‘Teaser’ To The Film

A few clips Moira liked from the film, she threw together. Now we both begin experimenting with filters and learning to use Final Cut Pro. Fun times – fo real

From the book I am currently reading

In the Bible, God declares: “I am the Alpha and the Omega, and I am the living One.” In the timeless realm where God dwells, which is also your home, the beginning and the end, the Alpha and the Omega, are one, and the essence of everything that ever has been and ever will be is eternally present in an unmanifested state of one-ness and perfection – totally beyond anything the human mind can ever imagine and comprehend. In our world of seemingly separate forms, however, timeless perfection is an inconceivable concept. Here even consciousness, which is the light emanating from the eternal Source, seems to be subject to a process of development, but this is due to out limited perception. It is not so in absolute terms. Nevertheless, let me continue to speak for a moment about the evolution of consciousness in this world.

Everything that exists has Being, has God-essence, has some degree of consciousness. Even a stone has rudimentary consciousness; otherwise, it would not be, and its atoms and molecules would disperse. Everything is alive. The sun, the earth, the plants, animals, humans – all are expressions of consciousness in varying degrees, consciousness manifesting as form.

The world arises when consciousness takes on shapes and forms, thought forms and material forms. Look at the millions of life forms on this planet alone. In the sea, on land, in the air – and then each life form is replicated millions of times. To what end? Is someone or something playing a game, a game with form? This is what the ancient seers of India asked themselves. They saw the world as lila, a kind of divine game that God is playing. The individual life forms are obviously not very important in this game. In the sea, most life forms don’t survive for more than a few minutes after being born. The human form turns to dust pretty quickly too, and when it is gone it is as if it had never been. Is this tragic or cruel? Only if you create a separate identity for each form, if you forget that its consciousness is God-essence expressing itelf in form. But you don’t truly know that until you realise your own God-essence as pure consciousness.

If a fish is born in your aquarium and you call it John, write out a birth certificate, tell him about his family history, and two minutes later he gets eaten by another fish – that’s tragic.  But it’s only tragic because you projected a separate self where there was none. You got hold of a fraction of a dynamic process, a molecular dance, and made a separate entity out of it.

Consciousness takes on the disguise of forms until they reach such complexity that it completely loses itself in them. In present-day humans, consciousness is completely identified with its disguise. It only know itself as form and therefore lives in fear of the annihilation of its physical or psychological form. This is the egoic mind, and this is where considerable dysfunction sets in. It now looks as if something had gone very wrong somewhere along the line of evolution. But even this is part of lila, the divine game. Finally, the pressure of suffering created by this apparent dysfunction forces consciousness to dis-identify from form and awakens it from its dream of form: It regains self-consciousness, but it is at a far deeper level than when it lost it.

This parable is explained by Jesus in his parable of the lost son, who leaves his father’s home, squanders his wealth, becomes destitute, and is then forced by his suffering to return home. When he does, his father loves him more than before. The son’s state is the same as it was before, yet not the same. It has an added dimension of depth. The parable describes a journey from unconscious perfection, through apparent imperfection and “evil” to conscious perfection.

Can you see now the deeper and wider significance of becoming present as the watcher of your mind? Whenever you watch the mind, you withdraw consciousness from mind forms, which then becomes what we call the watcher or the witness. Consequently, the watcher – pure consciousness beyond form – becomes stronger, and the mental formations become weaker. When we talk about watching the mind we are personalising an event that is truly of cosmic significance: through you, consciousness is awakening out of its dream of identification with form and withdrawn from form. This foreshadows, but is already part of, an event that is probably still in the distant future as far as chronological time is concerned. This event is called – the end of the world.

