the birthing of humanity

Wittgenstein said, "Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent." But whereof one can speak, one must speak.

Here is what I must speak:

Humans are moving into a higher consciousness, a wider and deeper Awareness. Do not keep looking at the daily news of murderous and stuporous insensitivity. That is the old consciousness. Humanity is on the move. A birthing is happening. The pressures of the womb, the womb of humanity, are increasing. We cannot stay in the foetal position to which we have become accustomed. It is time to be born. We are at the beginning of a consciousness change of humanity -- opening to the nondual rather than the dual is its longterm action.

unbuckle your seat belts, we are in for a ride!

We are moving into, are already in the beginning of a new era, the Era of Synthronicity, where every one and every thing are sitting on each other's lap simultaneously.

The old way, the Era of Materialism, has already blown apart. Both communism and capitalism, its two major ideologies or operating systems, have failed. The globalization that is occurring via communication is transcending those dinosauric power bases.

The old way is dying, is unsustainable.

We are moving into an era maximized by fluid grace, where all interacts with all. The rigid and the domineering will not make it. We are becoming synthronous, where we all (human and non-human, all life forms) are sitting on each other's laps simultaneously.

We have never faced this before. There is no map, only the journey. So center within your breathing and your open heart, unbuckle your seat belt, and don't hang on. Transformation is here!

shifting gears

In opening to the borning of new consciousness, we step outside the bounds of the known. The leap into the abyss. All hope with its laying of track into a future is abandoned. A hope chest is a drag. Containing hypnotic zombies. Throw it on the fire. What fire? That fire burning in the heart! The creative advance, some call it. The advance of creation, the ongoing process of the birthing of the cosmos. That little me, the one we each so carefully construct? Ditched! Compost! History! We step outside all bounds of the known. This vehicle has only two gears. Stagnation! Leap!

boomerang

"You, O so-and-so, are the effect of your cause" -- Ibn 'Arabi

Those words make my heart laugh at the vision of the circularity of ourselves. If I am the effect of my cause, I had better know what my cause is. And I do not mean how I was created or came into being. I mean my cause, that which I champion and campaign for.

For example, if my cause is to justify myself in my own eyes and in the eyes of others, then I am the effects of my eternal self-justifying, spinning in a sacrificial loop, and that which is sacrificed is my life.

If my cause is the opening of awareness to the knowing of the Wellspring of my being, then I am the effects of this awareness and this knowing, living with contentment, well-being, and happiness, yes, even joy, in an eternal relational loop, a friend of God. The effect of my cause is met and uplifted, soaring on a spiraling updraft into ever-greater intimacy and disclosure.

"You, O so-and-so, are the effect of your cause."

painful determination

The juxtaposition of spirit and matter brings peculiar situation. Such as pain. Matter pain does not affect spirit, perhaps its outer perimeter, but not its inner core. "Curse God and die!" said the folk surrounding Job. "Let your spirit be overwhelmed." "No way," said Job.

De-termination means marshaling all one's forces against termination. "This is not over." "This is not ended!"
The eternal Oh Yeah!?

The body suffers and the spirit hovers. Hovers over the face of the deep, refuses to be sucked in, brings life out of the pain itself.

An old meaning of suffer is allow, such as in "Suffer the little children to come unto me." Suffering is a delicate balance between allowing the pain while hovering above and beyond the pain and when possible sending one's blessings to the matter at the core of the pain.

This applies to both physical and mental pain.

the nerve of the monkey

"... for you are the temple of the living God" (2 Corinthians 6:16)

Hoo! Now there's a powerful statement! Startling! At the inner core of the temple is the Holy of Holies, the place where even the spit of sardonic humor evaporates, the site of the bone marrow of the cosmos, of the central nervous system and its core Nerve that no one dares or wishes to touch.

At one time It was hidden by a veil. The one priest / attendant / servant who went behind the veil to this awe full place risked his life each time. A rope was tied to one of his ankles in case he was struck dead so his body could be pulled out.

This holy fire burns at the core of us. We are too busy being monkeys to see or notice it, even though the veil of the temple has been split in two, torn apart, and all that is holy has been revealed -- in all cultures and traditions.

All secrets are out in the open. We are the temple of the living God, the springing of the Wellspring, the embodying of Spirit. And still we monkey around.

Now I'm all for the monkey. I'm an excellent monkey myself. But the monkey has his place. Reminds me of the story of the monkey and Buddha. As I recall, it goes something like this. The monkey was bragging of his prowess to Buddha. He told Buddha that since he was a magnificent leaper, he could leap beyond Buddha (who in this story was a manifestation of Spirit, of Awareness with a capital A).

Mister Awareness smiled and said okay, do it. But how will I know where you have leaped? You have to leave some sign. Mister Monkey said, I will take a piss at the exact spot of my landing. And zoom! Off he went in a mighty leap, passing through infinity after infinity, and landing at a pillar surrounded by vast nothing. He peed upon it and jumped back.

