01 November 2013

Chapter 283 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXXXIII

What will happen to Eden when industry and technology finally fall short,
And the dominos, the house of cards, begin to snowball
Into the inevitable decline and fall?

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Taking the world upon your shoulders
Only makes your shoulders and heart weary.
No saving that which cannot save itself.

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Why didn’t you call?  Why didn’t you write?
All the lonely people wandering about.

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For every birth, a death sure to follow.

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Running, walking, sitting,
Breathing on empty.

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Love doesn’t give a damn.

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Narcissus only had a pool of water
From which to partake his vanity.

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Discern that which no mortal can discern.

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All you have to do is believe in Jesus Christ?
How absurdly ludicrous is that line of thinking?

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It is only fate that did not make you king or queen.

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Look left, look right, look ahead, look back,
And then, perhaps, do it yet again, just to be sure.
You never really know what might be coming right at you.

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Do you create the pattern, or does it create you?
Or have you, in the dreamtime, created each other?

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Do you really need to believe in anything anymore?

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The mystery is not an either/or proposition.
Of course it evolved through creation,
And created through evolution.

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In what way are you really so different
From anyone or anything else.

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You came, you saw, you puttered.

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The story is different,
But the plot is the same.

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For all, but not for all.

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And, meanwhile, they all believe
This mirage will continue forever.
Alas, what fools these mortals be.

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You can call reality whatever you please,
But, in truth, it is prior to all naming.

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It could be a much happier world
If we actually understood communism,
And had the capacity for such selflessness.

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How passé the wonder of childhood too quickly becomes.

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Those who spew a lie may even know the truth.

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Anonymity can bring forth many demons.

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To leave time on the table,
Or not to leave time on the table.
That may well someday be the question.

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It is challenging to love unconditionally,
When your teeth are getting kicked in.

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Many are called, but few answer.
Kind of like being a telemarketer.

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Step right up! See it now!
The one and only … You!

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How easy it seems to be
To surrender to some other
Rather that one’s Self.

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So obvious as to be obscured
By every possible distraction.

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Not … accessing file … again …

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For those who discern the call,
The only thing that ultimately matters
Is that they wake up in whatever way possible.

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When it comes to exploring the ultimate reality,
Of what need is there for another’s permission?

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Perhaps your god is as kind and selfless as you.

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Sometimes you sleeps, sometimes you wakes,
Sometimes you sits, sometimes you wanders.

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You have always been the great spirit’s sun.

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Once again … if you remember.

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The real you will exist forever
For death can never enter
That which is immortal,
That which was never born.

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Joy is a heart and mind
One-two knockout punch.

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Not so different before all.

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What can you tell another
If they are not interested in,
Or capable of understanding?

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If you are open to everything,
There is no room for judgment.

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In every context,
There is a different way
Of responding to the discernment.

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If you must covet something, covet nothingness.

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Perhaps all this has happened
In order that you discern the witness within.
The eyes of the maker are yours,
One in the same.

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Field notes from yet another observer
Of the unmanifest underpinning
Of the dreamtime show.

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What a mockery of accuracy
Hollywoods, Bollywoods, Broadways
And other entertainments
Make of history.

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Tiger mouse.

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It’s just dust, man, just dust.

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Your mind is not what you think.
The chatter of the world is not you.

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We are all unique characters.
It is just which forms of uniqueness
You can embrace, or at minimum endure.

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Whatever you may think of your persona,
You are, indeed, worthy of the Self love.

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Why do you so naively accept and believe
What you your Self have never experienced?

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Watching the human drama in these times
Is like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

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The I Amness is your friend and lover.
It is you as agape as love is possible.

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What’s the sound of one light clapping?

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Practice benevolence, kindness,
Compassion, generosity, munificence
And goodwill whenever possible.

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There is nothing you need to do
In order to see the whole of it.

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To cling or not to cling,
That is the question.

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Never deny your Self.

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Simple, carefree detachment
Is the road to tranquility and grace.

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When even the universe
Isn’t much bigger than a gnat?
Where do you stand to take a whiz?

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You own nothing, you own everything.

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Drifting along, performing yet another piece
In the grand symphony of the Song of Godness.

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Innocence realized,
Liberated, and wandering in wonder
Does not require much of this world, or of any other.

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It is all about what you are inclined to articulate.

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Allow all to happen, do not betray your Self.

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Cannot stop fate … it is already written.
You just need to reach the last page
In a book that has no conclusion.

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If you really don’t care,
Would it even occur to you
To claim that you don’t?

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Hate and revenge
Are the harshest harvest
Of dualistic notion.

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Figure it out, or go extinct.

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A higher level of Selfishness.

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Let that guilt go.
There’s nothing to regret
If its what got you to here and now.

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Oh, to be young and ignorant again,
What would the play be in another round?

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The fingerprints of consciousness fade
Without life to sustain its ephemeral presence.

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The true voice is in all great and small.
To discern it, you must merely, with intention,
Observe prior to the passion, the fear, the false identity,
And surrender courageously to the sovereignty of the timeless now.

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Unless you take matters into your own hands,
You’ll take whatever death you’re given.

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Obvious … what is ... truly obvious.

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It will all be dust again, soon enough.

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What a gift it is to exist.
How amazing what trivial pursuits
Blind us to the wonder of it.

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So many regrets, compounded daily,
Only dull the blade of discernment.
Apologize within, and move on.

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A bull ride ahead, to be sure.
Indeed, indeed, I say, indeed.

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All, in a dream.

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What is possible?
And what is not possible?
S/he who perceives the real question
Has the seed of the answer.

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No resolution to the chaos unfolding
But to ride it out as one does any storm.

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Another anonymous dreamer a-dreaming away.

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One minute, one year, one century, one millennium … what difference, really?

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Indiscriminate breeding creates an indiscriminant world.

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A dream of creation, preservation and destruction
From which the only exit is death,
And then what,
Nobody really knows.

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Life is an opportunity to awaken to the reality
That you are of the quantum divine.
It is the highest calling.

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How quickly everything becomes memory.

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Whether rock, temple,
Shrine, statue, scripture or personality,
Idolatry is idolatry is idolatry
No matter the game.

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To muster to a lesser vision
Is a lesser potential, a lesser life.

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Democracy might be nice
If it was really possible.

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Karma is merely another vain concept
Born of the notion of a continuity
Which has never been real.

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Running on empty has its own fullness.

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The nothingness of the quantum vapor
Playing out every conceivable form,
Every conceivable state of consciousness.

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We are what we choose to be in any given moment.

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Every life form is a seed
Born of the same essence, the same mystery.
All are mortal portals of awareness
In whatever means is given.

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You are free to do whatever you can handle.

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The real you is neither past nor future.
You are the eternal presence,
Pure, simple and free.

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You are as free as you every moment dare to be,
And you do not have to prove it to anyone.

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Muddy water, muddy fish.

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Time to unfurl.

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Surrender to the itness.
Become totally vulnerable.

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It is fear that hardens the heart.

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Before the word, there was nothing.

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How can you explain anything to anyone
Who listens without the ears that hear.

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Is it not utterly amazing that one exists at all,
Without always worrying about for how long.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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