30 October 2009

Chapter 187 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CLXXXVII

One thing you cannot protect another from is their fate.

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Excess extract many prices.

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Fake brick does not for historic monuments make.

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Me likes me steak bloody rare,
And me religion bloody unorganized.

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Ironic that strength
Is so often sustained
By so much weakness.

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What is the dust
But the speck
Within your mind?

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No mortal school of thought
Can offer more than illusory degrees.
There is no diploma in the quest for That I Am.
When all doubt is gone, when grace alone sustains you.
You will have all that is necessary.

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How enamored we are
With bodies many functions,
Blind to the source of their illusion.

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Jesus died 2000 years ago.
He is not coming back,
And even if he did,
He would be killed again.

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Why do religions create so much fear of the origin?

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Soliloquies of no-mind
Wander through the maze,
To what end only time will tell.
How many minds will be touched,
This mystic cannot know, for in this eye,
Reality has scattered all points of reference.
There is naught but one solitary way,
Untouched by any ray of light
Or shadow of darkness.

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How hollow-sounding even a stadium full of applause can be.

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You are, after all, only a temporary reservoir
For water, air and sundry other elemental combinations
In an infinitely indivisible, holographic co-mingling.

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It is the form which is godness,
It is the essence.

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God is a placebo for those lacking
The courage to stand alone.

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Practice letting go of everything till everything’s gone.

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Consciousness is the delusion.

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The invention of god is a duality that cannot be.

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Life is a process of gradual disintegration.

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Whatever it is, you must also be.

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You can opt for security and die bored,
Or adventure and live forever.

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Unfashionably punctual.

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Who listens to the ones who are silent?
Who sees past words into the imperishable depths?
Most are transfixed by those who babble much and say nothing.

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The universe is just one big little dust ball.

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All of these words, and not a bit closer to it than a newborn.

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Sometimes others get really angry at you
Because they cannot comprehend
What you are really saying.

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How simple the mystery is; how complex the mind.
The latter must submit to that which is prior
Or there can be no reconciliation.

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There is nowhere to lead you but home,
Nowhere to point to but within.

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Why are so many called, yet so few chosen?

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“There must be more to life than this.”
The epiphany of all souls who wander.

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Pain and pleasure are both attributes of the body-mind container.
They cannot touch that which is sacred beyond all measure.

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These words are a gift
To those who are attuning
To that which is the only one,
That which is prior to all sanctions,
That which is beyond all assessment,
That which removes all divisions,
And makes all parts whole.

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Come into this mind
And it will annihilate you.
Be grateful for the opportunity.

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You need not be a harbor of passion.
The choice to suffer is not required.

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Some must wander through the maze of hell
To merge into that which knows naught but bliss.

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What a mystery this all is.
How challenging to wash away
All the vanities and passions
Which cloud the vision
Of its true beauty.

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What is it about some bodies that attract you so,
And others that make you gag at the thought.

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If heaven is a corporate hierarchy, then be a doorman.

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There is really no boundary between you
And the edges of space and time
Devised by the imagination
Within your mind.

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Few are prepared to hear what these words truly inspire.

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You will be right with god
When you are right with yourself.

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Society has corrupted you with the guilt and shame
Which make you susceptible to its imprisoning rule.

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No matter what you do,
It is over before you know it.

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Who is not the source?

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Any given personality
Is merely a windswept reaction
To the loss of innocence.

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The rug is likely going to be pulled
On the drama sooner or later.
When is the only question.

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Play your Self
Without a hint of doubt,
Without even a trace of hesitation.

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If you love your children, don’t bring them here.

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Every garden needs a pruning,
And ours is long overdue.

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Behavior operates within the limits
Set by natural law and individual perception.
Societal norms are no more than statistical collusions.
Madmen and sages wander freely through that
Which they know is only imagined.

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Why keep spinning the lies?

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Another bother to add to the repertoire of pain.

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The clock goes round and round,
And we call it time.

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How prone to delusion the passionate mind.

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Real doubt waylaid only by truth.

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Ironic how insistence on personal freedom so often denies it for others.

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Most revolutionaries revolt only to solidify their own position.
Their interest in “the people” is merely pragmatic artifice.

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Society does not easily tolerate the mind
That discerns the deception at its core.

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The inner eye awakens as a flower flowers.
Not a moment before, nor a moment after.

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So many seeking verification
Of that which they already are.

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Dwell on the infinite nature,
And it will become as apparent
As apparent can ever be.

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To be content with your lot,
To expect nothing and accept all,
That is the road to salvation.

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Most use their minds to achieve narcissistic purpose,
Rarely comprehending the underlying nature
Which concocts all possibilities.

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Only through doubting introspection
Can you discern that which you truly are.

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Are you the thoughts about yourself,
Or the thought itself?

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How absorbed we are in these bodies
And all the cravings they sustain.

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When you finally stare into the eyes of godness,
They will be born of your own.

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Objectivity is ever tainted
By the mind of the observer.

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The manifest is by its very nature
A limited function of time and space.
Mere specks in the infinite sea
Of unmanifest reality.

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What you name is your own projection,
But who is the projectionist?

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How long is long?
How short is short?
How real is real?

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The eye of insight is that which sees the unseen.

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To muster the greatest courage,
Discern the source of fear itself.

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Continuity, the greatest illusion.

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Diamonds are nothing
Compared to the jeweled facets
You are capable of discerning.

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Why do you deny your Self?
All your arguments for and against
Delineate your limitations.

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The true frontier is within.

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Joy awaits you in oblivion.

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You inherit the kingdom
When you have the courage and wisdom
To rule it.

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The sugar is tasteless,
Your it is the sweetest thing
You can ever know.

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You are the nothingness that knows.

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Like the candle, you are sacrifice to the light.

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When identity ends, what remains
Except that which you ever are.
Ever have been, ever will be.

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From nothing, everything.

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Meaning and purpose?
This is it.

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You will play out your existence
In the clarity your awareness allows.

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Have no thought of what the world thinks of you
As much as what your awareness brings to it.

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Your intuition takes you there.

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What a complex game each must learn to play
In order to survive this world’s often harsh reality.

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Never be so attached to anything that you fear its loss.

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How can what is so obvious be denied?

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How can nothingness ever be touched?

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You trying to figure out you
Is impossible through any play of words.
You are the stillness prior to all symbolic attributes.

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The challenge before the human drama
Is to fashion all the divisive free will
Into a unified vision of diversity.

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Not likely, but what the hey.

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The more hats you were,
The more easily they come off.

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The innocence of the sage
Is simply the knowing not knowing.

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There is an infinity of possibilities
To be played out as we will.
What is our will is the only question?

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Peace is a rare dream.

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Trust a thief to know
How constant
Truth is.

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You really do not know more than shit.

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Without the many actors,
There would be nothing to direct.

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Discipline is best in moderation.

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Who cares who you were in some previous lifetime?
You were probably just as self-absorbed
As you are in this one.

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What is there to be vain about this body
Once you see it as function rather than form.

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A sense of godness
Tends to make one responsible
For each and every part.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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