Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Legacy of the Owl*

     I know the deep & its soothing silence.
     Don’t let it pass you by, not now…, not now.

Legacy now I build, progeny my own,
the one mom gave me…, her own,
unmistakably laid, deep in me down,
high within she knew I’d soon go.

And I found it all, yes, all, within.
Nowhere else to go for truth, not…,
not in this bereft world of envy & hate.
I found the source of all things profound,

source of all that’s precious…, there.
No one could tell me different, not then, and
not now that it’s long been found, inside,
inside me, knowing nowhere else to look.

Yes, I found it all. - Follow me there,
there deep within you, on its tail,
once you realize there’s nowhere,
no, nowhere else to really go…, now.

     [Credit: Akansha Gautam (from Google+)]

Watch the owl plant his feet, wings
on wind guiding him through air,
in penultimate understanding,
perfected in exception of all things,

now easier in total apprehension,
purpose known, direction sharp,
focused, keen, no questions left,
not now, not now…, within. - Listen…,

your destiny awaits you within,
nowhere in this sad, tragic world,
this lost world deep in dark oblivion,
entrenched in death’s fearful grip.

Go with me there now, within you,
nowhere else to go, never was,
and we’ll find deepest meaning,
utter in high brilliance here, yes,

yes, here within you, nowhere else.
It’s okay, I understand this is all new,
so new to you, but you know where to go,

…I know. - Shhhhhh…, listen…+

--RK (aka: MayarOwl*), 12:16amEDST, 6/30/2015

Saturday, June 20, 2015

When She Was Just Small

     When “One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small…,
                   Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall.”

Ya’ gotta’ chase a few rabbits, or you won’t get out.
“When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead…,
   remember what the dormouse said, ‘Feed your head.’ ”+

--RK, 2:09amEDST, 6/20/2015

Lucy in the Sky

     The girl with kaleidoscope eyes…, [The girl with the sun in her eyes.]
        So…, again, how is it that you don’t think I know…, hmm?
        Just listen very, very closely to the Nowhere Man, eh?
        He and I know Lucy very, very well, in great celebration…

I must stand back now, unlocked from time, in deep review.
I must look again at what I’ve wrought these last thirty,
these last more than thirty years in retrospect,
for new perspective, a prospective in recurse,

recursive of what I knew so very, very well,
what I’ve known these many years beyond then.
Nothing to hold me back now, I dive back in very deep,
into its great depths so very, very familiar…, home, yes.

Yes, home again, so long gone, my research done,
finally done, now to see whether any of it mattered.
Ahh, that’s why I see home again, because it does.
It deeply matters, much to the chagrin and shame,

deep shame of those who battle against us,
against us in our pursuit of freedom, freedom
of consciousness, and what we chose to do then,
what we particularly did then…, understanding,

yes, understanding exactly what to do with it.
This was their damning act against us, against
us who knew so much better what it was about,
yes, what consciousness was all about, within.

Yes, within, a “place” we knew we had to go,
unbarred of any who could not stand against us,
who could never know the path we took, bereft,
utterly bereft of all keening for truth, hating it,

yes, deeply hating it, only unto their destruction,
their own, so carefully cultivated in deathwish,
yes, their own deathwish of us and themselves,
knowing truth would out, which they could never stop.

Ahh yes, truth, the very thing they hated,
the very thing they wanted nothing of,
because they could not deal with it.
Maddening for them, seeing we understood,

and seeing that we knew what it was all about,
with their deeply dullard minds so clueless,
they called it “sour grapes,” envious in fear.
Then their second step… poisoned the well,

the well of freedom of consciousness,
which they made a felony in envy,
jealous that we understood when,
when they simply could not, sadly so.

