25 August 2013

Chapter 106 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CVI

Are you hearing anything you don’t already know?

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Just another predictable, repetitive plot.

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Once you truly discern the witness within,
You are home: free, clear and sovereign.

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The hardest thing about letting go
Is realizing all you have to do is let go.

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Self-consciousness is a genetic,
Socialized predisposition of every human being.
What does it take to revolt, to withstand, to usurp, to annihilate,
The conditioned, fabricated, brainwashed mindset
Of the you that is not really you.

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What point to any drama?

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After you’ve been around the block a few times,
You get to know any neighborhood pretty well.

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By whose standard can you be judged?

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Poor god.
Used by everybody for personal gain.

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The course of the human drama
Is founded upon so much discontent.

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The answer to everything exists within.

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There’s no place to go, no deeds to do.
Be baffled and drowsy and ready to sleep.

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It is really all okay.
Relax, try to go easy on yourself.
Downsize some of the all but impossible expectations:
That sense of responsibility, that vain martyrdom,
All that self-absorbed, rather poetic imagery.
Appreciate the real you prior to all forms.
All that vain suffering is for naught.
Be happily content and perhaps
Even learn to love thy Self
In the deepest sense.
Drift back home.

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Odds are what you like is what you’re used to.

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Cast out all want and concern.
Things will be as they will be.

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Aren’t you surprised it hasn’t already happened?

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All the names and definitions
Won’t count for much someday.

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God is just another abstraction

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Individuality in the group.

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Yummy yum-yum-yum.
What torture must you endure this day?

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Why be limited by any context?

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We are all accomplices to the crime.

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Every culture reeks of one religious mindset or another.

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It was inevitable that godness
Would eventually cast its Self into you.
Any limitation has only its own bounds to keep.

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At a time when this world needs real leaders as never before,
There are so few capable of stepping into the paradigm required.

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Paths to glory follow many trails.

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The human drama boils down to belief.

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No use arguing with the inmates of an insane asylum.

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Is the pattern random, or the random a pattern?

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The drive for acceptance is a powerful attachment.

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It is not just the body that should remain flexible.

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Pierce the veil of ignorance,
Of loneliness, pain and sorrow.

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The ultimate is nothing and everything.
Try as hard as you might, struggle every way imaginable,
The infinity will never be more or less that that.
Get over it.  Deal with it.  Move on.

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They still only want carnival tricks.

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Your wanting it to become so much more
Will never make it more than what it ever is already,
An overdose of concoction, speculation and wishful thinking.

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What contentment can mortal fare know
But that one day all this dramatic rigmarole
Will finally cede as all destinies must.

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Enjoy your vanity while ye may

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We are all the children of crones and geezers.

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So many non-issues raised again and again.

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Observe where you are,
Not where you want to be.

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No mercy, Mama.

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So often we behave more stupidly
Than any other creature on this planet.
It is a wonder we have survived.

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So many things words concoct.
We reside at whim of our passionate interactions
And the wheel of time rolls on and on.

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What can one ever say
That the deaf can ever hear,
Or show, that the blind can see?

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Evil comes to those who believe it.
Good knocks at the door of those who need it not.
The sage yawns and wanders aimless.

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It seemed to make sense at the time.

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Mortal fare is mortal fare is mortal fare is …

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A mind grounded in mystery
Is alone in a intriguing fashion
The other will never comprehend.

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How amazing that words of wisdom
Can be so thoroughly twisted
By the many agendas of ignorance.

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How challenging to realize fully
All judgments meaningless,
All  measurements useless,
All differences contrived,
All values fabricated.
All frames of reference relative
You are all and all is one.

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How useless to argue with a mule.

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Hard to give up the comfort
Of habits born of time.

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It’s the quality of your experiencing, not the quantity,
Which make life worth living.

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Let the devil have it!
Malice consumes itself.

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Just because a pacifier makes a child comfortable
Doesn’t make it truth.

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What is god-like, anyway?

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Attachment to ideas, endless and often overwhelming,
Has become the bane of our future existence.

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Take Mother Nature down to her knees, and she,
With merest shrug, will consume you
From toes to spiteful nose.

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How can a mystic be bound by the rules of mere mortals?

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Let those who crave attention find their limelight.

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It’s an analogy, you ninny.

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Can anyone really care about you as more than an idea
If they do not discern that grounded reality within themselves?
And even then would it be but through a detachment beyond words?

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No use battling your fate?

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Does one break a habit or release it?

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No one likes being oppressed,
Yet we continue in the same vein
Of pecking orders and hierarchies
In every realm this world sustains.

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Hide you best stuff where it can be easily stolen.

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The end of time
Is merely the end of consciousness
As we know it.

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Do you really believe you would be
Any more content somewhere else?

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Is there any novelty
That does not inevitably,
Often quite quickly, become passé?

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If you think it, is it?

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That last breath, a tad scary no doubt.

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Another dreamy day.

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From the countless menu of laws available,
You pick which you will render your own.

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Hope is imagination’s concoction,
And could be considered maya’s foreplay.

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Are you too full of yourself to listen to anything else?

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How desperately the mind tries
To hold on to its time-bound creations.

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There’s a time to receive knowledge,
And a time to dispense with knowledge.

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Is there any time that is not relative to another?
What you consider of short duration
Is an infinity to a gnat.

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What is this forever so many claim?

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You behave so often as if you have any real say in anything.

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To care or not to care, that is the question.

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What a ruthless madhouse of a carnival.

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How much time do you spend worrying?
At what level of anxiety do you operate?
Why is it so challenging to be fearless?

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Honesty within is the best policy.
Be true to thy Self.

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Aloneness can be the source
Of wretched despair or unending joy.
Paradox frolics impartially the hands of time.

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What a shame.

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Getting past the genetic screen is a great challenge.

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Who knows who is?
Who knows who is.

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Some people are just never satisfied.

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So many imbalanced, sorrow-filled, walking wounded.

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Death plays no favorites.

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A place in history offers great delusion.

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No point blaming your parents,
Your village, or your nation-state
For doing the best they know to do,
No matter how wretched the outcome.
The trick is to overcome all obstacles
And become master of your realm.
It cannot be left for others to do.

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Ignorance compounds its foolishness every moment.

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How self-absorbed you are
To believe someone should love only you.

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Many are called.
Few are inclined.

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Sometimes the greatest demons become the greatest saints.

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Silly drama.

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The past, being the indicator that it is,
Holds little hope that we will transcend ourselves.
Frankenstein’s monster ain’t got nothing on what we’ve created.

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Of nearly six billion human beings,
How many are even remotely free of ignorance?
How many truly see the oneness that bonds all into one?

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Whole worlds heading for a crash course in reality.

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Event the om is silent.

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Most are real into pleasing their imagination.

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Humility is just feeling very ordinary.

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The you that’s you is the same you that’s me.
The me that’s me is the same me that’s you.
The cloak of form disguises us all equally well.

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How can so many be blind
To their kinship with a grain of sand,
A drop of water, a flicker of fire, or a breath of air?

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Heard it all before.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

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To live in fear of death
And all the suffering living demands
Is to miss the opportunity it offers.

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Peace be with you, Pilgrim.

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Who cares, really, when anyone was born
When all numbers are arbitrary from the get-go.

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If the community interferes with youth,
There will be rebellion and disrespect.
If they ignore them, there will be chaos.
If they shepherd them gently, respectfully
There will be the continuation of order.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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