XII
The writings of any seers should be called just that: writings, notes, works, books.
Not scriptures, because the definition often implies some sort of authority,
And in when it comes to the unknowable, there is no such thing.
All are inquiring into the same mystery to which all have equal access.
And for anyone to claim any expertise, or some greater connection, is absurd.
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We are molecular beings inhabiting a molecular universe.
The drug-induced possibilities offered by Eden are many and varied.
How they came to be is ever a question without answer,
Other than to say, “Yay, Team Quantum.”
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To judge someone by their past
Is to miss what they may have learned,
Or have yet to learn from it.
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The nothing special.
The nothing, special.
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Every label you attach to,
Every perception you identify with,
Is but another link in the chain,
Another bar of the prison.
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The good news is that: yes, you can be free.
The drag is that it is up to you to figure it out.
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No matter what you do, no matter what you think,
You will never become anything more, anything less,
Than what you already are, have ever been, will ever be.
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Though any can realize they are a cosmic dancer
If they have the discerning pluck and determined tenacity,
The inexplicable does not blossom in unfertile, unprepared ground.
There may be little more one can do than wish them bon voyage and move on.
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Free your Self of the notion of original sin, that you were born evil.
It is nothing more than an idea inspired by ignorance, by greed, by the need to control,
That the pure awareness you most definitely are, did not choose at birth.
There is no sin, no iniquity, only dualistic whimsy.
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Imagine existing in this world when it was perfectly untamed,
And you with neither claw nor fang, only mind and opposable thumb,
And an abiding, pitiless will to survive, and perchance thrive.
You are a direct descendant, the genomic outcome,
Of those who somehow persevered
From the puddle of origin to this here now.
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The god state is a persevering realization
And you will absorb the conviction
Sooner than you may think.
After all, there is eternity to play.
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The use of technology without wisdom
Is akin to a room full of children
Playing with loaded guns.
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Look in that mirror: What is your vanity?
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Own your given virtue, your given quality.
Put behind you all guilt, all hesitation, all remorse.
Rest content in the serene indivisibility.
You are eternally absolved.
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The mind-body is a temporal vessel of finite patterning,
In which the infinite has potential to manifest consciously.
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The Jesus who really was, was a realized mortal,
Ultimately no different than you, who placed himself in the line of fire
To make a declaration about the original nature of all.
When will you see and own the lesson?
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Isness is prior to manifest duality; you must dissolve the separation to regain it.
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What dulling, insipid upbringing was it that convinced you that you are real?
How naive, how gullible, how credulous, how foolish, were you this round?
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Most would not know a Christ if s/he swore it on a stack of bibles.
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You must choose to be free; no one else can do it for you.
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How can god be dead if it was never born?
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Stop believing that mask is really you.
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Your existence is the proof.
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We are all cousins of the same origin.
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Your fear of the unknown is unwarranted.
You are it, have ever been it, will ever be it.
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All your schemes and plots are vain beyond their worth.
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Playing the spiritual hierarchy game only puts off your reunion
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At some point you must put down the books; you will not find it in them.
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Admission to eternity will cost you everything you hold dear, chiefly your mind.
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The intellect is like a seed that must transcend its limitations to blossom into liberation.
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In as many moments as you are able, contemplate that none of this is really happening.
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This poor wee garden and all its critters would be more than a little better off
If humans were all far less responsible in the so-called civilized world,
And a great deal more so in the higher-wiser-all-is-one sense.
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When Jesus died for you, it was well before he was on the cross.
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There is nothing not filled of the quantum essence,
It is only the dearth of awareness of its real and true nature
That creates the confusion we all too clearly witness.
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You are a human being by design only,
And from the eternal perspective,
Fads change very quickly.
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Death: love it and leave it.
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Peruse the tapestry; it is yours to claim.
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Be cautious that those you listen so intently to
Are speaking of the ultimate state that frees you.
Settle for anything less, you sell your potential short.
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Hear and believe your true voice.
Trust you will know what to do any given moment,
That there are no real mistakes, that there is nothing to regret or fear.
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Free yourself from the burden of mythos; that has never been what you are.
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Look out the back door, whether he knows it or not, the garbage man is also That I Am.
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That transient puking up his guts is you on the same street in another dream.
What thoughts passed when you witnessed him carrying his splintery cross?
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You are free not to be afraid of life or death, or any other notion.
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The arrogance of those in any given organized religion
Is an endless carnival from which to watch and learn.
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How often do you wonder how you will die?
The more dark your imagination, the better.
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Your reality is prior to imagination.
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Be Self-ish in the highest sense.
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Cease praying for personal gain.
Your humility and virtue shine far brighter
Than any worldly pile of false gold.
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Your life is the result of your mind-body
And the circumstances of your individual dream.
Can you take all that experience and fearlessly extrapolate
Until your light shines equally on all manifestation?
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It was perhaps when our kind began to communicate,
When we discerned that we all perceive our worlds differently,
That we began to harbor resentments and merge together as mindsets,
And in doing so, truly set in motion the dystopian endgame
In which we the descendants now find ourselves.
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Sacks of shit and piss and bones and goo,
Yup, that is all we are in our inflated game, our vain diversion,
Just the electromagnetic spectrum daily playing out its impromptu theater real and true.
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In the chess game with god, eventually you discern you are playing your Self.
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If you have a larger vision, if wisdom calls you, it is not hard to discern.
