safe to a degree. Then one may be exposed to a differing agenda this may cause
rebellion anger and uncertainty and cementing of the original ethos. Some may
venture to explore and even change their set programmes and a great upheaval
and uncertainty may ensue.
The
next step maybe is to find the newly adopted ‘way’ is great at first, the new
toy and gadgets that go with it. Then
some may settle for this and others realise it’s the same trap, the same
confinement and get into despair and either become depressed and get into
drowning the pain of uncertainty and mortality, mortality that says every form
is every fantasy that dies they are not permanent, yes they have the appearance and
feel of permanence but I can see even though I swapped them they are merely
mind games and there are trillions of these mainly based on a sort of repetitive
themes, mere modifications, variations on a theme, a cosmetic make over, a new
décor and paint job, the same car with hyped up glamorous trimmings and this will rust and decays as with my body and
I am still searching for eternity, the love from another, the security of power
and money or the despair of poverty and ill health.
Then
it may dawn on one, maybe that feeling in quiet times, and sometimes in
spontaneous moments especially in mindless moments when perhaps doing the
washing up and drying and a sort of peace a joy just wells up and it feels so
secure, good, loving and complete, compassionate and one feels absolutely
fearless and safe and loved like no other love.
One cannot demand it, it can be invited when in meditation when one relaxes,
lets go of the mind stuff, the incessant thoughts, that become louder as one
becomes more silent and suddenly or quietly like a gentle oozing and squeezing
pressure, the brain seems like a muscle and relaxes and one has been immersed
in this light and beauty.
It
seems as soon as one relaxes and lets go of the TV and computer, mobile / cell
and all else and does not fall asleep and the breathing gets deeper or more
shallow in some cases. In some cases one can go so deep the breathing is hardly
noticed and one can get the feeling one is going out of one’s head. The realisation is that this maybe who I am,
the light, the beauty I am the light encapsulated in a temporary form and when
that form comes to an end it is called death and in that death if one has known and has an amount of free uncluttered light and less mind stuff one realises the
forms die be they thoughts or flesh and I would surmise and suggest thoughts are
merely finer energy substances than flesh forms and flesh forms are finer
energy forms than rocks and soil, yet all serve their purpose in keeping the
flesh forms of nature be they in the air
sea or land alive, all imbibed with
light and are luminous beings in essence.
So
now this far off god is now the luminous light of life one experiences as
above, it is not arrogant because one has experienced it, it is not a momentous
tumultuous realisation and of course it is shocking and a great awakening, and
one may feel guilty at saying I am God, one is not saying this really and on
feeling this and realising it and its significance, one realises that this feeling could
permeate all humanity as it does in nature, as one life and awareness.
When
one realises this in way one is never born or never dies, the light is
everlasting life and the forms that issue forth are temporary and like a potter
creating pots. The pots may vary in
design and colour and use however the potter by analogy lives on and when the pots
crumble and are smashed or whatever the potter remains.
In
a way when we realise the full import of this we may see that meditation and
identifying with the light is who we are and the rest of the minimal mind stuff that
remains is useful to navigate this form world we find ourselves in and softly
leaving the mind forms of delusion, the clouds of emotional and colourful
seductive glamour go their way as clouds just do and their essence breaks up
into nothingness that is the illusion of reality.
With
this when the entire mind forms are not serving purpose one feels the light
beckons, it is here and there and everywhere, so softly and with loving
compassion one withdraws completely and leaves the flesh to recycle and one is
the light without form.
SHACK
Footnote
Adjusting this television is a bit of a faff.
2.
(typically in the phrase 'in a faff') a state of
confused or frantic activity; a flap.
She's in a total faff about
tonight's dinner party.
·
(frantic activity): flap
faff (third-person
singular simple present faffs, present participle faffing, simple past and past participle faffed)
She faffed about so much, she
never got to eat her breakfast.
I decided to stop faffing about
and get some work done.
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