Friday, March 27, 2015


For my part, when I enter most intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular perception or other, of heat or cold, light or shade, love or hatred, pain or pleasure. I never catch myself at any time without a perception and never can observe anything but the perception.

David Hume, the 18th-century Scottish philosopher, wrote those thoughts in his 1741 work Treatise of Human Nature. Hume is explaining an acute action of the mind when he talks about perceptions. Perceptions can be truths as well as untruths, but we accept them all as facts. They become a piece of our knowing. We use perceptions to dissect our experiences. In that regard, they become influences that direct our emotional and physical behavior. Perceptions rule our actions, and we wait for confirmation from others to continue those actions.

Actions are our direct response to perceptions. Action is energy, so our perceptions are filled with the power of energy. We can build, destroy and complicate situations using a single perception. That perception will linger in our brains until another one enhances it or replaces it. Changing perceptions is not easy. We guard our knowledge even if it has been tainted by faulty associations and influences. We have been taught to be right, and think right, so we rely on our perceptions to confirm our conformity. We even mold our perceptions, so they conform to the perception of others. Their vision of right influences our vision, even when their vision is colored with emotions and fear.

We don’t travel inside of our perceptions and see the infinite field of choices within the mind. We usually pick one or two choices and live them. But this infinite field inside the mind is where realities are molded. It is where the self projects the self into every physical scenario. When we begin to observe the self within our perceptions, the perceptions change. We sense more of who we are. Our cognate sense begins the action that guides our perceptions and the choices within them.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Imagined Dreams

The path of experience is nowhere settled. There is no one road that does not have avenues to another. There are deep veins of probable actions ever available to you at any given time. Your imagination can be of great value, allowing you to open yourself to such courses; you can then use it to help you bring these into being.

In your mind see those probable abilities or events taking place. As you do, the intensity of your desire brings them into your experience. There are no boundaries set about the self.

Jane Roberts wrote those thoughts in her book, The Unknown Reality. Imagination is a powerful tool. In our imagined dreams, the world and the elements within it are moving toward a preconceived goal. We imagine life as it can be, not what it is. We sense our power-based laws falling into a pit of contempt, and the lawmakers that enforce them are dripping with the sap of self-incriminating Botox. The boundaries of the mindless power merchants are shrinking in fact-less fiction. And as they do, the individuals within us become responsible for these self-created dreams.

In these imagined dreams, we are responsible for creation. The laws within these dreams conform to several roads that drift in and out of probable actions. We accept each road and follow every course until a beacon shines in the inner sanctuary of peaceful realism. In that sacred place, we live to imagine more, and we dream endlessly to become what we are.

What we are in these dreams is just a spark in the fire of time-motivated, truthful proficiencies. These innocuous truths signal nothing, but another stop in the endless journey to feel the moral and immoral actions of our soul.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Sneerful Insanity

Life is a series of punctuated conscious moments. Much like the frames of a motion picture on a reel passing through a projector create an image and then vanish, our awareness of life also passes from instant to instant.

Every action we take involves this kind of on-off movement. Each time we raise an eyebrow in incredulity, or flare our nostrils in a sneer, a large number of mental events occur. As we listen to an untrustworthy politician's speech, not all of our neurons, muscle fibers, skin patched, and nerve endings want to go along to produce our incredulous sneer.

In a society of sneerers, your sneer is expected. You have learned well how to sneer. You have watched your peers sneer. You have learned just how to hold your head, to flare your nostrils, and to condescend. The society of sneerers could conceivably encompass a whole country! In such a country perhaps sneering becomes an accepted, expected norm, and if we lived in that country perhaps our normal expression would be sneerful. Thus our faces become the face of a nation. Not only that, but our way of speaking may be shaped by our faces, our expressions literally shaping the very way we utter a word.

What would have to occur to create a shift from a sneer to a grin? Simply awareness and intent would do it.

Fred Alan Wolf Ph.D. wrote those thoughts. We live in a world of duplicity. A world where associations like right and wrong, good and bad influence our beliefs in one way or another. We want to be on the side of right and good, but as we work toward those goals, we find those associations have elements of bad and wrong interlaced in them.

There is a sneer in our laughter and pride in our prejudice. We travel the road to justice on a broken wagon filled with past expectations. Our sense of comradery is infused with morsels of doubt, and our vindictiveness is salted with a beaker of remorse.

We forget that this world is a fraction of our life and snippet of our purpose. We treat our emotional wounds with the ointment of redundancy and heal in the arms of our sneerful democracy. We do all of this to feel our sneers, our laughter and our beliefs. We are purpose- filled warriors. We fight to do what we do never knowing what we are doing. And in the final act of surrender we sneer at the love and then fall in love with the sneerful insanity of it all.

Friday, March 6, 2015


Enlightenment we can thus see is an absolute state of mind in which no ‘discrimination’ takes place and it requires a great mental effort to realize this state of viewing all things ‘in one thought.’

In fact, our logical as well as practical consciousness is too given up to analysis and ideation; that is to say, we cut up given realties into elements in order to understand them; but when they are put together to make the original whole, its elements stand out too conspicuously defined, and we do not view the whole ‘in one thought.’

And as it is only when ‘one thought’ is reached that we have enlightenment, an effort is to be made to go beyond our relative empirical consciousness, which attaches itself to the multitudinosity and not to the unity of things.

