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  • Superego Loves the Enneagram of Personality Types

    Comparing Mind – Junkyard Dog of a Critic

    The problem with in-laws
    Is the concern
    For their family values
    Not you
    The mind’s orientation
    Toward the soul
    Is similar ———– jh

    It’s impossible to judge a book by its cover if there is no comparing mind. If there is no reference point for comparison then, it’s damn difficult to find fault with anything.

    comparing mind junkyard dog superegoNow, a comparing mind can be a good thing when it’s functioning free of the “judging mind”;  “inner critic”; superego; or “junkyard dog”. It helps us to get home with a sack of oranges instead of a box of zucchini. But, unless we have engaged in specific work on this part of ourselves, it’s a given that it is running amok and causing us an enormous amount of suffering.

    If we really look into the situation, we find that this junkyard dog is just plain mean and nasty. It’s being driven by self-hatred and it’s using our libidinal energy (life force) against us. I wish it weren’t so, but the situation is even worse. (more…)

  • Bulletproof Realization

    Self-Realization – Beyond Concepts, Beliefs, Attitudes & Attacks

    bulletproof realizationI got on the spiritual path at age 19. The experience that precipitated my interest in spiritual development, self-realization, God-realization, enlightenment and such was, at that time, just mind boggling. Today, I realize that the experience involved a descent of essence into my consciousness and body, and an awakening of the point.

    Like many, I have spent years seeking, searching, making half-assed attempts at meditation (daily practice), attending workshops, retreats and in the course of events spending more than tens of thousands of dollars. In the process of all of that, I matured (to some degree!) physically, emotionally and spiritually. My journey or process deepened. My orientation reoriented. My interests and curiosity started going places I could not have imagined.

    letting go weight liftingToday, I find myself here – not going anywhere, no interest in changing or making something happen. It seems things change on their own and that there is an intelligence guiding it all that is more in touch with what I need to unwind than my mind on it’s best day could offer up. A real weight-lifting experience – so to speak.

    I recently attended Byron Brown’s Soul without Shame workshop, a 3 1/2 day teaching on disengaging from the superego / inner critic. The superego / inner critic is one of the places of arrested development in our psyches and souls that constantly attacks and undermines our realization. Interestingly, in the beginning it actually serves us to move toward deeper realization, but then it really gets in the way. Doubt is one of it’s most effective tools. It also works through other people by producing attacks from the outside.

    So there I was minding my own business two days after the workshop reading a magazine when I came upon this:

    The harder you hit this material, the more powerful it becomes.  F. Daniel Tsai, Novana

    And that is where and how the words bulletproof and realization crossed paths in my brain and got me to thinking and contemplating bulletproof realization. I haven’t the time, nor inclination to share the breadth and depth of my contemplation, but I will say this – if we want to bulletproof our realization – live our realization, without goals & artifice, penness, curiosity and not-knowing are better supports and servants for orienting us.

    Realization is practice. Practice is realization.

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  • The Moment

    Some Thoughts on “The Moment”

    We know reification is at work when we think of it as this moment or the next moment. The moment is actually out of time.

    momentTime is rushing at us

    From everywhere

    From all directions

    From inside and outside

    From the past and future

    Physical time

    Emotional time

    Psychological time

    It’s absolutely

    Incredible

    How

    All of time

    Fits into the

    Moment

     

    The Inner Heart

    When heart touches earth,

    it also whispers upon the wind,

    engulfs the sea,

    and hears itself in every breast

    How is it possible

    to breathe in all of this beauty

    and empty oneself

    into the moment?

     

     

    Sleep

    sleeping momentIs the gift of God

    Don’t waste it on escaping this world

    Or flee there in boredom or despair

    Sleep for the sake of the soul

    Refresh yourself for tonight’s dancing and revelry

    A rested body and mind

    Is a great gift to throw into Nothingness

     

    Lay your body in the lap of the Beloved

    Deep sighs of the burden surrendered

    True support, the Divine Current

    Lay your head against the Beloved’s bosom

    Sighs of relief from separation

    Acceptance, the disappearing into Transparency

    Touch your heart-cheek to the Beloved’s

    Sweet melting sighs of ecstatic release

    The rich Perfume of The Beloved’s neck

    Is what you are

     

    Oh come, you

    Who work and struggle

    Who suffer and wander

    Who are weary and worn

    Rest for the sake of the soul

    Lay you heads and bodies down

    Lay your heart-cheeks upon His mercy

    Rest for the sake of the soul

     

    One moment

    In Absolute sleep

    Will

    Change

    You

    Forever

     

     

