CXLIV
Understand
clearly that this work wrote itself,
That
these thoughts are merely echoes
Of
the stream of consciousness
Within
one mystic’s mind,
That
any significance
Is
left to the given reader.
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The
journey cannot begin
Until
you begin to doubt.
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Not
even worth the dignity of an answer.
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Cast your Self alone.
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What horrors some parents
Do
wreak upon their children.
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Another shipwrecked life.
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S/he
had to be someone’s
Son,
brother, father or grandfather,
Or
daughter, sister, mother or grandmother.
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If
that’s love, wouldn’t you rather
Have
your guts ripped out
And
stomped on?
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The
clarity in which your god nature reflects
Is
correlated with the degree desire
Shapes
your illusory dream.
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Those
without discernment idolize time’s many forms.
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Free
will has taken humanity to this brink.
Where
will it end, only time’s dream knows.
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Gold
weaves into many forms,
But
the forms are never gold.
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Ignore the senses, still the thoughts,
Become
the eternal infinity.
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To
become that
Which
you are herein ordained,
You
must be you Self.
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The
countless carnivals
Are
merely distractions which
Temporarily
suspend the suffering.
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As
long as godness is held
Outside
your heart and mind,
The
dream of hell will continue.
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All
fields are the only one.
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What is that deep desire for approval come from?
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Hell
is created by self-absorbed action,
Heaven
by selfless action.
Very
simple.
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Does
anyone really plan their dream?
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Doubt
takes you on one incredible journey.
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The
mind is completely fashioned
By
a priori assumptions.
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Only
in dreamtime does the continuity
Of
one moment hinge upon another.
All
cause and effect are imagined.
To
clearly see the origin of time
Is
to be free of its conscious grip.
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That
which is godness, that which is unity,
Is
not bound by the dreams born of time.
The
eternal grace is one without second.
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How
ridiculous our wiser ancestors
Would
probably think us.
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The mind known in time
Can
never know eternity.
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Has
any myth ever been real?
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Just
another phase.
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Consciousness
is consciousness,
Neither
greater nor lesser,
Higher
nor lower,
Good
nor evil,
Profound
nor base.
The
frolic of the waves;
An
ocean mystifying the shore
With
its capricious noise.
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Opinion
can change as quickly
As
a pen is set to paper.
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History
does not really exist.
It
is nothing more than imagination.
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Ownership
is filled with obligation.
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Can
the choir ever see itself clearly?
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One
vote counts, but not for much.
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It’s
a heck of a lot of bother
Being
made responsible
For
someone else’s happiness.
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Who
are you, really?
Just
another imaginary creature
Destined
to evaporate into oblivion
Like
every other drop born of illusion.
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The
power of surrender is eternal.
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Go
left, go right, go forward, or stop.
There’s
always an adventure to be had.
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Impatience
with this world changes nothing.
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Godness
is indifference to fate.
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Don’t
be trapped in your mind.
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What
is this love so many claim it to be?
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No
matter the level
Of
acknowledgement you may give it,
You
are forever connected.
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Only
scientists question the obvious.
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Is
one time enough,
Or
must you do or have it
Forever
and again?
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We’ve
all got an ending.
Death
is the corollary of life.
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Don’t
walk on eggshells.
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You
have seen the future,
And
it is alone.
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Stay
where gravity loves you best.
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Turn
all your longing inward.
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Through
the illusion of future past,
You
wander alone together with the many.
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That’s
life.
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Nothing
born of time
Can
ever be any more perfect
Than
it already is.
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Hate
is a never-ending story.
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Worth
at least one or two more glances.
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Even
a so-called supreme being
Probably
can’t quite grasp infinity.
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Waiting,
waiting, always waiting.
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Beauty
is no match for time.
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So
many seeking a way to become immortal,
Few
ever discerning they already are,
But
not in form or thought.
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You
are that which imagines all forms born of time.
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The
human species as we know it, if it survives itself,
Will
continue to transform in many ways
Into
what only time will tell.
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Nothing
exists but for your eternal awareness as witness.
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Within
each mind’s dream is a Pandora’s Box of passion,
The
opening of which invents adventures only time knows.
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Consciousness
is the common denominator of all dreams.
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The
eyes of age
Discern
the sovereignty
Of
the absoluteness prior to all veils.
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You
are just another thread in the veil.
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Fear
is born of the mind
Seeking
the continuity of its desire.
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You
had your time.
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You
are the point and purpose.
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No
illusion will ever fill
That
for which you truly hunger.
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Wanting
more than the dream offers
Only
magnifies the suffering.
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That
point of genesis which so many ascribe to god
Is
the nowness from which consciousness originates
In
each and every particle of manifest time and space.
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If
you really want to protect your children
From
the suffering of existence,
Don’t
have them.
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A
monopoly game always reaches the same conclusion.
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Our
genetic pre-disposition is toward socialization.
We
are group animals and loneliness strikes terror into many.
The
fact that each is truly alone is not easily faced.
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Ease
into the aloneness that is real.
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The
freedom comes when you stop pretending within,
When
the image-maker switch is turned off.
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Discerning
the truth of godness
Is
not about power, fame, or wealth.
Those
are the false gold of limited scope.
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The
shields of personality are imagined scars,
Only
as real as thought can make them.
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Minds
wander far from where self dwells unborn.
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The
religions in word miss the truth free of definition.
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At
the root of all imagination is the original nature,
The
creator of this infinitely mysterious dream
That
you and all other forms truly are.
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Measurement
is founded upon memory
And
the illusion the senses weave
From
the ever-changing dynamic of space-time.
The
mind free of time discerns the immeasurable, timeless reality,
The
oneness in which observer and observed are not.
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It
is very common for those who see beyond the veil
To
get tangled up in it in the process of awakening.
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Humanity’s
population enigma is like a can of soda
Shook
up and sitting on concrete on a very, very hot day.
Things
will get a little messy when the pop-top comes undone.
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We
gossip endlessly about others
And
get upset when they whisper about us.
Images
only, all dreams, none real, none lasting
Attachment,
the source of so much suffering.
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Whatever
that means.
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What
dialogue, what investigation can there be
If
any of the participants hides behind a storybook.
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Humanity
fears death
Because
it has the capacity to imagine it.
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You
can only hear and see
What
you are ready to project.
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If
there is an order to it,
Then
death is always last.
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How
many times has space-time been?
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There
really is only one way.
The
limited mind may arrogantly fabricate
Every
sort of boundary and give it every sort of name,
But
that is only a dreamy, kaleidoscoping bubble
Which
death, with unfailing surety, pricks.
Dispassionate,
tranquil, supreme.
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Death,
The
great custodian.
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You
really have no choice,
But
to play out your dreamtime destiny.
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Would
time exist without you
To
count, measure, and calculate
The
passing illusion?
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All
your memories cannot save you.
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It
can’t happen without you.
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It
is the slowness of the senses
Which
lead us into subscribing to time.
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Underlying
form is the truth.
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Some
things just can’t be recaptured.
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When
is a foot not a foot, nor a hand a hand?
Now.
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Unfiltered
awareness makes dreams of all.
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Words
are pretty useless in all this.
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What
an effort it takes to pretend so much.
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If
you didn’t know anything,
Where
would you be?
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What
time giveth, time taketh away.
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If
you really want to find out about somebody,
Give
them a little power, fame or fortune.
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Most
people never deeply doubt
Most
of what they have been told.
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When
it comes to playing the internet,
Be
wary where your finger transports you.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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