“We have only this moment,
sparkling like a star in our hand...
and melting like a snowflake.”

The Real Prophecy

When we detach ourselves from our daily affairs, from our own biased views, opinions, perception filters, social conditioning (culture/the program), fears, cravings and so on, in other words our entire reality-tunnel, our perception of reality changes quite a bit. From this refreshed point of view we can better look into the reality of the human condition both in the micro and the macro levels. Also, and perhaps most importantly, we acquire a different perspective of our own internal processes. These two, the way we see ourselves and the way we see the world, are not mutually exclusive, in fact they are connected and depend on one another.

Inner Space and the Astronaut Neuron

A small tale to tell your kids before they go to bed:
Once upon a time on a perfectly normal blood cycle, a small little neuron in someone's brain, without quite knowing why, began to wonder about who he was after all, and what thing is this going around about the Great Brain that all other neurons speak about and to whom they say they serve.

The Taste of Truth

"The only book worth reading,
is the Heart."
Ajahn Chah

I like honey. It has a very distinctive flavor, unlike any other kind of candy or sugar. I love eating pancakes with honey. It's amazing that this gift of Nature comes from the world of insects. Normally when we think of insects we think of flies, annoying mosquitoes and other flying things. But there are these beings known as honeybees that through a natural and mysterious alchemical process, transform the nectar and pollen from flowers in a creamy and delicious goo. It's amazing!

A Child's Play

Excerpt from Hermann Hesse's novel "Steppenwolf":
"Well, get up, so I told myself, lather yourself, scrape your chin till it bleeds, dress and show an amiable disposition towards your fellow-men. And while I lathered my face, I thought of that sordid hole in the clay of the cemetery into which some unknown person had been lowered that day.

Don't try to understand

Doubts, uncertainties, words
Chaos, struggle, certainties
We can read, talk and think
Yesterday and tomorrow,

But,

The answer, clarity, knowing
Peace, a smile, kindness
Within, invisible, a feeling
Now,

Don't try to understand

Understanding

Our normal human language is perhaps far too limited, too much distortions can occur, resulting in non-synchronous comunication, misunderstanding. The simple word "tree" might mean one thing to you and another to me. It might bring back diferent sensations, memories, emotions and images to each one of us. And "tree" is not an abstract word. The problem increases exponentially when we deal with abstract notions such as those used in philosophy, religion, psychology etc.

Travel lightly














Lost faces, forgotten moments
Broken dreams, kept regrets
Arise to us on this journey like dust in the eyes
This is our weight, the pain of living
The shadow that darkens the intimate

In this waters we sail
Time devours us
Silence does not listen
Darkness does not show itself
Always indifferent, the same

Let us travel lightly on this river
Not depending, with open hands
Looking at the shores, we smile
And far away, the horizon that awaits us
Where shadows do not exist

Paint the Void














Nothing is true
Form and symbol are illusion
Shut up, calm down and feel the place of no illusion
The rest is a dream, imagination, mirrors
This experience is our painting the Real paints before us, for us and through us
It extends in time and space, always changing, destroying and creating
Folly and wisdom, holiness and lust, soldier and artist, lover and murderer
All in an eternal and surreal whirl
It's just us, this feeling, the invisible pearl in the heart
Which lives in us and in which we all live
Where is the sense?
Not on the canvas, not in the end, but in the dance of the brushes
Dance your life, speak your silence, paint the Void
And you will awaken the Dreamers and forget the saboteurs







A nameless journey



A nameless journey

By that whisper we are brought
Into a mirage that separates us
And in it we are taken
To the endless end
Where the loneliness we all are
Silently whispers time

The Unnamed

Who is flying in the bird?
Who is peeking through our eyes?
The clouds and our hearts
Carry this Unnamed Mystery

Express the Source

"Before our white brothers arrived to make us civilized men, we didn’t have any kind of prison. Because of this, we had no delinquents. Without a prison, there can be no delinquents. We had no locks nor keys and therefore among us there were no thieves. When someone was so poor that he couldn’t afford a horse, a tent or a blanket, he would, in that case, receive it all as a gift. We were too uncivilized to give great importance to private property. We didn’t know any kind of money and consequently, the value of a human being was not determined by his wealth. We had no written laws laid down, no lawyers, no politicians, therefore we were not able to cheat and swindle one another. We were really in bad shape before the white men arrived and I don’t know how to explain how we were able to manage without these fundamental things that (so they tell us) are so necessary for a civilized society.”
John (Fire) Lame Deer, Sioux Lakota, 1903-1976.

