03 November 2013

Chapter 285 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXXXV

A mind without a heart is as imbalanced as a heart without a mind.

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Nothing stands in eternity longer than it can be remembered.

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And what will become of the analog mind
Reconfigured by its digital inventions?

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You are as free as you dare to be,
And you do not have to prove it
To anyone but your Self.

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Find your face if you can,
But no one ever has yet.

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I am That I Am-ing.
You are That I Am-ing.
We are That I Am-ing.

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It sure seemed to hurt at the time.

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Hope generally does not get very far
Without a fair amount of boil and toil.

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It is desire and fear that harden the heart.

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Death happens in almost every conceivable way.

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Ignore nature, deny nature, condemn nature, at your peril.

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There are no leaders or followers in this game, there is only sharing.

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Add -ing to any word in the linguistics of consciousness,
And that streaming descriptor is sound’s escort
To whatever the senses are witnessing
In the kaleidoscoping weaving.

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Nothingness guised in the forms of everything.

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Bean counting does not for truth make.

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You do not have to play it harsh.

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You are perfect in every way,
Every moment of every day.

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Relative absolutism.

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A commitment to the future
Is a commitment to the now
In a different sense of time.

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What is a sage but good for nothing.

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The test of time is the oblivion of all.

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Only through your temporal sensory play
Is your version of creation made manifest.

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The end of times, or just another round beginning?

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It is all relative until you discern that it is all the same absoluteness.

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To see your real face in all other faces is of the highest order.

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The subtleties of the mystery are beyond compare.

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Where do they come up with all these numbers?

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Can the Oneness in the we work things out,
Or are we but a relatively brief dream
On the stage of manifestation?

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Quit dawdling, declare your Self.

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I Am, the only real audience.

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Another batch of memories,
Another stream of perceptions,
In the windings of the neuron trail.

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Nothing like the gabby-jabbery folk
Who don’t know what they’re talking about,
Just chattering on, forever clueless.

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Personal responsibility, no can take it for you.

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Why would anyone even think
About believing in some vain, petty god
Being in charge of humankind’s screwed-up show?

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The path of least resistance
Is a most incredible, wondrous adventure
For those rare few who have the courage and inner freedom
To wander the quantum mystery’s river in time.

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Most get stuck in one rut or another.
This belief or that, this relationship or that,
This job or that, this geography or that,
To see the relativity of all lives
Is the highest vision.

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I am the truth, the life, and the way,
And it is pretty darned likely you are, too.

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The right track, just the wrong road.

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The mystery of existence,
Such a bittersweet reality.

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Define God.

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Agape, baby, agape.

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From Pampers to Intends,
And Fruit of the Loom between.

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It is in deeds that intent is proven.

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Rebellion don’t pay the bills.
Shut up and keep your head down,
See nothing, hear nothing, say nothing.
Not your problem that the world is in flames.
Rebellion don’t pay the bills.

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Where are you without all you know?
That imaginary bag of thoughts you lug around in your head.
That bundle of perceptions that deprives you
Of the eternity you are now.

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There may, indeed, be intelligent design,
But it is not, by any means, exclusively human.

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Sounds like another enjoyable waste of time.

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Judge me, and you judge your Self,
For I am your creation …
As you are mine.

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What is the point of healing a body
If it doesn’t touch the Soul.

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Oh, ye of little faith,
Why do you so vainly follow
The vestiges of idolatry?

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The source of all that is known
Is the unknown.
An amazing paradox to be sure.

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To those born to witness
This world manifest is teacher
Of the wonder of their infinite totality.

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Dread is like slipping on ice,
Totally exhausted, unable to get up.

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Be wary of the person offering a handshake
Who just exited a bathroom with dry hands.

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To discern you are of the Oneness is the Grand Knowing.

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You cannot really help someone who is unable to help themselves.

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It means whatever you want it to mean, or nothing at all.

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The challenge in discovering truth depends largely
On how steeped the given mind is in the given lies.

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You can only measure that which is measurable.

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It is not necessary to retire from the world
To discover what you really are.
It is free to any and all
Who would give it earnest attention.

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For another time I am ready to awaken.

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The United States of America,
Yet another form of the win-lose game
To which it is humankind’s destiny
To again and again endure.

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Going nowhere … slowly.

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Any given guru
Is just one of countless teachers,
Not the whole shebang.

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Fashion was built upon scorn for less.

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History is the vision that rises from the fray.

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The sense of personal identity must be set aside
For the eternal witness to awaken and manifest.

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It does not matter whether anyone else sees it.
The only thing that matters is that you do.
You are That I Am, there is no other
But in the play of imagination.

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Inwardly, you are as free
As you allow your Self to be.

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Not much of a philosophy
If you can’t live it.

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The world will reflect back
The answer to whatever you project.

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What you think of the world,
Or what the world thinks of you,
What does it really matter?

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Own it.
Cast aside everything,
And own it.

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You can relate to the world,
But the world cannot relate to you.
You are a mystery beyond comprehension.

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The remainder of the human paradigm,
However long it may play out,
Will be walking amid the scar tissue
Of everything we have thus far conceived.

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The drifting smoke tells it all.
Eternity playing out in time and space,
Ever flowing, ever changing, ever mysterious.

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These words are for those across this spinning orb
Who discern the infinity of the oneness
In which all timelessly dance.

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In a quiet mind, the only noise is the true voice.

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Life hones knowledge, wisdom,
Perception, judgment, understanding,
Or whatever else you may call it.
All the distillation of mind
In the dream of time.

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You are forever young.

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I know what I really am,
And it’s up to you
To figure out the same.

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Another curious thing.

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It’s all a-happening in its time.

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What you discern of your Self
Is the patterning the universal mind.

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All life surfs the wave of this very moment.

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Expectations are the seeds of disappointment.

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Why keep looking to the mirage for something it can never be?
It is really nothing more than a brief experiment in free will.

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The given body will fall off soon enough, what’s the rush?

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There’s no boundary like an old boundary.

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The pleasure of unobstructed thought
Is played out again and again
In each day’s reverie.

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Imagination is the field
Of any given state of mind.

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It is anything
You want to believe it is.
It is not anything you believe it is.

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It is your version of the universe,
Yours to play out anyway you will.

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Innocence is honed in so many ways.

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Many promises are yet to be broken.

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Another label tacked onto a mystery
To which all definition are incomplete.

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Any given body is merely a container
In which consciousness plays its Self out.

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Were concepts like heaven and hell, karma,
Created to help people deal with all their suffering?
Or to control and manipulate the them to more selfish ends?

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Surrendering to the eternal nowness of awareness is as peaceful as it gets.

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Like the claws of a kitten, words can be such playful, cruel things.

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Why not do what makes you most happy, most content?

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What does nothingness feel like, anyway?

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How both tiring and exhilarating,
To always be trying to figure things out
As if necessary, or even possible.

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You are seen
By all the other witnesses
As you see them.

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When you stop wondering,
It will all end.

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You are Self
Searching for its limits
As if such a thing were possible.

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Astounding how many different ways
That which is can be expounded
And still remain unknown.

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All those experts and specialists?
They really do not know anything, either.
And they will perhaps tell you this,
If they are not playing you.

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The body is the vehicle for the mystery,
The awareness, the consciousness, the Self,
To witness the unfolding eternal creation.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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