Well, how was that, Mister Awareness Dude? he swaggered. The Buddha held up his hand. At the base of one of his fingers was what looked and smelled suspiciously like fresh monkey piss.

We are not so great as we think we are. We are greater. Because at our core is the sacred altar, the altar of the Holy Fire. And no matter how much we piss around, It continues to Burn.

dancing the apocalypso

Are we truly approaching the end time? Is the human race about to cross the finish line, with any remnant running with the screaming meemies into a long dark night? Will everyone blow their nukes simultaneously? Will all the folk at the checkout counter pull their weapons and kill everyone ahead of them, especially the lady with all the coupons buried deep in the bottom of her purse? Has Gaia finally reached irritation saturation with the multitudinous flea bites Homo Erectus has imposed upon her and is about to apocalypt us into submission? Is the calendar coming to an end, no more pages to flip, no next month's picture with its cute kittens?

Are all the doomsday predictions about to come true? Are we about to commit mass suicide and the moon turn to blood and Jesus split the skies with a sick headache and a thirst for justice? Should you be stocking up on crates of Spam? Have we painted ourselves into a corner and are about to die from the toxic fumes? Will we end with a bang and a whimper? Is it a self-fulfilling prophecy from which someone will have to pry our cold dead fingers? Are our fates sealed? Is the human species one more experiment the universe has tried, is trying, with non-publishable results?

Are we about to dance the Apocalypso?

We live in two worlds -- the world of Appearance and the world of the Unseen. The realm of the Unseen gives birth to, is the source of the world of Appearance. The world of Appearance has always been on fire. Ever-changing, ever-shifting. In the world of Appearance, we cry peace where there is no peace.

The world of Appearance is forever apocalyptic, a world based on dualism and opposition, a consciousness state of division, at war with itself. As our consciousness states go, so goes the world.

We, as individuals and as a species, are being called to live in both realms simultaneously: the realm of Appearance and the realm of the Unseen. We have forced this call upon ourselves by pushing to the limit our living in the world of Appearance and the world of Appearance alone.

It is time to quit farting around and make a leap of consciousness here, to awaken into the reality of the Unseen, to center our consciousnesses firmly in the Unseen, while going about our business in the Apparent. I think that is what the Dance of the Apocalypso is all about. And never mind what you think everyone else is going to do. What are you doing with your shifting of consciousness?

God's viral scan of my soul

I have many Bibles. Various translations and editions. No need to list them all. But there is only one translation that has me -- the King James version.

I love that Shakespearean English. I like calling God Thou. A lovely word expressing both intimacy and distance, an intoning and sounding of loving respect. Where would we be without our Maker, the one who is closer to us than our very breath?

The Bible cannot be understood unless it is read by the heart. Here is part of Psalm 139. It opens with an appreciative acknowledgment of God's viral scan of my soul.

O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me.

Thou knowest my downsitting and my uprising,
thou understandest my thought afar off.

Thou compassest my path and my lying down,
and art acquainted with all my ways.

For there is not a word in my tongue,
but lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.

Thou hast beset me behind and before,
and laid thine hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high, I cannot attain unto it.

(Then the Psalm goes on to say that there is no escaping this viral scan, this thorough and loving search of one's innermost being.)

Whither shall I go from thy spirit?
or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there:
if I make my bed in helll, behold, thou art there.

If I take the wings of the morning,
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;

Even there shall thy hand lead me,
and thy right hand shall hold me.

If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me;
even the night shall be light about me.

Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee;
but the night shineth as the day:
the darkness and the light
are both alike to thee.

For thou hast possessed my reins:
thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

I will praise thee;
for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:
marvellous are thy works;
and that my soul knoweth right well.

I appreciate (hold precious) this viral scan.
Through it I know who I am and what I am,
"for I am fearfully and wonderfully made . . .
and that my soul knoweth right well."

the synthronizing of spirit and matter (part 1)

At the end of this dark age, when we consider matter to be all that exists and behavior to be the only meaningful aspect of the human psyche, we begin our swing back toward sanity. The reign of quantity is ending and openness to quality beginning.

The devolving dark age was based upon division and separation: mind from body, me from you, us from them; and upon denial: no spirit, no soul, no God, and certainly no contact with our Source. Science became not just a tool for understanding, but a religion, scientism. Greed became the order of the day, "progress" became our death chant. All earth and its inhabitants were seen as a storehouse for plunder, existing for one purpose only, to fuel and fill the insatiable maw of Man.

We are nearing the end of this pendulum swing, not because humankind wants to. We would like to suckle at the breast forever, gulping down our Mother's nutrition until we suckle a milkless corpse. Leeches. Parasites.

No, not because we want to, but because we are forced. I refer not just to the explosion of human population and the ever-dwindling resources. We are at the end of an Age. According to our seers, we are at the end, once again, of a Time. Our Time is up.

A brief pause will occur, the same pause as at the end of an outbreath, and then an inbreathing will occur. We will return to sanity, wondering how we could have been so insane. We are on the verge of a new Time, the time of synthronization of spirit and matter.