Chapter 38 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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Through you the nexus of consciousness
Has a brief opportunity to blossom
Into the manifest unity of heaven on earth,
But only if you are content to be, and allow it so.

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Those who see the potential
Cry for the unnecessary suffering
We weave upon ourselves.

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Many are called.
Few volunteer.

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Aloneness is the cooling fire
From which all is born.

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Those who see this become
Lawless, unprincipled renegades
Within this integrated manifest realm.

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This spinning sphere of water, land and air
Is of the infinite play of oneness from which
You have never even once been separated.

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One hole can never fill another.

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Your aloneness is a vast cavern
To which eternal exploration
Will never find an end.

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The ceaseless noise of the crowds is such an enticing distraction.
It is difficult to appreciate how truly alone you are.
Our fear of its ending makes us
So desperately cruel to one another.

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You are the infinite potential manifested in the finite actuality.

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Hope is the outcome of idealism unreconciled with reality.

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Seek wisdom and own nothing.

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Differentiate as much as you will,
There are really no differences.

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The existence whose seed the loins sow
Is in manifest reality a mortal death sentence
That most every parent dreads ever having to witness.

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When you see only oneness,
All the others disappear.

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All these thoughts
Will have the meaning
You project upon them.

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How vague and obtuse the insights of the masses
Into this mysterious dream we are each moment concocting.
Synergistically unable to see further than the most apparent shallows,
We inevitably snare ourselves in a hellish venture no world will sustain forever.

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As clearly as you may discern your god nature,
You must still in one way or another
Abide this manifest play steeped in ignorance.

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All destinies will one day face an inevitable merger,
A timeless reunion with oblivion, the one mind beyond mind.

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Every society, every subgroup,
Urges a conformity to a fictional ideal.
This normalcy deadens the minds
Of all but a rare few who will not submit
Even unto death.

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Every time-bound experience
Is encompassed by the same nowness.

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The journey into wisdom, into infinite insight, into wholeness,
Is a paradox of life and death,
And the awareness through which both pathlessly play.

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Maybe you are missing something here.
Maybe you are missing nothing.

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To say, “I am that I am” may seem mad,
But anything else surely is.

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From hell one can discern heaven.
From deduction and induction
All extrapolation is known,
And of what use it either?

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Caution.
Any given seer’s inner vision can be
Easily colored by the habitual personal nature
When desire raises Maya’s passionate ire.

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So many can say so much and say so little,
While others can say so little and say so much.

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Whatever you do the first thirty years of life,
You will pay for in its remainder.

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See that which you call the devil, evil,
And that which you call god, good,
And discern no true difference
But what you imagine.

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As long as you try to force it,
It will not happen.

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Inevitably, there will someday be one last human being
The last of a genetic line, alone in consciousness.
Where then will all our vain history be?

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There are fools,
And there are fools
Who know they are fools.

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What is rare often becomes valuable.
Differentiation creates many paths to journey hell.

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When imagination is seen as reality,
Illusion reigns.

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If you mess with Mother Nature,
She will mess you back big-time.

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Learn not to fear you own mind.

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What does another think of you?
What do you think of yourself the answer.

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What else would you be
If we were not societal creatures
Whose collusion has inevitably tacked us
Down the path we now journey?

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To put the question, “Why?”
Demands an answer
To which there is no solution.

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Most of humanity has been very clever,
But have yet to truly prove as a species
The true intelligence their source belies.

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All are worthy
If they would just give themselves
Half a chance.

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Some of these words have been written
Before what is said was completely comprehended.
The scribe is a visionary spring, just one of many,
Through which eternity is made apparent.

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With your eyes closed or open,
Travel to the edge of you skull.
You will never arrive.

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I amness
Is the stage upon which all creation dances.

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You will not reach this level of madness
But through resolved, fearless intuition.

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The witness within abides
Where consciousness is not.

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Become consciously full of your Self.

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Romes always fall of the fat grown of success.