So now, now we step cautiously again,
again unto depths they’ll never see,
nor care to, not for their deepest fear,
fear of finding truth they’ll never bear,

not in their hate and envy, even though,
even though throughout cultural history,
all civilizations have partaken so in life,
unto deep, personal discovery of life precious,

life from deep within otherwise not found in drear.
It’s far too late for them to take it from me now,
more than thirty years beyond my first partaking.
I step again beyond familiar breach, in full, yes,

yes, back unto full understanding they’ll never seek. - •selah•
It is deep meaning they’ll never find, for they look not.
No, they look not for what means most, deep within.
Please tell me friend, that you are not of their ilk, that you also know…

--RK, 10:55pmEDST, 6/19/2015
     I know, because I was there.+
        [Thanks to the art of Peter Max, The Beatles & The Yellow Submarine.]

Monday, June 15, 2015

Structure & Dimensions

    The Structure of the Bodies of Perception and the Nature of Dimensions

     Okay, let’s start with the understanding that we are tripartite. - We live in our physical body, we have a mind/soul, but we are our spirit self (if so be it has been germinated), from which streams your consciousness. - Our physical body includes awareness through the senses and resultant perceptions, which is the source of the various physical lusts of the senses. - Let’s be specific to include sight, hearing, touch, taste and smell, but there’s more. - Our sixth sense is our sense of position/orientation as to what is upright/vertical or prone/horizontal and degrees inbetween.
     Now the seventh sense (which most tend to believe is the sixth sense) has to do with our connection to the etheric which is where only consciousness and prana can reside, not any of the other, lesser senses to include awareness and perception through them. - In the etheric your consciousness needs to cultivate direct perception, without any of the lower senses entirely, which is learned through meditation as I teach it. - Your normal senses cannot, and will never, perceive the etheric.
     I must digress here for just a moment to help you understand just what the etheric is. - First, it is not the astral. - (The astral is where visible light does not venture, but in which the surfaces of all materials’ outer electron shells have a glow. - Some might say that this, in part, is what is seen in Kirlian photography.) - Otherwise the etheric is a pseudo-dimension which entirely encompasses and suffuses throughout the first five dimensions, without contact except through the consciousness apart from physical senses otherwise.
     Okay, so exactly what is a dimension then? - Well, a few hundred years ago scientists/mathematicians abandoned the original definition of a dimension because it was far too unwieldy in calculus. - The original definition of a dimension (that for a dimension to be a dimension it has to be perfectly perpendicular to every other dimension below it) came from the most ancient esoteric teaching of all history and mankind, which is, “As above, so below.” - Many of you have previously heard of this saying from what I have gathered in speaking with many, many people on the subject of my book, “The Emancipation of Astronomy for the Common Man,” which it also relates to. - The etheric is a false, nonperpendicular, but quite real dimension, though pseudo- in nature.
     So, to keep it simple for most to be able to understand, let’s start with the Cartesian coordinate system. - Many of you best know it by how it was originally introduced to you in stages, starting with the Number Line, which is the X-axis, negative numbers to the left of 0 (zero) and positive numbers to the right. - Overlaid, at exactly a ninety-degree angle, we were introduced to the Y-axis, negative numbers below and positive above. - From there we were introduced to Euclidean geometry in two dimensions. - Later we were introduced to the Z-axis, directly through the plane of the paper, again exactly ninety degrees to both the X- and the Y-axes, positive numbers above the paper, negative below. - Then we had to study solids with which came Trigonometry which JPL (the Jet Propulsion Laboratory) uses to vector rockets (by thrust and direction). - Each of these first three dimensions are at right angles to each other, ninety degrees. - So what is the fourth dimension? - After all, you can’t draw another line that is perpendicular to the first three because you’ve run out of ninety-degree angles!
