28 August 2013

Chapter 34 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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How do you describe That
Which sheds all descriptions,
Surpasses all that can be known,
And is eternally without equal?

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Who follows anything but a mirage?

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In time, Maya has always been,
And will continue until its end.

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Suffer gladly your immortal dance,
For it is manifest in light only.

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It is your longing that manifests the silence.

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The subtlety of surrender is unceasing.

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How will you change hell
But through guerrilla sorties
Of those irregulars heaven-bent?

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Calling someone else strange
Implies you are or know what normal is.

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Self-restraint and gratification
Both meet the same end.
Slip back and forth
Or tack a moderate course,
All decisions any are free to explore.

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What amazing meat machines these bodies are,
To survive all the toxicity the world is becoming.

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Breaking windows, defacing property,
Shooting bullets or throwing bombs.
Chaotic anarchy, as tempting as it may be,
Only perpetuates misery and confusion
Wrought by dysfunctional thinking.

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You are that which knows no birth, born into time.

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What are you but an ever-churning,
Water-filled bundle of attachments?

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Until there is no other,
Until there is complete surrender,
How can you be the ever-present oneness?

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To live by the clock is to die in time's vine.

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All is not as it seems.

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Most who seek to lead
Probably should not be the ones
We are asked to choose.

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To say there has been only one christ
Is to misunderstand the way is open to all.

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It makes sense in a nonsensical way.

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No one can give you that which you seek.
It is an arduous discernment
For which you alone
Must find the capacity.

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The driving need some have to control others
Shows how little they really have to offer.

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What you need,
What you are ready for,
Happens in a most synchronistic way.

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The empty cup is quite full.

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Nothing forces you to remain as you are
But your own willful nature.

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Without the word and the concept it implies,
There can be neither beginning nor end.

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Going into Jerusalem was a strategic error.

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Insight is not something you can really argue about.

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What we generally call civilized is a pathetic joke.

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You reincarnate in every time-bound moment
That you re-identify with this sensory realm.

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To learn and unlearn
As quickly as the moment
Is an intuitive uninhibited flowing.
Kind of like a nuclear submarine within the depths.

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To say it is before, during or after
Implies time is even involved.

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The carnies, the clowns, the players, the gladiators
Have always found an appreciative audience
In those unable to discern and embrace
The mystery unfolding every moment,
Those seeking distraction from the stillness,
The essential source from which all things emanate.

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How many children must teach their parents
That weaning is a necessary aspect of parenting?

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In the flowering
Is the point and purpose
That no mortal player can deny.

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Prove this vision wrong if you are able.

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Only those ready will see who among them sees.

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Who has not been temporarily swayed, perhaps many times,
By the proselytizing fervor of one belief or another?
But of these words, can any be convinced
But they who are ready to see?

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Are you able to stare at a blank wall
With the same passion as you would
Your most ardent sought-after desire?

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How many project heaven to merely be
The ultimate foray into sensory gratification?

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Out there in the vast expanses of this universe
Do you think any other manifestations
Are as vain as the human race?
As inane as our storylines project them to be?

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The universe does not require our survival.
We must move past our egocentric foolishness
Without help from anyone but ourselves.

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Somewhere in time, every conceivable torture
Has been enacted by one human being on another.
Is life not torturous enough at times without adding more?

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Pride undermines your soul's return to its total nature.
Even the greatest angels are subject to such hellish fates.

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There is in reality only one pie,
But each of us cuts it up into countless pieces.
It will remain that way until you put it back together again.

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At a circus you putter away at the sideshows
Until you are ready for the main event.
And then you go back home.

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How many have accepted that others have it,
But that they cannot and never will?
Excuses, excuses, excuses.

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Proclaim it what you will, it is not.

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Even those most acclaimed for the discovery of their original nature
Are ultimately no greater than a gnat riding freely above a wave.

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All this thinking does so little.
Just breathe and bear  it.

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Within you is the seed of godness.
Do not tarry at watering your soul.

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Each inflow and outflow of breath
Proves your unity with the unmanifest.

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Only fools tarry in hell.