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The habitual reactions of consciousness
Are the hell of duality, the illusion of the devil Maya.

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Death is the key to freedom,
But the death is meant
Is a conscious one.

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Buddhas are born again unmade.

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Are you any different than a video camera
Recording a continuous scene with the addition
Of sound, taste, hearing and touch
And a good amount of inner narration?

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Survivors are always more adept at adapting to change.
Rigidity is death.

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How can you save the world
If you cannot save yourself,
And your Self needs no saving.

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Want so much
That you see its eternal futility.

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What pain or pleasure, evil or good, wrong or right,
Can ever truly touch you?

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Who will be a tool of godness
If not you?

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For the individual mind to explore beyond itself
Into the indivisible nature is conscious suicide into eternal life.

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You have an individual opportunity
To discern your indivisible nature.

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What is the body but a temporal opportunity
For you to be conscious of your eternal nature.

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What need for god when you are you Self?

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If you seek comfort,
Go ahead and continue deluding yourself.

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The challenge is to own at the origin of all thinking,
You are the source of its creation, be it hell, be it heaven.

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Gravity inevitably draws all home.

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When you own this,
Neither god nor devil has any further say.

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The painful dings of fate
Are the eternal blacksmith
Shaping you for eternity.

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To be satisfied solely with that which is manifest
Is to miss the opportunity to embrace
That which is eternal.

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The essential state is a clear slate.
Erase all that is not.

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Even the day you die is a good day.

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Oblivion is the destiny of all.

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First you must love your natural state.
Then you will find it quite simple
To love everything.

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A piece of ripe fruit is always a delicacy.
But would it be as desirable green or rotten?
Every seed flowers and must someday fade.

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You are the awareness which resides in all things.
Find the serenity at the root of your being.

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How can you kill that which was never born?

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Waste little time offering drink to those lacking discernment.
These words are for those whose thirst for their birthright
Will only be quenched by total abandonment to Self.

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To be free you need not believe anything.
No thought, no concept contains the answer.

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To trust any authority, any expert, without question,
Is highly questionable.

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It is most challenging
Not to believe what the senses tell you.
Liberation is not easily won.

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It is much less difficult to be detached
When life goes smoothly and according to plan
Than in dark times of sickness, injury, aging and death.
But diligent practice in the former help make it easier in the latter.

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Those who discern their original state are blessed.

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Does a piece of clay care what shape it is given?

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How silly you are to believe any of this ultimately real,
Ultimately anything more than a very temporary dream.

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How well you play yourself.
Almost as if you believe the part real.

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All phenomena are temporal illusions.
Continuity is a cruel hoax
Fostered by those ignorant of their ignorance.

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Death is the excellent equalizer.

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It is a knowing without conclusion.

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Craving and fear creates the you who suffers.

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Freedom in consciousness can only begin
Through the discovery of awareness prior to thought.

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One flower cannot help another blossom.

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Water shines mightily through the clear cup.

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No matter how likely the speculation,
You can never be sure it is not your own projection.

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Your origin is prior to creation and life's beginning.

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It is not you as identity who accomplishes anything.

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You must free yourself from the oppression
You have created and continued to allow within.
It is not out there in the this and that
Because of they and them

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The lesson of absoluteness
Is born of many teachers and teachings.
All are blessed for their divine role.

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This is a new testament
That the journey is, indeed, divine
No matter how much sludge mucks up the boots.

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Do not be confused by duality's play.
Do not identify your body as your ultimate nature.
You are and have ever been oneness only.

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Your continual seeking of this experience or that
Is the mind-identity's ceaseless desire to be
Intertwined with its terror of ending.

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All your emotional angst is imagined.
You concoct illusion and then believe it real.

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The five senses
Are the readers of the dream,
The mind the keeper.

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The quest for freedom is a journey into aloneness.

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Fear and desire are not possible in momentary living.
They are solely the result of the mind's creation of space-time,
Its attachment to the cause and effect of its manufactured continuity.


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