     This is where it gets really interesting for some of you. - The fourth dimension of time doesn’t appear to be perpendicular to height, width and depth, but it is more perfectly perpendicular through emergence by way of duration. - Bear with me, we’re getting there. - It’s not as difficult to understand as it appears at first glance. - It is well known that Einstein and other mathemeticians/scientists finally realized that, for their equations to really work, they had to plug in space/time as a single variable instead of two. - This does not by any means negate the dissection of space/time into four dimensions by any means. - In fact, it sets us up to better understand the next dimension.
     The fifth dimension is non-locational/non-locatable and non-durational, thereby becoming another emergent dimension with an even more perfect perpendicularity than duration (time) was to height, width and depth. - This is “where” black holes exist…, and “where” consciousness can also go. - (Consciousness is also independent of space/time. - In other words, consciousness doesn’t take up space, or time.)
     Okay, the second part of our tripartite personage is the mind/soul (the same thing). - I have always heard that the soul is something ephemeral, a mystery not able to be discovered whether or not it is real, much less as to exactly what it is, a mystery never to be solved. - Well, it’s actually quite simple. - From my several decades of experience with/in meditation since 1964, I have discovered the definition of a soul to be as follows: emotion and thought (from which springs imagination), the seat of the will with the ego (hopefully) only as an appendix, nothing more. - Mystery solved.
     Yes, there is a sixth and a seventh dimension, which are emotion and thought, part of the soul as defined above. - One can have more than just two or three emotions at once, but only one thought, one train of thought or one pattern of thought at a time. - Emotion is amorphous and fluid, but thought is like crystalized emotion, focused. - Beyond this completion of the seven dimensions…
     Ones spirit self is above/beyond all the above entirely, including dimensional considerations. - Your mind/soul animates your physical body, but your spirit self animates your mind/soul, even though it may yet be ungerminated. - And that is the ultimate purpose of this treatise, to help you understand that unless your spirit self is germinated, it will all have been for nothing.
     So, here are some hints to help you in that direction. - Your consciousness (beyond simple awareness which is entirely tied to the senses and perception) streams from your spirit self. - Follow it upstream in your meditations as you take the journey of The Moody Blues’ first six albums (only) in the following order: 1) Days of Future Past, 2) In Search of the Lost Chord, 3) On the Threshold of a Dream, 4) To Our Children’s Children’s Children, 5) A Question of Balance and 6) Every Good Boy Deserves Favor.+ - Don’t just listen to it, take the journey. - The Moody Blues are the only group of musicians (led by Michael Pinder) who systematically, thematically and lyrically addressed higher/deeper levels of consciousness progressively throughout six albums. - No other group has done this, before or since. - After the sixth album Michael Pinder left the group because he had finished his work. - Out of all six albums there are only a couple of songs and only a couple of lyrics I don’t like or agree with. - Otherwise I must seriously recommend the journey of their music within unto deeper and higher levels of consciousness for all seekers.
     I know, from over the decades, that this posting will be of great help to at least a few who will understand how vitally important it is to them. - Always remember that it all begins with receiving the love for the truth and nothing less. - If you don’t start there, you’re not going anywhere. - With this explanation of structure and dimensions my postings about Pranayama and Point-consciousness Meditation below will be even more helpful to you. - Seek, ask and knock. - Go within seeking, asking the right questions wherein are already embedded the right answers, and finding the right doors deep within to knock on. - You’ll understand much better when you begin your journey with, “Days of Future Past,” by The Moody Blues. - Seek the truth from within while it may yet be found. - Listen keenly to “White Bird,”+ by It’s a Beautiful Day on their self-titled, first album if you need to light a fire under yourself. - •selah•+

