Love's Reflection, Love's Light

Love's Reflection Looking into these eyes gazing back so lovingly, seeing all that I am, all that I can be, staring at the reflection of love's light remembered so effortless I recall, the light that always was. It's the love that I am, the love that you are. It's the love that is, was, has and always will be.       --by Rinda --7/7, 12/14/06; 4/27, 5/08/08          (entered by MayarOwl)

Love's Light When love is set free, the light of the soul is revealed in all its wonder, in all its glory. When the light of the soul, the light of love is released, the heavens rejoice for another has come home.

Soles kissing

She whose feet have flown fleeing
need not leave soles of feet unkissed,
for she whose feet have flown fleeting
hath been seen sixty feet up in warm mist

playing and dancing in glee and glist
in soft woods above cabin where none see,
but one onlooking whose lips' passion kissed
soles of flying feet upon every part and pea.+

A twister of rope joins heavier one in soft thunder,
frothing on larger mountain top gently seething,
and sleep beneath eyelids from deep under
begins to see pen writing, softly breathing . . .

   --11/22/07

Megalomania you say . . .

  ['Eye in the Sky' courtesy: Tiig Ig (Keith Vanderwees)]

You have no idea, with what
few words I could disturb your
very 'foundation' of 'sanity,' leaving
you, ever unmoored from any reality.

But I stay my hand for sake of
His vengeance, not my own;
for your soul was not mine made
and cannot be unmade, not

by this hand that holds gently
most precious love, faith and
that which's only for the abased,
the greatest exaltation of all . . .

. . . on His return for those who've
loved hardest, with faith among many
wolves, vipers and those you've duped.
"Pah!" you say, but I stand at your peril . . .

. . . in intimacy of His vengeance,
in sweet company of His love and
patience for your certain end, yet
only a few years away now . . .

. . . by special order, of hate your own.

                                          *selah*

      --11/4/07

Like the Blob . . .

. . . it looks to cover the planet,
penning every heart to read
or lose to rain+, uncaring.
This place of bloggetry,

next stage of poetry which
dried up in dust of culture,
become irrelevant in debauchery,
who call unto dance+,+ & destruction . . .+

"White bird in a golden cage" . . .+
"Hurry high, butterfly" . . .+, +

   --10/5/07

All our lives and . . .

. . . no caring leaders; heaven shine your light down.
I'm not the only one, I hope, but
someone's next and won't know it.
Can't help them against advancing avalanche
of utter hate and murderous hearts . . .

I want to help, but you have to really hurt for it,
heart panting hard in deep desire for what's real,
of things not physical, emotional, even mental.
So then what's really real . . . ?

. . . only that which deepest desire for truth
can find, because nothing less is wanted
of what the world has nothing of . . .
in no care at all of truth it hates . . .

in deepest, hateful passion against few . . .
who have deepest hearts of caring and
compassion none can follow without hurt
of love and desire for nothing less than . . .

. . . truth, no matter what, and . . .
. . . no back doors here . . .+

   --10/23/07

Depression calls . . . ,

tears well up. I try not to answer . . . ,
knowing I'll spiral down again . . .
Here it comes..., can't help it . . .
Gotta' move..., gotta' get up . . . !

But it won't let go. Panting against tears . . . ,
hoping it won't go any lower; and then . . .
I remember helping my friend when she
couldn't help herself at the very bottom.

Seems like giving in is easier.
I know better..., but sigh in relief,
tears still rolling down, then
I think of you reading this . . .

Can you possibly see it, the panting . . . ,
the catching of breath against it?
If you understand, I do..., and . . .
if not, I can't help you . . . ,

but there is One Who can, Who
brought me up from even further down,
before, than I can tell you..., without . . .
Be glad you don't know,

because I prayed for you while
there, not knowing I'd rise . . .
to help anyone who could be helped,
against the scourge . . .

depression hauling you down . . .
for reasons I can't tell you . . .

      --10/10-11/07

Closing rank

Perhaps you know already of the sorrow,
unshared so long, sent on webbed wings
as bread upon waters, with little return.
I didn't want to hurt, but to break hearts,

that joy may be seen beyond the veil
few this life will look unto.
Hoping you'll see the desolation & turn
away toward the broken heart you need to

break yours in the best way, making sure
your joy'll never be lost in this life's dead end.
Close ranks, heart to heart, joy sharing joy,
sorrow sharing sorrow, tears gathered of Heaven.

Found greatest joy, and deepest sorrows,
learned to walk razor's edge between, overcoming
with faith sure enough to be carried unto
third Heaven, next on to new Universe . . .

. . . by arms of Whom sorrows knew best.


      --10/5/07

Without warning . . .

. . . I shared bi-polar anguish seven years.
Didn't know Jimi Hendrix, only the music.+
First wife couldn't be understood;
decades later second was best friend,

then understood perfectly, in deepest anguish,
worse than being mangled in a wreck.
Now I know I was drawn to them, because
I'd seen deepest sorrow, and highest joy, within.

Concerned to draw another, I stay myself;
but hold not back compassion, for theirs
is greater than yours, though you think not;
their love, too, deeper than you may want to know.

By sorcerous potions, drawn away suddenly, under
spell of lithium+, paxil/prozac and a dozen other "sundries."
We best friends, then lost of each other,
love of closest friend ever, gone . . .

. . . in distant haze, doctors and family uncaring . . .
and faith lost of compassion between dearest friends.


      --10/5/07

I've . . .

. . . been down that garden path (now enfolded)
that you still enthrall, in withheld wonder.
-------------------------------------------------------
. . . understood those depths and greater
that would drown one in anguish, or deepest epiphany;

and you hold back, fearing what should be loved.
No, not that, this, that you know, already clear.
Unfamiliar, you shy, when it could be yours,
exulting, without anguish, in great revelation.

Piano of Evanescence+ plays, in great persuasion,
and you look out of the glass onion, not into,
to greater, without, from even greater within
that you don't want to lose, of deepest meaning . . .

. . . sought for longer than you're able to remember,
while odd-numbered, palmated leaves entrance . . .

. . . you in their garden, a zombie.


      --10/4/07

In love perfect . . .

. . . I mourn for what had been,
on a far saner planet than here.
No fences and many, many who cared deeply.
Friendships unenvied by such as this sick society.

I mourn for what I knew and can't find here,
when there, was no thought of even looking,
when it was ever at hand, heart to heart,
on that planet of platinum, golden rule of love.

I mourn with whom sing of my heart here, unknowing,
crashing me down in deepest of sorrow,
but here for final reasons, for few who have sought
and found what, easy there, was only found in suffering

here, where I had to come, to help in hope
that faith wouldn't die for the most precious,
whose hearts, in cruel crucible, hardships many,
would soar higher than ever, in answer . . .

      . . . with overcoming faith in love perfected.


      --10/4/07

On the run up . . .

to rapture, things're too quiet,
more clamor+ than ever,
the world much ado about nothing.
Heaven's clarion call unheeded,

they fall, unburied, a thousand years+
passing in oblivion, awaiting destruction,
when the Universe's most beautiful one+
leads them to take the untakable city.+

Sodom and Gomorrha remembered then,
final rain of brimstone, laying waste
to those who will never see new life+
on new Earth with new heavens above.+,+

No telling them, they won't believe,+,+
preferring a fanciverse and no Creator,+
when all nature knows Him well,+
which they destroyed as a canker worm+

. . . when they pretended to care,+
with intentionally late Kyoto Protocol+ to CYA.


   --9/15/07

Faces . . .

"They say," the end is near.
Even the Moody Blues sung,
"One more time to live and
           I have made it mine."
When they hadn't made anything at all . . .

except "music" almost no one really heard
that transcended all before or since
in first six albums, almost touching heaven,
. . . while I climbed Jacob's Ladder, deep within.

Didn't want to be an Andy Warhol guru+,
just heard. Still found only few who listen,
somehow knowing it's true, and not false,
while I wait and hope to see faces lit of heaven . . .

         . . . not far off now . . .


   --9/14/07

Snoopy to the rescue

I want her close enough to kiss,
close enough to hold, close enough to caress,
close enough to softly touch her cheek,
close enough for tears to fall on her shoulder,

near enough to kiss me & lay her head on my shoulder,
near enough to hold me, near to caress me,
near to softly touch my cheek and
near enough for her tears to fall on my shoulder,

closer than across the Caribbean pond
she said would be a short swim.
Told her I'd be waiting with beach towel
and, though still in hope for my dearest friend,

. . . I walk away now from breakers on quartz,
dragging her towel behind me like sad Linus.
Charlie Brown shouts from the shore, "Good grief!,"
and Snoopy trots along to the rescue to pick up the other end.