    There IS

    A point

    At the center of me

    That IS

    Not of this world

    All moments

    Within and without

    Intersect here

    All directions

    Lead to it

    It is not even

    A nanosecond’s width

    In space-time-existence

    It connects all moments

    And threads of time

    Reducing all time-maps

    To nothingness

    It is the non-function

    Birthing the Golden Mean

    Resolving all mathematics

    Into null

    It is the priorness

    The no-place

    Of the emergent bubble

    It is not here nor there

    But everywhere

    It cannot be found or located

    But is the core

    Of the Everything

    It is the utter calm

    The completely still

    To say

    It is this or that

    Is a deception

    It does not exist

    But is the ground

    That gathers every

    Present moment

    Into nowhere

    It is the Not-Now

    Of timelessness

    It is the ground of NOT

    Gravity-mass-movement

    And the soul

    Longs for its

    Intimate kiss

     

    Cessation

     

    moment in timeTime

    Has a way

    Of complicating life

    Here

    Is the key

    Of how

    To make life

    Very clear and simple

    Enter

    The moment

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  • Night

    nightNight

    Came silently into my house

    Illuminating dark spaces

    The hidden, the forgotten, the not-known

    Night

    Put the mind to rest

    And bedded the heart

    In the still-point of rapture

    Night

    Kisses my face

    Until I am no more

    Than it

    Mystical Poets

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  • The Art of the Steal

    Most Minds are Common Thieves

    Well at least mine is and has been. Part of the natural state of my mind and mental activity seems to be nothing more than simple, endless theft – always stealing someone else’s ideas and utterances. I offer no apology for my stealing activity, I understand it as part of the mind’s mechanical functioning.

    Damn, it’s a little more subtle and complicated than it appears. There’s this pesky identity that likes to assert ownership of “stolen goods.” Well, be that as it may, our minds like to gather up content, repackage it and sell it to the unsuspecting masses as original content.

    mechanical mind bullshittersNo wonder we become bored and jaded with life at times. Our world is filled with stolen goods activity supplied by almost 8 billion mechanical bull-shitters. Like many of you, I love to read fiction and go to the movies. Do we ever really see or read anything new? Endlessly rearranging content to sell ourselves an “original bill of goods” requires a lot of distraction and impaired awareness.

    And don’t fool yourself, I’m not about to stop. Not only is stealing masochistically and sadistically pleasing in its veiled form – I can’t quit. The identity conundrum again. The mind is going to continue to do what it does automatically and unconsciously. The thief is going to continue stealing – it is simply part of what it does.

    Oh well, I guess I will just have to rely on honor amongst thieves unless there is some other dimension of mind beyond thievery.

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  • More on Sensing, Looking & Listening

    Moving Beyond 6 Senses – Awareness & Consciousness

    As a continuation of my thoughts on Sensing, Looking & Listening, I must consider the senses. Seems obvious, but Sensing, Looking & Listening, if practiced and explored with sincerity, quickly leads beyond the senses.

    awareness practicsThe beginning practice of Sensing, Looking & Listening is associated with sight, sound & touch. As a first step, it is often suggested that one begin with the toes of one foot and move up the leg to the hip – slowly sensing each segment of the foot and leg. The sensing then moves to the fingers of the hand on the same side of the body and proceeds up the arm to the shoulder – again, sensing each segment as the awareness moves up the body. The practice then proceeds to the opposite shoulder moving down the arm to the leg and terminating at the toes on the opposite foot.

    As one gains proficiency sensing the body, looking and listening are added. When adding looking and listening, the practice is to not “go out” to see and hear, but to allow perception to come in – think receptivity.

    The art of sensing often carries a bit more emphasis as it is said that sensing is closer to how the soul perceives. So let’s look at this – what are we really exploring and developing? Our sensitivity for sure, but what does that imply? Ultimately, we are nurturing our capacity for awareness and consciousness.

    The soul is the field of consciousness, the medium of experience. More basic than consciousness is awareness, so what we are is fundamentally a self-aware field of experience. It shouldn’t be too much of a leap to understand how sensing is closer to how the soul perceives.

    If we are the medium of experience, then experience arises within the medium. This (us) self-aware medium perceives and knows by being “in touch” with what is forming within it – sensitive to the arising. The sensitivity is basic perception.

    One really cool thing is that the forms arising in the medium are also “of the medium. In this world, what we perceive of as physical forms, thoughts, feelings, emotions and sensations are all forms of, and within, the soul. One can experience this as a telescoping of perception – think about the endless reflections you see when you stand between two mirrors – forms within forms within forms. Not only this, but dimensions sensory deprivationwithin dimensions within dimensions.

    An Evolution of the Practice – Sensing, Looking & Listening Beyond the 6 Senses

    Imagine you are in a sensory deprivation chamber – what is sensing, looking & listening?

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    Ponder, wonder, contemplate…

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