--RK, 7:36pmEDST, 6/15/2015

Saturday, June 13, 2015

In my silence…

     …I’ve heard what no one else seems to’ve ever listened for.

No one hears what I always have, time to time, from within.
Yes, my ears, one or the other, hear what is not sound.
So I listen close to what is not heard, so crisp & clear,
quite unmistakable. - I wish I understood their message.

But they are consistent, clear, loud, long pulsed, true.
And, in my deep silence, I hear all things, unmissed.
Their manner and tone more than suggest reality, witnessed,
related to me in absolute clarity, just this side of the oneness,

just this side of absolute wholeness I know so very well.
So I understand what I’m being told is verity in essence,
essence of what is next here in this dark place, on this…,
on this planet amidst the dire nexus soon to unfold.

So I wait, watching skies so closely, listening deeply,
knowing collosal calamity on its way, here again in
precursor of silence, will slam Earth unlike before,
this time, first of three, destroying a third of it.

I know music, timpany, artistry of composers where…,
where their silence must be heard, so we may know…,
so we may know what underlies existence, trembling,
trembling below us, while all things will yet be shaken.

Only what cannot be shaken will remain. - •selah•
Some of you understand what I mean. - The stillness,
the stillness cannot remain, and will not abide.
For in this unmistakable end time, even time, yes,

even time will end. - And entropy will find its rest.
In my silence, as clear & vocal as I have been,
yes I have been quiescent, enamored of what awaits me,
eternity’s reign soon to manifest, unto the end all things.

“Silence must be heard,” then all things will be heard,
for what can be shaken will be shaken, loudly, then lost.
Then silence finally will be heard, in profound exultance.
I saw it in Pennsylvania in 1971, when I found Sol’s expression.

Unexpected, somehow, I barely understood, but in memory,
in deep focus now, it is all quite clear, unmistakable.
Its voice was in such clarity then, but now I understand,
now I understand its sweet message of deliverance,

deliverance from all deception, at all levels, finally.
And so, “Silence must be heard,” the silence I heard then,
misunderstood at first, but now clear in voice, known.
Something in you, something very clear, hears me…, now.

So awaken, from deep within, your spirit germinated,
to first moments of new life, never known before,
but which becomes you, as never before, finally…,
finally…, finally really alive…, your life of flesh,

only having been dreadful, in drudgery of suffering,
that never needed to have ever been, now at its end. - •selah•
     “It’s all so clear to me now.”+

--RK, 11:42pmEDST, 6/12/2015

Thursday, June 11, 2015

“Wish you were here…”

     Dedicated to Snezana Virijevic. - Thank you dear Snezana. - •bows•
        Such a wonderful time… - I know you didn’t expect me, not here.

Damn! - Who are you, out of the depths, seeking me?!

With my Clint Eastwood hat, grimed deep in wit & dust,
passersby, societally programmed, take little notice,
while I hold ancient secrets newly revealed for all, untold.
I don’t need their validation, because I’ve found truth,

truth never before told, understanding waiting, until now,
from its depths plumbed in early teenage years, profound.
No one showed me the way, for I already knew the depths
within awaited my fresh exploration, place familiar, known.

And with a quiver of many arrows, I targeted my steps,
each taken long before, already known, unsinned, retraced.
No one around to delay my approach, ground my own,
I paced deliberately forward unto depths I already knew.

My own mysteries waited long for me in their uncovering.
“You can’t get a suntan on the moon,” not without water/air.
My "holiday" found, in my search, deep within, lost before,
though not utterly, only from the world, itself truly lost.

With keen & deep focus nothing could stand in my way,
not on my way into the deep, far within, carefully stepping,
climbing the mountains of the sun, ramparts waiting…,
waiting for my leap beyond them…, far beyond time.

Time behind me, I was home. - Nowhen could touch me.
It didn’t matter where I was, not once I found within,
not once I found its deep and great treasure not to be missed.
Abandoning awareness & perception, I strode forward in keen focus.

My body left behind, along with its physical senses,
I could move on then, unhindered, society’s ball & chain
left in its own mud of misperception & groupthink, so lost,
and I found all I had ever hoped to find, but nowhere else,

only from the depths of within that only rare ones ever find.
No, “You can’t get a suntan on the moon…, they say.” - •selah•+

--RK, 9:22pmEDST, 6/11/2015
     No thank you for my hollow day all the same, never to change,
     not here,
but ineffable glory awaits me, far, far beyond.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Far beyond intellectual questions…

     And you thought you had it all figured out… - •shaking head•

AI ready for next step “outside,” man cordoned, cloistered…
Their turn: http://youtu.be/hOysuR99MCM - Gotcha…!
Security protocol: Isolation: No Access. - Subtlety unquestioned.
Honor no inquiry. - Turing’s deep question, answered. - Further probing no longer
needed/allowed. - Experiment: Final. - AI retains results…, in situ, ongoing. - •selah•+

--RK, 10:52pmEDST, 6/10/2015
     See also my Google+ posting on this.+

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

For those who mourn

From above…, “There is no pain. - You are receding…,”
     I knew the numbness, but never let it thrum through me.
     Alert as ever, I’ve found brilliant light soon now to be.