            Thanks guys. - *smile*


      --9/8/07

The inside corner . . .

What not to do can't not be done.
As hard as I've tried,
my agreement stands in my denial,
while white-capped breakers turn languid, clear & slide away.

Languishing through the decades,
aloneness set harder than stone,
I reach out, still believing
she's out there somewhere.

Gave up on "American Woman,"+
but can't get past its borders.
Though millions come this way
and prosper more than many here.

Sorry, I strayed from the point.
I'm sure you see why now.
Even a flint napper+ would walk away
while I keep eyes on horizon below the moon,

. . . with pain of languish like pain inured.

No-petaled flower

She loves me, she loves me not,
she loves me not, she loves me,
she loves me, she loves me not,
she loves me not, she loves me.

There, there, now, sigh, she loves me.
Sent me a good night hug, she did, she did.
Broke my heart she did, in the best way.
Sent my new friend tears with gentle hug, I did.

Soft touch of virtual cheeks then
with a light kiss, retiring with a smile.
Up early next morning thinking of her,
writing a few more lines, softly sighing.

. . . then no-petaled flower slowly fell
to softest carpet of forest floor.
Now set again to search for lost petals
stopping only to quietly weep against a tree

somewhere near lost glen found so long ago . . .


      --9/7/07

Stranger in a Strange Land*

Be not disquieted, dearest one,
for we'll share beyond time/space
spent growing in love unto
hearts having waited long, hoping

with joyous faith, knowing
He had another waiting, growing
in patience, adding virtue
in purest hearts of love, . . .

kneeling before Him by full harvest moon
glowing on waves and quartz,
Men-o-War watching while we coalesce
unto oneness hitherto unknown,

while waves softly beach, so gently
as to further our quiet mingle,
spirit to spirit, soul to soul, face to face
in greatest relief of love ever known.

After a time, I gather the beach towel that waited
and wrap it around you again, walking
through sand back into strangeness . . .
carrying with us love given, so precious.


      --8/30-31/07

*Stranger in a Strange Land, by Robert A. Heinlein+

Rock Hudson

"Feel the rain on your skin . . .
 Release your inhibitions"+:
Rebellion's clarion call.

I'm the martian in the Chronicles+,
only I won't fall into [your] heap at the end.
I never was who or what you thought;

and 'if' I wasn't then you've never been.
I tried, many times, to reach you wouldn't have it.
I can only walk away, shaking my head, so sad.

Mixing feel-good and "freedom," denying
truth, not seeking heaven,
utterly self-indulgent, you feel the rain,

. . . the final rain+, & souls falling unto destruction.