The Sword of Truth

This was inspired by a recent Secret Sun post.

What got me into the ancient Mysteries and Esotericism and so on, was an insatiable hunger to know, to think, to put the pieces together, to understand. This is what got me started into all this and I assume the same applies to all of you.

All this ancient traditions are like a science of how to connect to this Spiritual Source within. It's a mind program that allows the "sacred marriage" to occur (mind and heart), Gnosis, awakening etc. It's a mind program that provides freedom from the false mind program, or the "Distortion" as Neil Kramer puts it.

Free your Ego

Vader: the Shadow within, the masks we use, fear
This post was inspired by this very interesting podcast:

Spirit Science Podcast, Episode 1: The Ego… Friend or Foe??

You can't play your Playstation game without a control pad. In the same way you can't experience life without an ego. You may starve it, flat it, try to kill it, but it will remain until the day we die.

To me it is much more relevant and interesting the fact that most people in general are still holding on to an old paradigm that has brought a lot of suffering and injustice. Why do we continue the harmful behaviour towards others, nature and ourselves? Why the passivity, submission, acceptance of so much corruption and stupidity?

What is Truth?

Akhenaten, Nefertiti and their children under the Aton
Here we are alive and breathing without knowing why or how. This is a very interesting point for me.

No human being has ever made the decision to exist. Nobody knows why they exists, nobody knows what was before and what comes after this existence.

Of course we can speculate we did choose to exist, but still we're just using this mind and the ability to think and imagine to speculate, it is never the Truth. We can also speculate by looking at what was before us, rocks, fossils. Or by studying other life forms, or the outside emptiness of Space. We also try to anticipate the future by imagining or calculating odds and probabilities.

Prometheus Rising

Prometheus observing Athena giving reason to his creation, Man
Excerpt from Robert Anton Wilson's book "Prometheus Rising" chapter seven:
"(...) Most of what we perceive in the human environment is made up of concretized ideas. Look again at a human community; you are seeing the historical human mind manifesting itself.
All ideas are not equally good, of course.
All manifested ideas (human creations in the biosphere) are, therefore, not equally good.

No Fixed Position or War

Szukalski
Excerpt from Ajahn Sumedho's Dhamma book "Now is the Knowing":
"(...) The Buddhist way is a way of 'no fixed position'. There is no position that one takes as a Buddhist. That is a strange one isn't it? We are not asked to believe in Buddha, there is no for or against, no affirming or denying. We watch any attachments to Buddhism. We may think; 'Buddhism is the best!' Or; 'It's probably worthless.' From the ideal position we may think: 'I shouldn't have any opinions at all; one shouldn't have opinions or views.' But that is another opinion. Having no fixed position is not another position, but a reflection on any position. It is a great relief to the heart, really, not to feel that we have to know everything or have everything, and not to have to defend actions. I have found myself being very defencive about my way of life, trying to justify it, trying to make other people understand, trying to prove that it is right. Some opinions may be right, some wrong, but when we grasp them as absolutely right or absolutely wrong, then we are deluded by them."

You are It

Hopi Indian
Excerpt from Szukalski's book "Inner Portraits", regarding his sculpture "Hopi Indian":
"Some of the captions with these sculptures are remote, because I wish to smuggle into the reader's mind that ART is far simpler than the pseudo-profound creations of contemporary intellectuals imply."
"In many cases among the finest examples of Art, the creators were simple-minded people who expounded no theories about their profession, but merely followed their instinctive judgements like regular workers. I shall approach you as possible youths who long to create with impatient hands, but may have become paralysed by self-doubt because this epoch has built so many sterile notions. From my long life as a sculptor, I can tell you the REAL TRUTH, since my superfluous skills qualify me to call my opinions VALUABLE."