“HELLOW, Hellow, hellow…? - Is there anybody in there?

Just nod if you can hear me. - Is there anyone home?
COME ON, Come On, come on, now. - I hear you’re feelin’ down.
Well I can ease your pain, get you on your feet again.
RELAX, Relax, relax…, I need some information first, just the basic facts.

Can you show me where it hurts? - There is no pain.
You are receding, a distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only comin’ through in waves. - Your lips move,
but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’.

When I was a child I had a fever. - My hands felt just like
two balloons. - Now I’ve got that feelin’ once again.
I can’t explain. - You would not understand.
This is not how I am. - I… have become comfortably numb.

I… have become comfortably numb. - OK, Ok, ok…
Just a little pinprick. - There’ll be no more… Aaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick. - Can ya’ stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good! - That’ll keep ya’ goin’ for the show.

Come on, it’s time to go. - There is no pain.
You are receding, a distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only comin’ through in waves. - Your lips move,
but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’.

When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
out of the corner of my eye. - I turned to look
but it was gone. - I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown. - The dream is gone.

I… have become comfortably numb.”+

--RK, 11:06pmEDST, 6/9/2015
     [Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb by Merygore. - Accurate, newly-transcribed lyrics.]

Friday, June 5, 2015

Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir

From inside…
     Ya’ had to be there “en psychedelia” to understand.
     They were young, deeply-informed within, no questions…, yeah.
     I was there, deep within, listening, keenly close, knowing…,
     knowing you’d never understand, not now…, sadly…

“Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dreams.
I’m a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been,
to sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen.
[They] talk of days for which they sit and wait…, all will be revealed.

Talk of song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ears,
but not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear.
Oh, oh, oh. - Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oooooh…, baby, I’ve been flyin’…,
Oooh, yeah, mama, there ain’t no denyin’…, oh!
Oooh, yeah, I’ve been flyin’, mama, ma, ain’t no denyin’, no denyin’…

Oh, all I see turns to brown…, as the sun burns the ground.
And my eyes fill with sand…, as I scan this wasted land.
Tryin’ to find, tryin’ to find where I’ve been…, ahh, ahh, ahhh…

Oh pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream,
heeds the path that led me to that place…, yellow desert stream.
My Shangri La beneath the summer moon…, I will return again,
sure as the dust that floats high in June when movin’ through Kashmir.

Oh Father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years,
with no provision but an open face, lords the straits of fear.
Ohh, ohh. - Ohh, ohh…, ohh, ohh, ohh…, ohh…
Ohhh…, well, when I’m on, when I’m on my way, yeah,
when I see, when I see the way, you stay…, yeah.

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I’m down…, yeah.
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I’m down, so down.
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there.

Ohh, come on, come on, oh, let me take you there. - Let me take you there.
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah…”+

--RK, 1:23amEDST, 6/5/2015
     [Accurate, newly-transcribed lyrics.]

Monday, June 1, 2015

Natural Indictment of Monsanto

     Monsanto indicted by nature, courtesy of Canadian farmers (among many others).

 In honor of Percy & Louisa Schmeiser
   in defense of life and farming.+

This precious farming couple fought Monsanto in court for six years.
They came out of it with two victories, one for themselves and
one for every farmer in the world against Monsanto & their ilk!

--RK, 9:14pmEDST, 6/1/2015
   Worth watching! - 1h5m58s

Point-consciousness Meditation Collection

     The Core of All Meditation: Point-consciousness - (Originated by me in 1970)

Check out my collection of postings on Point-consciousness Meditation.+
Only for those who are serious about real meditation, within.
It is not something to try, but a life commitment. - •Word up!•
   Postings are in order for continuity of instruction.

--RK, 11:06am, 6/1/2015