When consciousness frees itself from its identification with physical and mental forms, it becomes what we may call pure or enlightened consciousness, or presence. This has already happened in a few individuals, and it seems destined to happen soon on a much larger scale, although there is no absolute guarantee that it will happen. Most humans are still in the grip of the egoic mode of consciousness: identified with their mind and run by their mind. If they do not free themselves from their mind in time, they will be destroyed by it. If you don’t get off, you will go down with it. The collective egoic mind is the most dangerously insane and destructive entity ever to inhabit this planet. What do you think will happen on this planet if human consciousness remains unchanged?

Majesty

BBC News  ::  Riots In Greece

Eye Of God Nebula: beautiful.

Love

Accouchement  (Childbirth)  -  from  “Finding Beauty In The Wretched”

Mike entered the room. He was weary eyed and he had a tear in his eye. He was not sure why he had a tear in his eye but he had it anyway. He thought back to the comfort of recent and he smiled. He thought to the comforts of the future and he felt cleansed. Mike was rudely interrupted by the words of Aaron, who was sat next to him. Aaron liked Mike, but did not say anything. The reason he did not say anything was because Aaron was not really sure how he felt for Mike. You see, Aaron, despite his loneliness, felt like it was not a good idea to hurt Mike. Mike was a good person – he seemed oblivious to his surroundings but he wished everybody well, often putting his own needs before the of others.

Every once in a while Mike would walk from his hometown and visit the nearby village. There he would stand by this cottage which had a beautiful orcahrd next to it. Although being stood there alone, Mike stood in awe observing the beauty of the orchard, and the character of this house – where time had weathered its stones making them more round, and had impregnated the gaps between the stones with beautiful flowers he referred to as weeds. Mike realised looking up at the sky that it was the third time he had seen sunshine in the sky. He thought he was lucky that the weather had been so good to him, making him see this orchard and house in such beauty. He did not give it much thought though, as the weather was often sunny in this village.

Mike’s peace was disturbed by the cry of what sounded like a young child crying for its mother. A short distance away, upon observation, Mike saw a frail woman cry out as she hugged the dry earth beneath her. Mike felt worried and sick. He was not sure what he was witnessing before him but he was sure unsettled by witnessing this miscellaneous show of emotion. Mike felt like going up and embracing this lone woman, but he felt that this would degrade him a little and dirty the beautiful clean new clothes he purchased from a charity shop in his home town. Mike walked by this lady and smiled at her. He sang a song in his head that washed over his emotions like a wave. He dissolved in his silent peace. The birds sang and the songs sang.

Someone shouted out at Mike and taunted him at the feeble nature of his clothes. “I am dying soon, I am trying to live my life as well as I can – I do not wish for you to comment about my clothes as I wear them to keep me warm! I bought them from a charity shop to support those less fortunate from myself. Do I not deserve some respect and dignity as I walk my final steps?” cried Mike. The passer by just sniggered and walked by with a grin on their face. Mike happened upon a prostitute which he spat at. “How dare you degrade yourself in such a way whore!” he shouted. He knew that he was destined for one place upon his death – and this place was no place for the likes of this fat woman who gave up her soul to the devil. He walked by and felt more settled. What a strange day it had been indeed. He felt the sun shine upon his skin and everything was well.

Mike felt proud. There was not a lot left in his life, but he felt that he had self respect. He felt that his friends and family loved him – and with that he would carry their essence with him through eternity: in life and in death. He beat his chest and he shouted: “I have a broken body but I feel intoxicated and freed by the love that passes through my being here in this life. If I die today I am complete and I am gifted with beauty, intelligence, an angelic singing voice and every earthly charm my peers envy me for. God has been gracious to me!” He thanked God and thought how pleased he was at being brought up a devout Christian. For, without God, he felt life had no meaning.