It dwells in every crook, in every cranny, of this magical dreamtime.
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Solutions to problems seem to come when they are most needed,
In whatever way or shape or form the quantum hologram allows.
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How adroit and articulate and persuasive the antichrists
When they collect your earnest tithing for their idolatry.
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The part is never apart from the whole.
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Sexuality is like any hunger,
You feed it, and it disappears.
You deny it, and it devours you.
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Release the world in your mind,
And where are you, when are you,
But the only now that has ever been.
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To just completely, absolutely be,
At such a level as to neither assume nor judge,
Is a yogic feat of the highest order.
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You see the muddle human synergy has made of it.
Nothing can change, nothing will change, if you do not.
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You can never go back, you can never return, to what you once were.
You have seen too much, and can only carry on wherever the fates lead.
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Those using insight into the patterning for self-serving purpose do no one any favors.
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If you think godness really requires you to be anything other than you, guess again.
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The way you choose to live may well be the way you are choosing to die.
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To see only your own suffering is to miss a major lesson of existence.
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If your happiness is dependent on form or happenstance,
Then you have not fully owned your quantum birthright.
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You know … you know not …
You know … you know not …
You know … you know not …
You know … you know not …
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Breathe in you.
Breathe out you.
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A conspiracy of one
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Word association in a very now sense.
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You are free to be unburdened by all the suffering.
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You are the eternal mystery experiencing manifest form.
You need not wait for physical death to awaken to reality.
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Aim for disappointment, and it will likely be what is there waiting for you.
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The nothing and everything from which all creation does and does not emanate.
The ethereal nada’s kaleidoscoping lightshow playing out its ever-present enigma.
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Dissolving the identity can be as relaxing as the removal of that costume you wear.
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You may wish to survive a real threat, but need not cater to imaginary ones.
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Your sorrow has no foundation; it is born entirely of your own imagination.
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In so little time, in so little space, we have certainly screwed things up
Well beyond anything our ancestors likely could have ever imagined.
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All the words in the world have never even once saved anyone.
All are doomed from the get-go in this terrible-swift mortal fray.
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Relying on light show hocus-pocus to sustain your interest
Likely means that you are not really all that interested.
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Panic generally only accentuates any given problem.
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No one is even near as notable or essential
As so many spend their lives vainly believing.
The countless delusions of the human paradigm
Must certainly be the laughingstock of the universe,
Assuming, of course, that the universe is even watching.
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The needs of the body are one thing,
The cravings of the impassioned mind another.
Psychological suffering is the result of turmoil born of desire.
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When you own the original nature, the sins of the universe are erased.
How can notions born of imagination ever be considered real and true?
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Few grasp reality because most cannot apperceive what they cannot see.
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Peace is as near as your willingness to fully embrace the detachment required.
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How many lives, how many dreamtimes, is anyone, whether for good or ill, yay or nay,
Of any real consequence to, is a question to which no one can have answer.
Consciousness ripples, but how far, how strong, how long,
Who can even more than begin to guess?
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Your spiritual quest will ever be incomplete until you own the ultimate nature.
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Give your Self a shot of affection, kiddo, you deserve it, you know you do.
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Break through the sidelessness where relativity of duality is unknown.
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Sometimes the most obvious things take the longest to clearly see.
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Curiosity is one of those things that generally lessens over time.
It is the tool of the young in the sponge-time of their lives,
The time when they are exploring, finding their way.
To daily view the universe with fresh eyes is a rare feat.
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The sea of tranquility is within; the imaginary you is the current.
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The mortal coil comes into being, grows bright, dims, and expires,
Ever the same quantum essence witnessing its inexplicable nature.
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Challenging to let go of vanity when the mind-body duality so inspires it
With the countless delusions that desire and fear fuel in this dream of time.
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We are all drawn to the scale we can fathom; absoluteness is a rare calling.
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Great expectations can so easily, so quickly, change into bitter disappointment.
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Remind yourself in every moment possible that what you see is not all there is to see.
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The potential of concept is that the essence of many things can be clearly discerned
Without ever having to experience them in the first person
Once the frame of reference
Has the depth and breadth of an abundant life.
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There is only one quantum dimension, one quantum matrix, one quantum soul.
Neither within nor without, neither known nor unknown,
Neither here nor there, you are.
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Awareness has no ego, no attributes, no boundaries, whatsoever.
The imagination of consciousness, in all its dualistic notions,
Is sole source, soul proprietor, to that whimsical state.
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What is evolution but the unknowable,
The creation, the preservation, the destruction,
The selecting, the pruning, the thinning, the harvesting,
The ever-changing nature of matter and motion, energy and force,
In the dance, the play, the lila, of eternal space and time.
An indivisible, boundless, quantum billiard table,
With neither beginning nor end nor middle,
Witnessed each and every moment,
In every imaginable way,
By the awareness you truly are.
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Suffering is the outcome of choice, timelessness its end.
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To give attention to the ephemeral eternal moment
Is a busy-busy, measuring-measuring mind’s most arduous task.
The imaginary past and its countless projected futures stoke far too much passion
For the quietude of eternity to be allotted its true autonomy.
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What will endure, what will emerge, what will reign,
After mammalian life can no longer survive this spinning garden orb
That humankind has through the twists and turns of consciousness forever desecrated?
What great kingdom would you not readily yield for a time machine
To witness Eden play out it magical mystery.
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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved