silent thunder

Myths are public Dreams. Dreams are private Myths. ~Joseph Campbell

I guess its semantics... but to me, there is reality even there... Dao applies there too.

Tread carefully oaf! That loaf you just stepped into... is steaming dog dao.

be in a spot. effortless. just be. presence. awareness. what is there to seek, create, acquire, destroy, imply, attempt? can one calm the water of a pond, by smoothing it with the hand? by force of will and physical achieving? by mental acquisition? what is there... other than to be. allow the body to breathe itself. allow being...

synthesize

silently in space. emptiness containing all. silent clarity.

hmm... does one meditate to become something? acquire something? find a thing and then have it... possess it? who acquires something? who possesses? can one keep it safe and protect it from being lost, broken or taken? does one meditate to unfold something? drop something? let something go? what is dropped? who drops? who sits? who meditates?

be sober again ever unfolding... being ever unfolding

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I'll be content with moussaka...

It must be a comfot... to consider that the source of evil is some external character... separate from self... 'out there' somewhere causing all the dark, unwanted happenings and evil in the world and can be readily identified and eradicated with vigilance. I look the devil in the eye every time my reflection smiles at me. Is there ought without, that does not stem from the source, within?

teacher and teaching are as finger finger pointing not to finger, but to mystery, to beingness eventually, all will be transcended. teacher. teaching. conceptual mind. ultimate truth is wordless, silence, clarity, awareness... we talk with words, which are models of beingness... aproximations. words... thoughts as concepts about beingness. words are fingers. they point to beingness, but do not encapsulate it. the word water, the mental model/idea of water, will not slake thirst and cannot be drunk. yet may be talked about endlessly... debated, agreed, argued... yet never in this realm... experienced. words... mind artefacts... mental attempts to communicate and embody the non spoken truth experienced in beingness this does not mean words are uselss... but a reminder the menu is not the meal when all else fell away, what remains... awareness. presence.

It is pure awesome to see your digital footprints here again my friend! Welcome back!

For a time, I used white noise and binaural beat patterns when sitting. It was a potent background sound disabler, quickly becoming disregarded while drowning out all the 'psychological' sounds that tend to engage the story mind.

I'm with you mate. Never got the fascination with certain humans who trace a bloodline back to a certain time and name in history. All nations are built on violence and each boundary between nations represents little else than the spot where two violent gangs agreed to stop fighting... for now. The action of nobility, is a method of parasitic behavior. Feeding off the labor of others through intimidation. Trace our geneology back far enough and we all have common ancestors in the soup of the ancient seas... so who's more or less noble than any other? I contend, one of the greatest revolutions in human history, is the creation, and maintenance of the concept of 'land ownership'. It goes hand in hand with the notion of a king/queen (bully) who claims ownership over said lands and then demands tribute be paid (through threat of force, or the promise of protection) by any who would grow food, hunt, or even live or move across a patch of earth that has existed for billions of years. The audacious notion that one person can claim to 'own land' (or any thing for that matter), forcing others to pay them a tax for the privelege of living on land that they naturally arose from and manifested out of... seems to me, one of the great harmful acts enacted by humans. And it just keeps on rolling... In my experience, we don't even own our own bodies, let alone land or objects. Our bodies do most operations without our slightest conscious interaction... hormone production, digestion of food, hair growth, replacement of cells, removal of toxins, conversion of nutrition into energy and new cells... all while we sleep, talk, drive around... we don't own any of that. Even what most folks call the 'power of choice' to me is an illusory explanation after the fact, of a process that is unconscious. We don't own our own bodies, yet most folks have no problem accepting a piece of paper with a stamp on it from a government building means a person owns a plot of land. That people grow up accepting this notion that they are in debt to someone else for manifesting naturally in a body on this planet, because that's how it's explained to them before the age of reason and 'that's just how it's always been, so it must be right'... right? It's remarkable how it never seems to be questioned. Reminds me of the 11 monkey experiment of the 50's. In the end, the only thing I think I can claim with any surety of ownership, is my attention and presence. My young son taught me this one afternoon when he was a toddler. I was trying to get some writing done and he wanted me to play with him... so I'd get on the floor, get him interested in a toy and a story, then sneak up and try to get something else done. He would immediately pull me back. This went on a few times until it struck me... the toys aren't even remotely a thing to him... not real in a sense. The only thing he really wanted, was my attention, presence and connection. In that moment it struck me. This is perhaps the only thing I truly possess... all others come and go, but awareness abides... and it's all he needed or wanted from me. Kings/Queens/Nobility are parasitic in nature, feeding off others. yet something in our chimplike human process seems drawn to sustaining it, in spite of the horror and harm it ceaselessly perpetrates.

Hmm. Wish I could help, but I'm not familiar with that tune. I sure identify with you on the effects of certain tones, sounds and music on the channels, meridians and inner landscape. I find solfeggio harmonics to establish long lasting resonance in my bones and mind. Jami Deva composes all his music in the solfeggio scale. Singing bowls also have strong impact. Good luck in your search, hope you find the piece you're looking for...

