28 August 2013

Chapter 44 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


XLIV

Desire is merely vivid imagination
Born of the limitations of manifest time.
Without the endless desires we have exhibited,
It would not, could not, have ever happened this way.

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Even the devil occasionally needs a friend.
It offers a reflection that may someday
Help create a true human being.

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When you drink the wine of eternity,
You toast all, not merely me, myself and I.

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It is sensory imagination
Which leads to all ends.

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Trusting your own law
Will bring right action.

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Journey prior to all concepts.
Leave none unturned.

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Sit quietly, dying to each moment,
Giving yourself to the stillness
Of the eternal well within.

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Drugs are a tool
To a chemical outcome.
The trick in the day to day mundane
Is to not get addicted to the pleasure or pain.

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You will know your true family quickly.
Those caught in illusion do not play god well.
The eternal is too enigmatic to those caught in time.

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Humanity is so locked in its fear and greed,
The monkey hand is so clenched within the coconut,
That the machete is becoming an inevitable fate.

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If you discern the intent of these words
Your beacon will become very bright
To those others who seek truth.

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To discern godness,
Acknowledge your true voice.

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To want nothing for yourself
Is the ticket to the highest road.

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Unburden your Self.

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Serve another first
And you will understand
The nature of heaven.

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To want nothing for yourself
Is the ticket to highest road.

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Analogies, parables and stories,
Stimulating and intellectually entertaining,
Are worth dying to, but not for.

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Despite the unfocused longing of many,
Few are born to discern their absolute nature.
Most are entranced by the veiled cloakings of the maze,
Fathoming only selected masks, never discerning
The underlying formlessness inherent in all.

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How hypnotized you are by your physical costume.
You are so easily fooled into believing almost anything.
Refusing to accept that you are anything but godness manifest
Is a most arduous task, but, truly, nothing less is possible.

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How can you know heaven
If you cannot walk in hell?

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Why not make the world more tolerable?
You will be home soon enough anyway.

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You are an opportunity.

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Your light is one beacon among many
In this world devised by consciousness.

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How can you ever not be homeless again?

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Here and not here you are.

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Contentment can only happen
Where the tire hits the road.

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One person’s heaven is another’s hell.
One’s truth often becomes another’s dogma.
Discern your own lawful sovereignty.

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You are so lost in imagery
That you cannot see your Self.

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Weaving throughout all chaos is complete peace.

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It is always with you, in you, of you.

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The forests are revenging themselves
With the curse paper has wrought.

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To change the face of the world,
You must see the change in your own.

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If you give to get,
You have not given.

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Why is it you can never see your own face?

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The only way to follow any espousing truth
Is by diving into your own eternal birthright.

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Who wins, who loses,
Who does anything
But witness the play?

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Become your ideal,
And as that changes,
Change with it.

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Thought, consciousness, is the only burden.
Find the emptiness of the bowl nature.

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To seek this merely for personal pleasure
Is to miss what the understanding means.

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Respect your elders,
But do not be burdened
By their many vanities.

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How are you ever really
Going to prove or disprove anything?

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Sometimes great confusion
Needs complete chaotic anarchy
To regain a sociable order.

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The men of science who deny its intuitive origin
Only delude themselves and the ignorant
Who subscribe without discernment.

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Who dies for anyone?

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Is it you who cares, fears, angers, desires?
Or the chemistry an attachment to it?

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The layers of identification
Peel off like an onion
Until you are nothing
But the air you breathe.

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Forgive your Self.
No one else can.

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Humanity is the tarnished fruit of Eden.

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Add or subtract a whisper of chemistry to your own,
And consciousness shows you the relativity of its nature.

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All your burdens are from the other within.

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Most will savor the play
Until it hurts more than it is worth.

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Feel the body’s resistance.
That is your attachment.

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Your enemies have a problem,
But you may have an even greater one.
Perhaps even a serious case of splinters and timber.

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It is difficult to play in manifest consciousness
And not suffer the angst of its separative nature.

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The mind’s desire to survive,
To be immortal as identity,
Is the burden of its own creation.

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Nothing is given that is not also taken.

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Creation cannot be without destruction.

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Affection for the form
Does not require attachment.

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You will reincarnate
Until you die for the last time
With the surrender to your total nature.

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Are you able to disregard all masks?

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Political correctness is the babble of ignorance.

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Your capacity for love
Is a function of the disposition
At any given point in time.

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Scientists and those they so easily sway
Must learn that science is not absolute.

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Transcend all exteriors.

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You die as often as every mask
You believe real.

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Extrapolate all paths.
None are truly different
From the one you tread.

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These words are for those gone mad,
Or are ready to.

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All our fun is going to take humanity
Back to cockroach mode.

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How many kill and die
For the many forms of mammon?

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We are so enthralled
With the creations of the mind
That we can no longer see the garden
From which it has all come.

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How resistant you are to loving your Self
Is the mark of either heaven or hell.

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Cultivate the confidence to discern
The real faith beyond all doubt.

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Where are you in there?

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One so-called expert says one thing,
Another something entirely to the contrary?
Do you believe one, both or neither?

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Consciousness erupts from nowhere
Like schools of dancing playful dolphins
Only to merge back into the ancient depths
Of the watery desert they consider home.

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Real freedom is not without responsibility.

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The mind is the field
Through which imagination dances.

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The scribe was a stubborn arrogant fool
Who tenaciously accepted less and less
Until all that was left was a Cheshire grin.

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Draw godness into your conceptual fabric.

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The play of consciousness abounds within.

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To think you are religious
Merely by joining and identifying
With one group or another
Is absurd.

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You were told there was a god
And you have accepted or rejected that,
But if you had not been told anything
What would you be seeing?

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Rip off your face, rip off god’s face.
What is left is the same essence.

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You cannot serve two masters well.
Between you and godness
The choice gradually becomes obvious.

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The marriage into godness
Is absolutely final.

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Revere any concept you wish,
All are subject to an equal irreverence.

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Suffering is the resistance of consciousness
To its temporal nature.

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Few have the insight
To ask where god came from
Much less the courage to journey
Into the eternal answer.

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Fear is fear,
Anger is anger,
Desire is desire,
All the same chemistry
Playing out the sparks
Created by the mind.

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The mind caught in thought
Creates an infinity of burdens.

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Only the world weary fully discern
What there is left to do.

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All your judgments of the other
Play torturous havoc within you.
The others you judge are your Self
In yet another incomprehensible form.

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You will never get back to Kansas
Arguing your speculations about Oz.

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The infinity within the most minute atomic structure
Is the sovereign creator of this mysterious light show.
From this momentary oneness erupts manifest duality
To which only a rare few awaken to their ultimate nature.
They are the eternal witness in temporal personal form.

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Within each and every particle
Is the stillness prior to all form,
All subject and object, all duality.
Merging into that is the liberation
Of all knowledge, all identification,
All conditioning and illusory patterns.
It is the freedom beyond all assertions,
The dwelling of the sovereign witness.

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Where can any separation exist
But in the hollows of your mind?

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Any given life is just a record, a pattern, a habit.

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Heaven is the merger within.
It is the end of duality in consciousness.
It is the eternal stillness prior to all time and space
It is the blissful sweetness of the unmanifest.

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The way is wayless,
The path is pathless,
Time is timeless,
Clay is clayless,
Form is formless.


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