   --8/13/07

Definitions

         Awareness: That which is part of one's physical and mind/soul existence through the senses.
         Believe in: To lean on, trust in and rely on with your whole being and personality (reserved for our Creator).
         Consciousness: That which emanates from one's spirit self, being and knowing.
         Creator: There is and can only be One (Who is without beginning, end or gender), Who created all that exists, including angel and man a little lower, out of that which was not as yet even nothing, simply by speaking. - Our Creator does not exist; He created existence itself. - Of course, He manifest Himself in creation later to help us.
         Dimension: That which is perfectly perpendicular to every other one below, even if perpendicularity must take on entirely new meaning with each successive one being less and less like each previous one; also known as a sub-level; there are only seven per level.
         Etheric: The encompassing and fully-integrated non-energy blanket which also completely suffuses the physical level; the "location" of prana (qi or chi); the transitional interstice between the physical level and the mind/soul level (of consciousness).
         Heaven: The first one is the atmosphere (also known as the firmament+); second one is the Universe (solar system/stars/galaxies); third is Heaven+ itself.
         Imagination: That which can be useful, if true perception comes first, otherwise to be kept inactive and not to be trusted when in search for truth.
         Layer: Each dimension/sub-level has seven, like strata, each successive one much unlike previous ones, each higher/deeper one with new aspects not previously found.
         Level: That which consists of seven dimensions or sub-levels; there are only three under third Heaven.+
         Meditation: The process of learning how to control the mind/soul (i.e., to rein it in) and its emotion/thought (taking its territory), to focus it, to concentrate and then finally learning how also to make it just shut up entirely and listen intently within (for that which this world knows nothing of), all in the essential context of interaction with the breath (not control of, a critical difference), after completely relaxing with a comfortable posture (back straight, head aligned), though remaining perfectly alert, always remembering to discriminate between imagination & true perception (keeping imagination silent and perceptions shelved for later), continuing ever deeper & deeper within, toward being and knowing beyond existence entirely.
         New Age: A false repeat of a previous time period which is full of fantasy and fallacy, which is just how its participants like it. - *selah* - [Strong suggestion: "Don't dare bore them or even think to suggest that what they believe is far worse than simple nonsense."]
         Onion: One way to understand how layers/dimensions/levels are arranged, with each successive layer/dimension/level completely encompassing every one below.
         Perception: (The process of picking up or) that which is picked up by senses, whether physical, emotional or mental, also not to be completely trusted without serious introspection and examination with keen circumspection.
         Physical (body): The seat of lust (of the seven senses) and self-importance which usually blinds most to deeper levels; the first level (of consciousness) where matter and energy interact (in context within seven dimensions).
         Prana: The etheric counterpart of oxygen with many extremely different and higher (esoteric) properties; that which can be mentally directed for "good" or evil (both of which is sorcerous) from the mind/soul level (of consciousness).
         Religion: Man, in abject rebellion against our Creator, doing his own thing.
         Soul: Mind, to include emotion and thought (in that order) which is completely and finely integrated with the physical brain (and its multiple, overlapping, dedicated holosensic lobes); seat of the will/ego/desire; the second level (of consciousness).
         Truth: That which most would be horrified to hear (considering what they have believed all their life told them by others, not having searched it out for themselves), if they were even to believe it at all, some even dying with myocardial infarction because of it.

More definitions will be added as time allows. - Do check back.

Such love, and blind anger

She still appears in my dreams, tall,
lovely long neck, slim, lithe beauty,
same one who decided to run
her car over me, missing, so angry

at our Creator Who'd provided all things.
One (Two-and-a-half) and another waiting
in the womb, still unseen, also angry.
Finally came to get her things, while

Two-and-a-half, as I had taught him, cupped
handful of small rocks/sand, letting sand slip
through fingers with rocks to toss left, and right.
Doing the same, he came to me, taking his time,

but he dropped the rocks, reached up
and hugged me tight, with calm, sweet spirit.
Twice more the same, sedately, in no hurry,
saying he loved me and good bye, without words.

She had offered him to me before, without siblings;
I wanted them together & she took them away, bitter.
I needed her heart to break, for the wrongness.
24 now, 2-1/2 can't remember, but made sure I would.

surfaced by Brandy's sweet countenance @ WaffleHouse
   --7/28/07

Kryptonite

I've tried to tell my story, with few
ears to listen, many only to hear.
What I've found I can't give away.
Still, I hope to share and bless.

Things are panoramic beyond gender,
able to understand much, much more.
While looking to break hearts in the best way,
& hoping to see others eyes' light of epiphany,

I stand within on solid foundation of truth,
compassion built lovingly upon touch,
close in caring and help to those
who need it most, who've found faith.


   --7/7/07

Not knowing . . .

. . . where to go, what or how to do or even whether,
what must needs be, one or another way.
I flicker at the edge of the path,
and sit down to consider, still at a loss,

. . . not knowing.

I can't walk away or do nothing,
looking into sweetest eyes and sweeter lips
of one so loved, it hurts to see such
anguished need hanging on thread of longing . . .

. . . while dilemma only deepens and understanding waits.


   --7/15/07

Reaching forever . . .

I am melancholy man, your closest friend,
your greatest hope, your most precious love,
not the one you hate, not one who hurt
you, not the one who didn't care.

"See me, feel me, touch me, heal me . . ."+
Look at me, understand me, reach me, touch me.
Don't let me languish, finding only emptiness.
Only love & faith hold me together, without you.

Two walked away, not caring to understand.
Now you approach, peering intently, wanting.
Reach me, touch me, hold me, caress me.
Most dear one, I've loved you forever.


   --7/12-13/07

Freedom or oblivion . . .

Found the station+, 1969; no one there knew.
Like Vin Diesel, passing through.
Had sighted high glens on the Mountains
of the sun; higher still, heaven glinting off.

Group-think-speak found at the station+,
while one white bird+ briefly lit, then
winged off beyond the Mountains, leaving
gilded men behind at the station+ in dark of fear.

Guild of group-think couldn't lock golden cage+,
while far off, wings shed for spirit freedom.
The station+ falls to dust of destruction,
with gilden men of group-spink found of oblivion.


   --7/6/07

Conversation w/Spiral Jetty

   spiral jetty: yo surfers.
   spiral jetty: hey mayarowl. wanna talk about thoughts and fractals?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Hellow there! - *smile* - Sure!
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Where would you like to start, the holographic mind?
   spiral jetty: I was *thinking* that our sensation of time is created by our thoughts... what do you say to that?
   spiral jetty: yes, the holographic mind. shoot.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Okay, sure. - *smile* - Well, we cannot change time itself, but yes, we can change our perception of it, just not within its context. - That is where meditation comes in, eh? - *smile* -> more
   spiral jetty: MayarOwl. what if I told you I can slow down and speed up time within it's context?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- With meditation (as defined at: http://poetic-rk.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-creator-dimensions-seeking.html ) there are many things you can learn, but don't use it to play or you can get into trouble and find yourself in the hands of nefarious ones at higher/deeper levels. - MayarOwl had a twelve-hour-long meditation when he was twenty for which he prepared for six months before. - It lasted longer than the length of a lifetime, but you have to know where you're going. - *selah*
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- No, only our Creator can do that, but He won't because it is not in His plan. - History is another matter. - *smile*
   spiral jetty: so where did you go? to the stars?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- No, MayarOwl went within. - *smile* - You see, that is a place no one (it seems) knows "where" to find. - *shrug* - You find it through meditation (again as defined above).
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Within is neither a "place" with x-y-z coordinates nor can it be found in the context of time (duration). - *selah*
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- It involves much more than what is in the definition above, but you have to make a commitment to it or it will never be found. - That is because unless one makes it a part of their life's goal, it just won't "happen" by itself.
   spiral jetty: of course it won't.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Right. - MayarOwl began serious meditation in 1964 because he knew there was far more to life than what could be found with either five or even six senses. - So he quieted himself completely, and listened intently within, ignoring all else.
   spiral jetty: And of course direction and purpose came to you from yourself.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Yes, in what you decide is important and what is not, exactly. - The thing is to decide that what is important is truth, and nothing less, or there will be much that will only confuse if you depend on imagination bonded with perception. - Imagination must remain idle. - SpiralJetty, what is the sound of one hand clapping?
   spiral jetty: I don't know. never seriously worked on koans...
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- The whole, original, point of the question was to pose an imponderable, unsolvable question, meaning that its purpose was to teach the mind that by thinking one cannot come to knowing. - *smile* - And neither is thought knowledge, eh?
   spiral jetty: oh. is that all? I do that a lot anyway. Silence.
   spiral jetty: so do you know anything about the coming changes to the earth and the sun?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Yes, understood. - It is hard to get the mind to understand that its own thinking can't take it anywhere significant within at all. - MayarOwl understood that from the start, but had to learn it a few times anyway, the mind being so stubborn to think it can know. - It only puzzles the mind because it cannot fathom it in thought. - That is the first lesson, that it cannot be successfully pondered. - *selah*
   spiral jetty: or about stargates? ... yep. So have you vanquished your mind completely?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- It doesn't matter. - The only thing that matters is what is within. - What is without will "take care of itself," so to speak. - Yes, there are many things MayarOwl has much interest in, crop circles, the Mayan Tzolkin calendar, etc., but he doesn't allow it to blur his inner focus.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- No, it has been taught to be the proper, obedient vessel of MayarOwl's spirit. - Outside of that job, the mind is useless in the most important respect.
   spiral jetty: ok. I won't let it blur mine either. So what does your inner focus guide you to think or talk about right now?
   spiral jetty: do you read any castaneda?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- MayarOwl read the first five books by Castaneda, but after the first chapter of book six he was finished; you see, there is no one "place (or time) of power" as don Juan continued to speak of with Carlos. - The thing most important, as always, is truth, and not just truth as it relates to the world, more rather what truth is at depth. - *selah*
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- And to reach depth, within, one must meditate (again, as defined in the above link).
   spiral jetty: tell me more, what didn't you like about the idea of a place of power?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- It wasn't a matter of "like," but rather that there was no such thing, eh? - *smile*
   selki: hello (((MayorOwl))) (((spiral jetty)))
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- MayarOwl wasn't looking for power, just insight into what Carlos was writing about in order to understand the nefariousness of don Juan and others like him in this world, though they may be few. - MayarOwl found far, far deeper places, without confusion at all. - *smile*
   MayarOwl: Selki -- Hellow! - *smile* - Great to see you, dear Selki. - Hope you are doing well. - *hugs*
   spiral jetty: you think don juan is nefarious?
so you feel you have found a deeper truth than the castaneda books in this holographic description?
   selki: MayorOwl, I'm good, visiting my brother. This is the first chance I've had to check in, we were busy with my nephew's wedding.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Certainly. - *smile* - His nefariousness was cleverly hidden, because Carlos couldn't see beyond the etheric, which is where don Juan "played" with him. -> more
   MayarOwl: Selki -- Ah, glad to hear that. - *smile* - Sounds like you are having an interesting time with it all.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- There is so, so much more that makes all that pale into deep colors of black in comparison, dear SpiralJetty. - You know, like a sunspot; if you took a sunspot aside from the rest of the surface of the sun, it would look bright, just not nearly as bright as the surrounding sun's surface. - By itself, any one "belief system" may seem bright, but when put beside the brightness of truth it looks very dark. - *selah*
   MayarOwl: <--- Surf's up! - *smile*
   spiral jetty: that's cool. I like that. and so we get to that huge truth just by meditating, huh? Would you agree with a definition of meditation given to me by a friend that "meditation is listening"?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- In great part, yes, meditation is listening, but listening deeply within, agreed. - *smile* - Listening to the world, or even to what may/may not be in the etheric is completely distracting from what should be paid far more attention to deep within. - *selah*
   spiral jetty: well here's a quicky for ya. I don't know in which of his books carlos talks about the location of the assemblage point called the place of no pity. I think I've found it by myself. (and how does the assemblage point and the energy body figure into your view of reality?
   spiral jetty: which is our true mind, isn't it? our true selves.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- What is real is real, but to put words on something that easily explains itself without words only masks it. - You see, again, there goes the mind again, trying to bottle something with words which cannot be done. - You see, most who "teach" meditation... --> more
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Most who "teach" meditation will train you how to control the breath, and without ever mentioning that it is vital to learn the electro-chemical language of the breath first. - Without knowing that "language," one will never really control the breath; and the breath knows it, too, and one can never rise to what meditation should be about. - *selah*
   spiral jetty: ok. so here's a good question; I'm ready to unbottle my world. What does it take to prepare an individual to make that connection to within a permanent and conscious feature of daily life? What did you do for six months to prepare?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- The breath will continue its own control and never hand it over to you without you knowing its language, because that's actually dangerous. - MayarOwl found that out by experience. - SpiralJetty, we live in a physical body (matter/energy), we have a mind/soul (including emotion and thought), but we are our spirit self. - However, most sleep, and know nothing of their spirit, never having looked its direction, deep within. - *selah*
   spiral jetty: so "going deep within" is a metaphor for moving your assemblage point. What are you doing while your assemblage point is displaced? Just observing, eh?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- MayarOwl prepared himself with normal meditation, getting the mind to a point of idle so his spirit could reach far on. - Also, MayarOwl prepared his physical body with fasting and daily routines that would help to be able to be idle for twelve hours without any needs to be tended to. - MayarOwl did not want to return, but knew he would have to. - *sigh*
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- No, going within has nothing to do with "moving [any] assemblage point." - Sorry, SpiralJetty, but what MayarOwl teaches he could never put into any box made of words very successfully. - The last twenty years have been spent learning how to explain what he learned within. - There is more to it than simple observation.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- It is something one simply has to do. - Listening to teaching of meditation is not meditation, eh? - *smile* - You see, the mind is the last thing you want controling your meditation. - *smile*
   spiral jetty: well let's talk more about the holographic universe, yeah? How does the world of energy fit into that view? Or can't that be talked about either?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Matter and energy are counterparts of each other, as physics teaches. - Do you know the story of the first holographic image that was made?
   spiral jetty: no, tell me.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Sorry, got bumped out of chat somehow, *Whew!* --> more
   spiral jetty: what do you think then about the lines of intent that are perceivable according to castaneda, and the assemblage point and the energy body around the physical body? Are they all holograms?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Well, to make it short, when they finished making it, somehow it got broken (it was a thick plate of glass with film emulsion embedded in it under great pressure, then exposed from every direction and developed). - The piece that was broken off had the entire image in it, too, but was smaller of course. - Then they broke it into smaller and smaller pieces. - Each smaller and smaller piece still had the entire image in it. - *smile*
   ginja: hello*S
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- What you are talking about cannot be understood in the "simple" context of holographic understanding in the physical context, or even in the etheric context. - One must be at the next level deeper to see it as it should be, which don Juan never talked about because he never reached that deep. - *selah*
   spiral jetty: oh yeah, I've heard about that. kinda reminds me of the Buddha's 'world in a mustard seed'
   MayarOwl: Ginga -- Hellow.
   spiral jetty: what is the etheric to you? don't know what you mean..
   ginja: listening ~~~
   spiral jetty: hi ginja
   ginja: :)
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Let's start with prana (some call it qi, or chi, and there is only one kind, not many as some speak of). - Prana is the etheric counterpart of oxygen, but with extremely different properties. - Back in late 1996/early 1997 MayarOwl held meditation classes in his own chat room at SWC; wish you were there. - *smile*
   MayarOwl: <--- Surf's up! - *smile*
   ginja: yup ~~~
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- The etheric can only be understood through learning about it through serious meditation that one must make a lifetime commitment to. - MayarOwl just talking about it will not really give you much insight into it unless you have questions about it after having experienced it from meditative states, within. - *selah*
   MayarOwl: Ginga -- *chuckling*
   spiral jetty: so the etheric is the other half of the world, the first being the side of matter?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- No, the etheric is between the world of matter/energy and mind/soul. - *smile* - And the only way to "get there" is through meditation.
   spiral jetty: I'm not looking to you for insight into my reality. Chatting is generally not an enlightening experience anyway... I was just trying to figure out what you mean by it...
   ginja: yet *selah, please continue with your converse of it
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- It is partly related to the world and partly related to mind/soul, but in special ways not to be used for any purpose it was not intended. - The lesson MayarOwl learned about that saved him from utter destruction. - *selah*
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Okay, understood, no problem. - *smile* - MayarOwl has enjoyed discussing all this with you, and wouldn't want to discourage you. - MayarOwl only means to put perspective on it, as in asking the question, "What is the sound of one hand clapping?" (see above)
   MayarOwl: Ginga -- Nice to meet you, Ginga. - *smile* - Tell us about yourself. - *bowing*
   ginja: at this moment am interested in you continuing so I may be the listener
   MayarOwl: Ginga = Ginja --- *Ooops!*
   ginja: nice meeting you *MayaraOwl
   spiral jetty: So would you say that perceiving energy is not the most fundamental way to experience the world? That perceiving this 'etheric' is?
   MayarOwl: Ginja -- Ah, okay, understood. - *smile* - Do you have any questions?
   ginja: oooops, deeeeeeee loops
   ginja: just came in, not yet, ty
   spiral jetty: you like to play the role of the teacher, don'tcha?
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- The physical body perceives the world. - The etheric envelope perceives the etheric with the help of the mind/soul. - So, no, the way you asked the question missed something there, sorry. - *smile* - Do you see what MayarOwl means?
   spiral jetty: hmmm, ok.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- MayarOwl is not playing any role, but he does have great interest in helping others understand what meditation is about.
   spiral jetty: why do you have such an interest?
   MayarOwl: Ginja -- Okay. - *smile* - Nice to have you here.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Because of all the wonderful things MayarOwl has learned from deep within. - He cannot keep it to himself, and would never want to.
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- After this discussion with you today, you will have more insight into some of the things MayarOwl has written on his blog site. - So, it has been very productive chatting with you today. - *smile* - MayarOwl is glad to have had this opportunity with you, and perhaps others coming in for review will also benefit.
   spiral jetty: ok, see ya guys;)
   MayarOwl: SpiralJetty -- Okay, hope to see you again sometime. - Sleep well, but dream better. - *TNT*
   MayarOwl: (...moves back out into the deep near horizon...)
   tortuga: !~NAMASTE!~...it is a rare occasion that I climb the Mountain...but had to come and hoot at the Owl...*VBG*
   MayarOwl: Tortuga -- Ah, hellow, Tortuga! - *smiling* - Great to see you!
   Dragonfire12: *Tosses the turtle a rope ladder*
   tortuga: ...too late...I guess I will have to be content with Owl's blog...
   outrider: howdy howdy,, sowwy tuga, the address musta got mixed up,, the rain came here instead of ur place
   tortuga: ...LOL...BLINK AGAIN for a new reality~!~...Howdee Y'All~!~
   MayarOwl: Tortuga -- Ah yes, more will be added each week, so keep checking in. - *smile* - MayarOwl has to go now, sorry to say, but will be back on first opportunity.
   MayarOwl: <--- Surf's up! -- *TNT*
   tortuga: ...*gratefully grabs the rope*...quit gloating, outrider~!~
   MayarOwl: (...moves beyond horizon now, into the deeper...)
   tortuga: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~! Waves at the departing Owl...not intending the pun...LOL...

Tears, hope, faith & answers

Secrets, like questions, have them;
now that you know, what will you do?

Buried in the right questions; so too,
secrets, the right ones, also.

This is your key, but you need the right
one to make it through death and entrance

to eternal life through faith, not pointless survival.
Deeper ones live, if your hope knows . . .

--"IATW,TT&TL" . . .

Longing

My heart weeps, empty
nest syndrome sets in.
The most precious person
in my life has taken flight.
The lonelinesss and isolation
create a sense of melancholy.
Desperate to rationalize
his absence has to be . . .


   --written by special guest blogger, ML on 6/22/07
   (entered by MayarOwl 6/26/07)

Mashed potatoes

Waves of confusion flutter the gates
of the mind, creating a fortress of solitude
that cannot be penetrated,

Seeking answers among rushing thoughts
that wisp through but never really stop.
Afterward, no answers that make sense,
like a carousel that never stops,

like a turbulent storm that creates havoc,
doing the best you can to grasp
a single thought that makes sense,

then a serene calm . . .


   --written by special guest blogger, ML on 6/12/07
   (entered by MayarOwl 6/16/07)

Tremors

Dark beams come flooding the beaches
of the infantile mind, not comprehending
the source from whence it came,
flying high to the pinnacle of consciousness,

doomed to repeat the ongoing ebony blanket,
crazed and searching the plains for one
bit of truth, not finding any hope,

only now . . .


   --written by special guest blogger, ML on 6/12/07
   (entered by MayarOwl 6/16/07)

All is vanity . . .

Soft tendrils of silky narcissism+ . . .
wrap you around, like a cocoon.+

Never reaching chrysalis,+ you're stuck,
wondering why nothing fundamental changes.
The world for you, is a comfort . . .

Eternity urges from within,+ unable to penetrate
thin but powerful veil, covering eyes of unreason
that won't see, even though you know it's true.

You shuttle again to the mirror,
avoiding pupils of beautifully irised+ eyes . . .

   --6/9/07

Love . . . or infatuation

Sometimes it is hard to understand how the human mind and heart works. Emotions have been known to play games on people.

     You may think you love someone, but as time goes on, you may realize what you thought was love, was in reality, infatuation.

     Everyone has been infatuated at one time or another in their lifetime. We have to be careful how we interpret our feelings in the beginning, because if we don't put our feelings in the proper perspective, we may lose sight of our true feelings.

     Often we've heard, 'take it one day at at time,' but it should be taken one moment and one feeling at a time. Then think about it, make sure before you move on, because sometimes we move too fast and find out we 'thought' we have loved, and wind up hurting the other person, if they truly loved us.

     Love is a very 'special' emotion. True love is an emotion that doesn't change form. Often we've heard that there is a fine line between love and hate, not true!

     That concept is a result of anger that stems from jealousy, not hate. Once we understand the true concept of love, infatuation seems childish . . .


   --written by special guest blogger, ML
     ...a few decades back...
   (entered by MayarOwl 6/8/07)