Beyond Knowing

Zdzisław Beksiński, Untitled
Excerpt from Loren Eiseley's book "The Star Thrower", chapter "The Hidden Teacher":
"(...) I once received an unexpected lesson from a spider. It happened far away on a rainy morning in the west. I had come up a long gulch looking for fossils, and there, just at the eye level, lurked a huge yellow-and-black orb spider, whose web was moored to the tall spears of buffalo grass at the edge of the arroyo. It was her universe, and her senses did not extend beyond the lines and spokes of the great wheel she inhabited. Her extended claws could feel every vibration throughout that delicate structure. She knew the tug of wind, the fall of a raindrop, the flutter of a trapped moth's wing. Down one spoke of the web ran a stout ribbon of gossamer on which she could hurry out to investigate her prey."

The Treasure Map

William Blake's Ancient of Days
Check out first the posts "Alien Within" and "The Great Mystery".

Excerpt from Aldous Huxley's book "
The Perennial Philosophy", chapter "Time and Eternity":
"(...) The Sufi", says Jalal-uddin Rumi, "is the son of time present". Spiritual progress is a spiral advance. We start as infants in the animal eternity of life in the moment, without anxiety for the future or regret for the past; we grow up into the specifically human condition of those who look before and after, who live to a great extent, not in the present but in memory and anticipation, not spontaneously but by rule and with prudence, in repentance and fear and hope; and we can continue, if we so desire, up and on in a returning sweep towards a point corresponding to our starting place in animality, but incommensurably above it.

Civilisation, the Ego and Fear

In Hoc Signo Vintes by Zdzisław Beksiński
I'll try to explain with this post the relationship between civilisation, the ego and fear.

What is the Ego?

The Ego is a mechanism, or a filter, that our minds create to keep us in tune with the reality in which we live. The Ego is constantly making a censorship of the infinity of information and sensations that constantly surround us, allowing in only the signals that comply with our mental program (our belief systems, behaviour patterns, education, etc) that we have assimilated since the early days of childhood. This mechanism is very important for the psychological integrity of the individual.

The Beast Within and Without

Buddha pacifies a raging elephant
It is possible to look at the mystery of Life from a variety of perspectives. If we believe in any one of them, it will always look real. An interesting perspective suggests that human thought and reason are a specialisation of Nature in response to the need for survival.

Existence is a huge burden and may even become a living hell when under the weight of fear and the need for defence from an outside threat. When we see what the primitive man had to face at the start of his journey one can almost feel a certain compassion for him. Just look for example at the first part of the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey. Primitive man is depicted as an animal struggling for survival every day. From every side lurked the danger that threatened the primary directive present in every living being: SURVIVAL. It is from this danger that our fear was born.

Words are not It

samsara
Again, from Aldous Huxley's book "The Perennial Philosophy", chapter "Truth":
 "(...) The experience of seeing the sky or having neuralgia is incommunicable; the best we can do is to say "blue" or "pain", in the hope that those who hear us may have had experiences similar to our own and so be able to supply their own version of the meaning. God, however, is not a thing or event in time, and the time-bound words which cannot do justice even to temporal matters are even more inadequate to the intrinsic nature and our own unitive experience of that which belongs to an incommensurably different order.

Lovelessness of State, Corporation and Religion

Aldous Huxley rolls in his grave
Artwork by dregstudios
Excerpt from Aldous Huxley’s book “The Perennial Philosophy”, from the chapter “Charity”

“(...) Our present economic, social and international arrangements are based, in large measure, upon organized lovelessness. We begin by lacking charity* towards Nature, so that instead of trying to co-operate with Tao or the Logos on the inanimate and subhuman levels, we try to dominate and exploit, we waste the earth’s mineral resources, ruin it’s soil, ravage its forests, pour filth into its rivers and poisonous fumes into its air.