Paul, a childhood friend of Mike’s walked by and shouted at him “Hey, Mike, where are you going?” Mike shouted back in an arrogant manner, “if you cared enough you would have followed me along this stoney path.” He slung his scarf back behind him and carried on walking feeling pleased that he made somebody he feel repressed by as a child feel small and irrelevant: albeit only for a brief moment. Mike heard another cry… he ran over to find that a child had been beaten up by some children. His left arm was bleeding.  Mike cried. He took off his jumper and wrapped it around the child’s bleeding arm and gave him enough money to enter the care of a hospital safely and securely. The child thanked him but Mike felt even worse for helping the child. He thought of the prostitute and wondered why he mocked her. Mike wondered what the difference was between himself and the prostitute. “Does she eat a different cereal? Do I drink sexual juices more reluctantly than her? Does she love differently to me?” Either way it did not matter. Mike did not have time to scuff his feet. He did not have the time to give thought so somebody who did not really matter along his path.

Finally Mike arrived. He entered the home of Tony. Tony shouted out “why do you enter this house where you are not welcome? your country buries itself in lies!” Mike felt insulted. “What do you mean my friend? I come bearing gifts, I kneel at your home after taking my shoes off and wiping my feet on your mat as to respect the space you have made sacred and homely, and you insult me with these words?” Tony replied “you have never been my friend, neither have you been anybody elses, as when you thought you were respecting me, you were serving yourself. when you felt you were blessed and given the gifts of God you were eating the sleeves on your arms. when you kissed your mother you kissed the mouth of a tramp, as you are a stranger to love, a stranger to sight, a stranger to life and most importantly, a criminal to yourself.” Mike punched the door of Tony’s house and walked outside, angry at his insulting and untrue words.

Mike felt a sharp pain to his chest and fell to the ground. He saw the prostitute he passed by early stroll by paying no attention to him – he knew he was dying, he knew he had no power within him to fight it – so he left go: gracefully he left go, confused, scared and yet humble and understanding. Everything made sense to him then. He felt peace in the still boastless being on the soil that held him to the ground, he felt the hand of his existence the busy murmur of his walk denied him of. Silently he whispered to himself “I’m sorry I never knew you” Mike closed his eyes and died.

The Art Of Words

“I just wanted to tell you that I love y01001000111110.”

Rainbow Artbox!

Is the name of the e-commerce I completed at 7am this morning. It’s ASP so I need to find a way of putting it somewhere publicly, where it will work.

Here is a small photo of it – yay it’s done

Asleep. Awake.

I just opened my window and saw the lights from afar twinkle. Whether it’s my tired eyes or that physics reason I was given but have since forgotten – it was pretty.

 

Outside soon it will get light

And the world is still sleeping

Still and awaiting tomorrow’s offerings

And I wait too with the fresh and still morning air

I travel through the ether to where you rest

I share in your peace with you

Share in all of tomorrow’s hopes born of today

And fade into morning with you : together

Asleep.

 

Hammock – Disappear Like The Morning…

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Tracy Chapman – If Not Now

If not now then when
If now today then
Why make your promises
A love declared for days to come
Is as good as none

You can wait ’til morning comes
You can wait for the new day
You can wait and lose this heart
You can wait and soon be sorry

Now love’s the only thing that’s free
We must take it where it’s found
Pretty soon it may be costly

If now now what then
We all must live our lives
Always feeling
Always thinking
The moment has arrived

It Was A Good Name And I Was Determined To Live Up To It

Dirty Elegance – Ode To Bartleby

The artist Dirty Elegance put up this album in full on Last.fm, which is great as it’s such a bloody fantastic listen! (also taught me that elegance is not spelled elegence :p). Varied, vibrant, energetic, dreamy, poignant, and a bunch of all those other words the fruity verbose reviews give all the time that suggest majestic and ethereal in 1000 more words.

Now, I return to obsessive listening of track number 6: “Black Beauty”… whilst I finish off this e-commerce website.

The mountain became a mole hill

a tunnel

And in brief moments, where I choose to turn left or right, shards of light drift left and right, overlapping and then returning to their place of origin.

I open my eyes and realise I wasn’t where I thought I was.

I stand and smile.

 

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