D.T. Suzuki, the 20th century’s most well-known authority on Zen, wrote those thoughts in his essay Enlightenment and Ignorance. Our practical consciousness takes us on a journey that has many stops. These stops are filled with thoughts. We don’t always know what we think since there is a confused state of awareness between the stops.

We call these stops experiences in our reality, and we use them to touch the enlightenment within them. Enlightenment is the vacillating, indescribable fence that contains all the stops and experiences within the action of consciousness. Enlightenment is not a thing or a place. Enlightenment can’t be taught or lost. It can’t be bartered or sold. But it can be the action we sense as our practical consciousness adjusts to the speed of no-thought.

How we reach and sense, this action of consciousness is our choice. We don’t need to meditate or run off to a monastery and fast for life. But what we must do is accept our self as a whole part of the whole of consciousness where enlightenment freely roams.

Friday, February 27, 2015

The Hour Without Minuteness

The hour is striking so close above me,

So clear and sharp,

That all my senses ring with it.

I feel it now: there’s a power in me

To grasp and give shape to my world.

I know that nothing has ever been real

Without my beholding it.

All becoming has needed me.

My looking ripens things

And they come towards me, to meet and be met.

Rilke wrote the Book of Hours between 1899 and 1903. The book was published in 1905, and the poem above is the first poem in the section called The Book of a Monastic life.

Rilke’s message is a simple but complex one to understand. The hour Rilke talks about has been the topic of religious discussions for centuries. Is the hour real, and is our beholding of it real? The answer lies in our becoming.

Becoming is an interesting thought. We are becoming in awareness. A veil is being lifted from our senses, and our minds ring with the creative act of feeling. The realness of the moment is reinforced by the hour striking our perceptions. Time mails the envelope of sanity to a grave-site, and the postmark on its face is stamped with the memory of an hour. The hour without minuteness is buried within the hours. Those hours scream for more until our becoming pulls on the faceless hands of hours and we feel the power. That feeling ripens the hour of that which we already are.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Our Religious Wave

The notion that somebody literally made the world─ that is what is known as artificialism. It is the child’s way of thinking: the table is made, so somebody made the table. The world is here, so somebody must have made it.

There is another point of view involving emanation and precipitation without personification. A sound precipitates air, then fire, then water and earth─ and that’s how the world becomes.

The whole universe is included in this first sound, this vibration, which then commits all things to fragmentation in the field of time. In this view, there is not someone outside who said, “Let it happen.”

Joseph Campbell shared those thoughts with Bill Moyers and then wrote them in his book The Power of the Myth. We do make God in our image. Then we say, he made our world and everything in it. He made the universe and all universes, but we don’t really understand the how and the why of all those makings. God is the be all and do all in our two-thousand-year-old religious wave. If we buck the wave, we buck God. God didn’t say that. Our religious leaders said it for him, her or it.

We talk to God in prayers and with our positive intentions, but God doesn’t always give us the answer we expect. We don’t usually expect much since our religious wave has us covered in sin. Sin is another myth made by men who profess to know what God wants. Obviously God doesn’t want. He has made everything according to our religious wave.

But, as Campbell points out, all this fuss about God is just that. The makings, the fixings and the sin are all man-made myths to make the wave hit the shore of artificialism. There is a better definition of God. God is the eternal expansion of awareness through individual consciousness. Every form of consciousness is expanding in awareness. The universe, the world, man, animals, insects, the air, space and so on. Everything is and has consciousness. Consciousness is the infinite energy within energy. The religious wave has hit the shore of artificialism, but it is in the process of expanding the awareness of its individual consciousness.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

The Nest Of Angels

Jonathan Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew away out beyond the Far Cliffs. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see.

He learned more each day. He learned that a stream-lined high-speed dive could bring him to find the rare and tasty fish that schooled ten feet below the surface of the ocean; he no longer needed fishing boats and stale bread for survival. He learned to sleep in the air, setting a course at night across the offshore wind, covering a hundred miles from sunset to sunrise. With the same inner control, he flew through heavy sea-fogs and climbed above them into dazzling clear skies . . . in the very times when every other gull stood on the ground, knowing nothing but mist and rain. He learned to ride the high winds far inland, to dine there on delicate insects.

What he had once hoped for the flock, he now gained for himself alone; he learned to fly and was not sorry for the price he had paid. Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom, fear and anger are the reasons that a gull’s life is so short, and with these gone from his thoughts, he lived a long fine life indeed.

Richard Bach opened the eyes of readers back in 1970 when Jonathan Livingston Seagull was published. Opening our eyes and seeing is a morning task that starts another day, but we rarely see the beauty within that task. We are so immersed in the influences and associations of previous days; we fail to fly solo as we wake and address each new day. Our sense of beauty is a diluted form of reality where conformity covers our inner awareness.

Paying attention to the creative act of opening our eyes can start a process of knowing that usually waits between the dark shadows of fear. If we pull ourselves out of our fixated bed and wash the cobwebs of objective intoxication from our thoughts, we begin to sense the art of flying. We fly solo into the far reaches of consciousness and we intermingle with clouds of wisdom. We see and sense what we never see as we open our eyes each morning.

Absorbing that wisdom is our birthright. It is our badge of connected individuality. It is the birthplace of the soul and the nest of angels.