28 August 2013

Chapter 46 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


XLVI

If time does not exist, then you do not exist.
Which means death and life are truly the same.

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The compassion of eternity is within you.

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Sink to whatever depths you as personality will,
You are ever oneness and your plight imagined.

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Aloneness in the highest sense
Is completely whole, eternally serene.

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Everything is born of the patterning
As thread and color are to a tapestry.

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In the midst of your day-to-day mundane,
From the joyful, carefree moments
To the vexing, despairing, lonely ones,
Can you learn to stop, look closely  and realize
It is just  your imagination playing tricks on you again?

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Do not believe your past or any other.

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You do follow your own drum
Whether you realize it or not.

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You are sovereign issue of the realm beyond knowing,
The capital upon which manifest creation is founded.

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Does normal even exist?
Would a grain of sand be called normal?
What about a galactic star system?

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There are an infinity of purposes
Imagined in the tentative course of time.
Many will insist the purpose of life is this or that,
And some will drift around checking out one or the other.
Some will despair because they cannot discern one right and true.
And a few will probably become quite content to find there need not be one.

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The intent of these many words
Is to aid in encouraging a manifest harmony
Which humanity has as yet never come close to knowing.

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Those blindly driven to gather so much have not discerned
The excessive accumulation of power, fortune and fame
Is not the sugary elixir which makes for eternal joy.

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Life’s picture show is not reality.
Buy a ticket, some popcorn and candy,
Take a trip or three to the restroom,
And settle down for a tour of light
Across the screen of your mind.

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That you suffer is your own choosing.
Even in the hardest times it is imagined
By the mind born into the illusion of time.

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What do you really have to feel guilty for?

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Whatever realms you may imagine
Created by god in heaven or the devil in hell,
They are really no different than your own.

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Look beyond your insignificance.

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Learn to laugh at your seriousness.
After all, it is just an illusion.

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Slip into another’s skin and you will know
Why they lead the life they choicelessly choose.

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Changing humanity’s paradigm is not an easy task.
It requires an awakening far beyond the scale
This manifest world has as yet witnessed.
Harmony is possible, but only if all see.

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Within, perceive the passing moment,
Until you discern you are its creator.

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Humanity’s choices are quickly diminishing.

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How absorbed we are by the countless exteriors
With so little comprehension of the universal interior.

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As long as you fear your sovereignty
You will be victimized by your illusion.

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Pleasure has a painful shadow.

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Enough said.
Do it.

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The thing you most detest is really you.

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Why be concerned what destiny will have to say?
Even words written in stone become sand on the shoreline.

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The only thing you belong to is your Self.

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The doubts are without reconciliation until you do.

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Until you can discern your inner voice,
You will listen for the approval of the many.

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Your eternal aloneness
Is transcribed so poorly.

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As despicable as you may think you are,
Your heart is gold beneath the charcoal exterior.

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Monopoly is not a game played forever.

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Wipe away all mythos
And what is there to be
But that which ever remains
Eternally hidden beyond the veil.

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Your resistance is time-bound.

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Allow your heart to lead the way.

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Try transforming your world
Before you vainly attempt
To shift anyone else’s.

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How quickly adults twist
The innocence of the young
In so many harsh and cruel ways.

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What does it matter how you will die
When all possibilities are the same result?

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What earthbound distractions power, fame and fortune are.
There are no stairways to heaven, only hell.

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Organized religions are created by those
Who use your ignorance to their own ends.
Real religion is a momentary intuitive realization,
And cannot be purchased by collection plate offerings.

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Death is a sleep into forever.

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The precision of these words
Will match the clarity of your mind.

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Ivory towers are bastions of illusion.

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It is not easy for an immortal soul
To be locked in mortal fare

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Any who discern their original state
Become sovereigns of the mind’s realm.

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The mind is the outcome of what is thought
Until it is timelessly seen for what it is not.

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From body parts to cells to atoms.
Then what?

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Transcending the limited personal nature
Is a voluntary surrender.