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Instead of me, myself and I,
Try thinking we, ourselves and us.

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Be simple when the monkey allows.

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The state may control the body,
But it can never reign the spirit.

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World order is pleasant political phrasing,
But requires enlightened leadership to carry out.

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To be chosen you must volunteer.

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Money is modern man's mammon,
The golden calf in greenback form.

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The mortal body is but a set of limitations
Which sickness, injury, old age and death make apparent.

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Partner up or form communities if it suits you.
Some are not ready or interested in godness alone.
There is no one way to explore your unmanifest nature.

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The part you vainly think is really you in this unfolding manifest play
Is an impromptu scripting you in large part choose to create.
Never forget that any story or tale ever spun
Can own an unpredicted ending.

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All the people, thoughts and things
About which you care and feel so much
Are the worms meat of eternity's unfolding.

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Techniques are not what bring about wisdom.

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Play out your part in whatever manner you see it.
It is your creation, your fabrication, your responsibility.
There are no rules but what you imagine them to be.

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Reality is the most simple thing.
It is the mind which creates such complexity.
Be simple and you regain the freedom of nowness.

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All those attachments, obligations, possessions and commitments
Are tethers of you own assent.

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Prejudice and genocide are simply the competition of genetic codes,
The false sense that one form is in reality superior to another.

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By their very nature, intent and synergistic capacity,
Governments and large organizations of any persuasion
Will never be truly concerned for the individual welfare.

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The reality is that everyone is the source of their own religion.
Most, however, imitate and repeat what others tell them.

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To merge into godness
Is to be the fruit of timelessness in time.

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Follow no prophets blindly, indiscriminately.
Quest intently, observe attentively, wait patiently
Until you see the trail is cast of your own light.

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There are none who are not endowed with the seed of godness,
But for the light to shine brightly, the host must seek the switch.

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In unity there is a sense of impersonal responsibility.

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Mythos is an agreement to a set of rules,
The foundation of which is largely set in vanity.

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Idealism only continues the web of thought-identity.
Real change must come from within, not without.

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Things, money, thought, anything considered valuable,
All are just different faces of the same material illusion.

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It is not space and time you travel through.
It is vivid imagination.

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Why give so much thought to the hereafter
When you cannot create more than a hell-now?

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Death is far closer to reality than you can imagine.

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Only in stillness is there the merger of subject and object..

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Living is an array of habits, many unconscious,
Many chosen and broken as your will dictates.

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Flesh is flesh, but is it you?

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You are an angel caught in manifest form,
And if you fall into Maya's time-bound broth,
It is the choice of separation born of free will.

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The pain of consciousness arises from attempting
To hold onto that which is ever-changing in time.

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Until detachment sheaths its brutal honesty,
Introspection can be a terrible swift sword.

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There is nothing not one with godness.
Even the most despicable demon
Is a cousin of the same origin.

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Birth is such a simple predictable process.
How many innovative ways we assign death.

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Who is really an expert on anything?

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As a student of life you are a student of every subject.
The only test is a final called oblivion.

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This world is a teeming birthing ground of physical manifestation.
You will be here until you are worthy of merger into the largest part.

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Some would say there are no shortcuts to owning isness.
Needs research.

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How can you not want to find out who you are?
This quest is not some idle pastime.
It consumes you.

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From unity springs duality,
They are eternally the same.

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If you only question within a loop,
You will only get loop answers.

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Your mythos will mold you into its meme if you allow it.

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The distractions are many, and most are so easily amused.

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The suffering is caused by limitation
Filled with unreconciled eternal longing.

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God has never been a concept.

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The only end of the societal mindset,
The ego play of the limited view,
Is confusion, havoc and death.

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To embrace your total nature
Is to know your true immortality.

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Without the sun, the earth would not be,
And without the earth, the sun would not shine.

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For consciousness to be raised,
Nothing must be done,
And nothing must be left undone.

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You are the awareness.
The awareness is not you.
You are everything.
Nothing is you.

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Do destroyers forever delude themselves
That they can evade their own demise?

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Of what good is a fruit tree that bears no fruit?


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