Showing posts with label Brahman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brahman. Show all posts

Monday, April 19, 2010

On Conceptualized Reconnaissance

These are the secret sayings that the living Jesus spoke and Didymos Judas Thomas recorded.

1. And he said, "Whoever discovers the interpretation of these sayings will not taste death."

2. Jesus said, "Those who seek should not stop seeking until they find. When they find, they will be disturbed. When they are disturbed, they will marvel, and will reign over all. [And after they have reigned they will rest.]"
-- The "Lost" Gospel of Thomas, The Gnostic Society Library

You will not learn ultimate reality here.  As much as we may read or write about the Universe, as long as we confuse knowledge and knowing, we are lost.  No matter how much knowledge we can collect, how many observations or measurements, the illusion, the big act of separation created by our differing sensory perspectives and experiences, leads us to arrange and rearrange the data endlessly to appease certain localities of power.  Knowing, alternatively, works far more subtly and creatively.  Inspired by the heart, we all know the most basic universal feelings; love, empathy, creativity, whatever one may call it.  These are intrinsically bound to the experience of consciousness, even in its own vacuity.  They are so crucial to the experience of consciousness and the unquenchable thirst for knowledge; in this dimension does creativity carry forth.  As night and day, the seasons of the year, the lunar cycle, solar cycle each have their own rhythms, consciousness follows observable patterns as well, both following such predictable patterns and defying them.  These patterns we may really understand as karma, or the dimension of action, of intentional, conscious, knowing action, bound by dharma, often understood as duty.  This isn't to say some pre-determined purpose which you are bound to, because the karmic cycle operates both within and without us.  Just as the apples which grew provide the seed, or essence, of the tree, so do you provide the essence of the Universe, your Universe.  Our brain, which our hearts grow with(out) even knowing it, is a clear reflection of what we too often consider the other, or everything outside of our selves, the Universe.  We purposely forget it is our Universe, constructed by our brains to provide endless wonder, joy and play.  We get caught in the delusion that others are responsible for our (mis)fortunes while, truly, there is no other.  As lonely as infinite singularity is, we constantly recreate our initial Question, a steady Om that still resonates through the Universe.  From there, consciousness expands ever outward like a wildfire producing myriad variety and endless wonder.  So You, not they, are the dreamer of reality, and your heart knows it.  When you becomes We, then, We know it; our heart knows it.  When our heart knows it, our mind fades and knowledge is no longer shrouded in mystery.  Just as it starts with the creation of a question, it soon provides an answer, related to the cycles of karma. Our expectations, as action, perpetually produce results, manifesting synchronicities and imagination, further perpetuating creativity.  Like the Universe, our consciousness expands infinitely, beyond measure, and so we're always chasing it.  We purposefully can't keep up, because it's better than nothing.    Of course, still, though We can describe it, understand it, transmit it through words, how do we know it? For the act of inertia, of knowing absolutely, becomes uncreative, finite or destructive.  Though neither can exist without the other, quenching the thirst of knowing, if ever even possible, seems the downturn in the cycle.  When we become satiated, the effort and action cease to matter, and insignificance spawns irrelevance and apathy, the opposites of duty, love and empathy which are derived of creatively seeking knowledge, constantly, perpetually into infinity.  So a goal can be established that We, knowing as One, born of the heart's creativity will forever seek to know to perpetuate the creative process --not our selves, but the Self of the Universe within all of us.  Power is found nowhere but everywhere.



You must be the change you wish to see in the world. 
-- Mahatma Ghandi

Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Life Flows on Within You and Without You



The Beatles feel it.

Friday, April 16, 2010

...so what are You doing Brahman?...



I wish I had his eloquence and accent. We're working on it. Sweet dreams lovers!

How do We be great?

HOW?
Dedicated
Understanding
Universe

We

BEings
GRanted
EArTh
All
Derivations
One

through laughter love n light;
for Understanding, Bliss n Peace

-loving poetic inspiration

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The Power of Love

"Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me Truth" -- Henry David Thoreau




While grappling with the difficult existential questions upon which religions are formulated, we've come to quite a multiplicity of explanations throughout history.  Ultimate reality is clearly a matter for debate, and yet, despite occasional (in)certitude(s), we often agree that It transcends human perception and language.  We can point to God's existence but never exactly locate Him.  Through faith we believe, but, as reason inevitably falls short in describing absolute Truth, we have trouble transcending human labels and attributes.  We ultimately must settle for describing Brahman in vague, abstract terms.  More often than not, we know It most fully with our hearts rather than our minds.  An intellectual analysis of the absolute is prone to both the beauty and limitations of our constructed semantics.  Though theologies abound in multitudes, they are all intrinsically tethered to the social, cultural and political realities in which they were developed.  Indeed, a religion's success or failure is dependent upon exactly such realities, rather than the actual content or intention of the theology itself.  Love, however, is innate, never learned, and an integral part of Our common path to Enlightenment.  Without love, a child could have no mother, a father no son, lovers couldn't love, and existence as we understand it could not exist.  Therefore, despite the vacuity of attempted descriptors of Brahman, Universal love is poignantly more accessible, by all, for all, and, most importantly, from all.  Of course, "it ain't easy out there for a pimp."  As much as we may espouse theologies of Universal love, our sensory perceptions of reality often lead to its opposite: hate.  And if love accesses Truth, hate, then, is its opposite, at least in pragmatic, practical, everyday, mundane semantics; access of unTruth.  In other words, hate is delusion, only propagated by samsara, or through human suffering.  This is not to say that hate is necessarily wrong, or to be avoided at all cost, for, certainly, some are deserving of hate.  Instead, hate, or even more simply put, aversion, is no less than desire turned on its head, called by another name.  Rather than uniting us, hate further splinters our already disparate personal realities, and so the cycle continues...
Love, not hate, then, is the most readily accessible manner in which We can truly realize a more interconnected, deeper and more absolute understanding of Brahman, the Universe, Dao, God, Adonai, Allah, and Ultimate Reality, whatever your personal preference may be.





 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
      Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
      What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
      Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
      Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
      What's in a name? that which we call a rose
      By any other name would smell as sweet;
      So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
      Retain that dear perfection which he owes
      Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
      And for that name which is no part of thee
      Take all myself.



"...the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return..."          --Nat King Cole



Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!