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Specialization often becomes dysfunctional
In the general approach day-to-day living calls for.

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Wash away all sense of sin and guilt.
You have never really done anything
That has not been long since forgiven
By all by yourself.

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To abide in oneness is enough for any heart.

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Do not let the world wear you down.
Your greater vision of manifest heaven
Works towards stilling all apparent chaos

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Until you find the source of your own light,
Your confusion only complicates things further.
Take the time to discern the timeless nature.

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What you call your life is but a temporary loan.

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You do deserve to be godness.
Your longing for it absolves all debts.

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Moments neither tick nor tock.
Only the mind fabricates time.

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The habitual rigidity of the mind
Founded upon that which is illusory
Can never discern the fluidity of the timeless.

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When you are done learning the lesson,
Leave the classroom and toss the textbook.

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Seek your death within.

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Eternity as it is thought sounds like a long time
Until you realize time is not even involved.

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You are the light born to be,
Yet ever unborn you truly are.

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You are much more yet less
Than a body bag of concepts.

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Objectivity comes when you die to time.

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Nothing locks you into the narrowness of time
But your own self-perpetuated self-centeredness.
Remorse or penance will not free you from it.

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Do you really believe the demonic hell you imagine
Could be any more hellish than we already concoct?

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The trick is not identifying with time as it passes.

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It has never been easy for many to watch this world,
The way we treat each other and all the other life forms.

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Real revolution ends the need for it.

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Though a holograph may shatter
Into an infinite number of pieces,
It ever casts the same image as one.

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Each of us own an individual story,
But all are truly the same indivisible voice.

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Laugh at your petty vain foolishness.
Your self-absorption is so inanely meaningless.

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Look inward until you see there is nothing to see.

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Reject all claims.

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Your face comes off.

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To grieve for the dead is vain and meaningless.
Admit your sorrow is for your own temporal existence.
The dead are no longer burdened by the cross you yet carry.

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How many excuses there are not to die.

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Many are called home, but few volunteer.

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Only when you own agenda is done
Can you truly serve godness.

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Merge your consciousness into all you imagine.

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Living and dying are both acts
Requiring great courage.

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Duality assigns eternity to an other
Which has no existence prior to time.

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How will the evolution of technology
Be viewed by the history it will reap?

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Where is it written in stone
That the ignorance of this world
Must be valued with your attention?

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A tree made brittle by the harshness of time
Comes undone in the slightest breeze.

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Your most real beauty
Will never be seen
By any but you.

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When a blank wall becomes as interesting
As even the most enticing sight,
You will be home.

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Everything becomes very different
And exactly the same.

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If you understand what real religion is,
There is nothing the argue or fight about.

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The religious mind is not something words can describe.

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Existence seems most difficult
For those on the dawning of their awakening.
Recall how even an encased butterfly must struggle to be free.

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Born into this mysterious awareness
Each of us labels it in every sort of manner,
And with great tenacity spend the rest of our lives
Defending identities held together solely by imagination.

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Be free of the devil.
You have witness purgatory long enough.

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It ceases to be what you thought it was
When you put aside the knowledge about it.

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You cocoon yourself in the concepts
Of the collusion you subscribe to.
Unbind as would any butterfly
For that flight to freedom.

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Freedom is not a concept.

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You are that which you pray to.

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You have done nothing to deserve that schism within.
All the mind’s separations are imagined as are all dreams,
The outcome of mirrors convincing you that individuality is real,
When, in fact, you have never been anything less than indivisibly one.

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The only way this human dream of consciousness will ever change
Is if everyone learns to see beyond their limited sensory inclinations.
It is a big if.

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Even in the most wildly active times,
There is an indescribable space within.

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To believe, to assert, that trifles
Like technology, language, race, and ethos
Make one mythos superior to another
Is such meaningless vanity.

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The world appears in your imagination.
It is a figment of the senses.

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On words do not rely.
They are the mischief-makers of illusion.

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Specialization eventually becomes so narrowly defined
That a dysfunction sets in motion inevitable destruction.


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