Water flows downhill without effort... settling in the lowest. With no skill, training or intention, water generates enough force to sweep away entire forests and cities. It does this without mind, malice, care or differentiation. Water follows Dao.

awareness is not breakable, cannot be marred or scratched. it cannot be held, manufactured, lost or found where does it live? who is its mother? it is spotless. untaintable. effervescent. gossamer. saturating all... form and formless alike yet never can it be held... never a thing, lost or gained... yet imbued in all things ever present, yet never touchable truly giving rise to all and in and of itself not a thing, but a presence? beingness? birthed of itself unto itself and returning without any motion, without going anywhere in any amount of time the center holds, out of which and to which all returns being and non being the center is in no location, and is all pervading all within all one

realization for me, reveals all notions of gods... self... other... all conceptual mental processes and creations... as living puppets of mist... sustained by my own mental inertia. a mist that occludes... simple presence. awareness. to embody the simplest clarity of beingness, i had to release all else... so these objects of mind and processes of seeking would stop drowning out and covering in mist, the truth of raw awareness release the gods, the thoughts of should and shouldn't, notions of proper and improper realization for me remained hidden, in the end, by my own beloved meditations. what a love meditations were to me... that liquid blissful sitting and qi gonging... became its own occlusion to realization even this loving stillness and joyful motion occluded what was most natural, foundational in the end, the last remaining occlusion to realization, was the very desire to acquire realization this is what drove me to drop all practice in a form of rigid pursuit, or a regimented control factor all forms of meditation still occur, but spontaneously, without prior intent and forethought they arise as natural responses to the world which is an extension of my very presence as inner exhales into outer and outer inhales the two mirror the truth of one awareness wei wu wei... action without forcing... effortless force in spontenaity realization for me could not be realized, while trying to realize it

peacefulness yes... utterly bouyant, effortless simplicity. it's the most ordinary thing... which is why it's so densely hidden... so hard to encounter. why the masters call us to quiet down, stillness, silence, clarity is born of these so utterly natural and ordinary, it lay beneath notice. are fish aware of the water in which they swim? Where sensory information is available, it tends to dominate awareness. This is why I suspect waking lay for me, not in diligent striving but in... stillness, simplest presence... breathingness. release. only in the clarity and silence of stillness, when all else had fallen away, either through release, or fatigue of no longer being able to maintain was i able to realize it, that i am this... this is it. the simplest, most effervescent and gossamer of truths, only perceptible, when my mind ceased conjuring processes, stopped imagining some secret off 'out there' to be acquired and added to me. such simple madness! the very creation of the treadmill of non realizing was the desire and effort spent trying to realize what is utterly apparent when all is accepted, released and drops away revealing... only awareness. when i finally lapsed into such fatigue that i could no longer maintain the stories and all the teachings and learnings i had acquired... the knowledgable acquire something every day... strive to 'get better' the wise drop these... release all things into pure beingness. drop all of it and what remains for me presence. awareness. while seeking, I embody seeking and this is a layer upon raw beingness this is why for me, while engaged in diligence, in effort, in striving, the motion outward, to seek and acquire some aspect of me that I as of yet did not possess... was the very thing hiding from me, the realization of the truth of being awareness is... i am this... this is it.

wars... so seldom fought by those who start them and profit on them... fought by the young, convinced that they are stamping out demons... but our foes are simple humans. More in common with us than apart, no matter how far from home they seem... truly... what if one day... no one showed up? what if one fine day... young folks realized they can spend their energy building what they love, instead of seeking things to despise and destroy...? what a day! oh, that day is now. hate never heals hate... only love can do that. yet how to love my enemy? who is my enemy? who am i?

Gods as collectively created Tulpas... potent. If indeed as Buddha said...'be careful what you allow yourself dwell on and think, for it becomes your reality'. Then the gods/tulpas/realms created by collective mind are as real as anything else in the realms of mind. I'm reading Neil Gaiman's American Gods where Neil posits a burgeoning War between the Old World Gods brought to America by their followers who, (loosely and reluctantly brought together into a coalition by the remnant of Odin), are struggling in the modern world and under attack by the New Gods of America and the West. The Gods of Television, Credit Banking, Advertising, Cars... etc. Potent to consider the reality of that which we spend our mind energy upon garnering sufficient inertia to take on its own life essence. Really has me wanting to reign in even further what I allow myself to consider, mull over and dwell on mentally. Gods as the collective Tulpas of cultures. The alchemical process of The Golden Flower and the Golden Fetus. Me creating a personal tulpa of pure yang... birthing it and then possessing it. Interesting stuff to wake up to... thanks again gang. This place is amazing.

I had glimpses of waking throughout my decades of seeking. Briefly opened windows onto the raw potent, simple beauty of it. That which is... then gone... back to searching... where did that come from? Who has it? Can they give it to me? Every time the bellows shifted, the glimpse would pass and I'd be back to 'seeking it'... seeking everywhere but here... seeking with desperation... with all my power, all my strength, all my mind. Seeking in others, from teachers, from books, from places in nature, seeking it from the right dietary restrictions, from the right soaps. But always somehow sure that I needed something outside of me to show me, to unlock in me the truth. Seeking always to achieve something external, to grasp something that I always assumed was 'out there'. I perceive so clearly now how that very seeking was what impeded the simple realization. Rather than seek elsewhere for that which already abides... within. Release. Be. Strip away, release and let go of every notion, intention, thought and seeking impulse. What remains is... it. The very act, impulse and desire of seeking occludes the realization of what is... When utter spiritual and physical exhaustion led me to completely surrender and give up, in suicidal despair. While lying in complete quiet and solitude, in the midst of one of the greatest cities of the modern world. When I had released all notions I previously held... all desires, all concepts of should and shouldn't... When I had release everything... one thing remained. I am aware. This is it!

Thanks for posting these mate.