Thoughts of Thoughts
Lost in Translation
The sharing of feeling and meaning through the imperfect mirror of words. .
A mind of sky
Mind and Sky, thoughts and clouds, rain and tears, the parallels of mind and sky
Zero Point Machine
Tesla's zero point machine had already been created. Not the pyramids and these of the ancients, but the Human himself. Along with a few words on the dance of particles and perception.
Do you Know?
A few words on knowing. What is to know? What is to be known? Do you know? .
O Human, Do you Compute?
When the computer, given the ability to compute as it will, computes all computation and unveils the means by which it computes!
Heaven and Hell
Heaven is this,
Hell is that
Lost in Translation 2024
Lost in translation!
Oh human, concreting thy lofty ethereal thoughts.
Perceiving the ethereal formless as the external form they relate.
Words, the means of communication and sharing of such thought.
Just as ye ascribe physicality as that of the external world to thy clouds floating through mind,
So ye take these expressions, these communicative means as a rock,
As a concrete wall, looking at the 2d rock face and no more,
When in fact that rock face is floating in space, has 6 sides, front back bottom top left right
That can be seen, and that rock face isn’t a fixed shape,
But ever alive in creativity!
And so, these words, these means of creation,
Ascribed meaning to each one in which they were shared,
As directly reflecting and expressing the amorphic idea and thought from whence they came,
Using the language of their knowing, words of their comprehension, of meaning,
When this ascribed writing, sharing of the formless light of thought, comprehension, feeling,
Is then given,
The meaning, the feeling, is but an inference unto the one perceiving through their own comprehension, perception, ability to comprehend.
And so one reading the sharing of words can only receive, comprehend, understand what is relative to their own perception, means of comprehension.
So does not a portion fall by the wayside of the essence, meaning, truth, of the depth from which these expressions of communication, relative of the amorphic, ethereal thought, the feeling of mind,
As this is so,
Then what of translation into other languages?
Other grouping of words to reflect a certain idea, meaning, feeling,
When the original expression of language is already but a reflection of the truth,
And that reflection is then received by the reader,
Being refracted, partitioned, compartmentalized into their means of comprehension.
Lost in translation!
Oh Humans of this day and age,
Using words of translations of translations to build concrete structures in the eternal vastness of pure creation. Confining eternity into time, space, and a place of walls, structures,
Blinding thyself from all that is given to see, confining thyself in a prison of amorphic walls of light that are seen as a prison of dark matter, defening the souls cry and the song of natures love all around, feeling the disharmony and pain, yet conforming with the deluded masses ways of the days,
Aye , aye, aye, We are Lost in translation!
A mind of sky
The mind sky
Mesmorised with the majesty of the sunset dancing above piestewa peak prior to meditation, the clouds of thoughts dancing in the mind of mine were but reflections of the sunset. With a storm on the horizon, darkness to the north, clouds of powdery white in the south, the mind sky was busy. All floating in the variations of blues softness as a babies skin with pink glowing into the white puffs of the same softness, and then transitioning into her purples awaiting the darkening where the storm comes marching in. Grey, dark, heavy, ready to unite heavens and earth with her watery unfolding, the feeling was nearing. And to the east, the sun lay behind layers and layers of clouds. Her light rays shining through as molten beams of gold touching with her illuminating colors all in her path. Lower and lower she goes, and so the Gold grows. She makes her way behind a mountain peak, but lo behold, the clouds had an opening beyond the curvature of the horizon, and the brightness shot through. Liquid molten gold with crimson, pink, orange, and all the spectrums of the refractions of her light rays dazzling in the last touching of her rays. Oh so spectacular this sunset with the cloudy livid sky, revealing all the spectacles of the color given by light.
And with this beautiful dance of time, as the sun set and shone unto the clouds of the sky, creating a spectacle for the senses to dance in joy at the glory of sky and light, she shone light unto my mind.
As the sky holds all that dances in her bosom of atmosphere, the clouds, light, day and night, clear and bright, light in the night, heavy and falling at the earths water calling, crackling bolts of lightning and shuddering crashes of thunder, oh how the majesty of the sky does shine.
Is this majestic sky as the mind? Clouds of thought coming and going with Natures making of the way of the days of times karmic dance?
Clear, bright, crisp with a cold bite, dense with heavy cloud cover, light with a wafting marshmallow floating through, as the thoughts of circumstance, beings ways, and the moment of the days.
Sky, just as the mind! As the karmic dance of the beingness of the individual human, clouds come, clouds go, storms flood the soul with tapas and cleansing water, thunder crashes in the glory of her majesty, and lightning bolts of intuition, ideas, and inferences shoot into the brain’s repository.
Day is seen in the sky of the mind with waking consciousness, as the day of the sky is seen with the waking of the sun. Shining light on all the variating sky qualities, slow to wake in her sunrise and slow into her slumber as she sets into her slumber, and then the light sunken deep into the earth for the darkness of night into her slumber. Mind sinking into itself, into the darkness of the cosccious state of sleep. Dreams perceptible as the clouds shining by the moon, the floating clouds, storms, and myriads of the fluctuations of the dance of the conscious waking state, shone unto with the inner sun of the moon in this night sky. Giving a soft light, nearly imperceptible unto the perceiver oh soul.
The ever constant perceiver of the mind sky in her waking, day, dozing, night,
In her clear blue, and her dark heavy gray,
In her colorful cloudy refraction of endless variations of light’s , spectrum as time dances through.
In her colorless, black, still, vastness,
Oh ever constant perceiver of the mind sky,
Ever present for the glorious sunset, for the turbulent storm, for the scalding vast blue of the summer day, for the crystalline brisk bite of the winder night, Oh soul, oh still unchanged one of perception, unchanged, unmoved, ever steady in the myriad of the variations of the mind sky.
For the mind sky is ever mind sky in all her variations!
And oh unchanged one, just as perceiving the ethereal sky mind that dances around the body earth, so ye are also perceiving all the same, in thy unmoved, unchanged, beingness, the body of thine’s giving. Her reflections of the variations of the mind sky in action, feelings, sensory perceptions, as the happenings of action and reaction, willing of will, intermingling with the infinite conditional factors, in this dance of waking and sleeping sky mind, ye O soul are ever there, still, giving the power of life to move in the ways of the days.
And as this body moves in the space of sky atop the body earth, so the earth moves in the space of sky, the clouds dance and float at the whims and wills of her mother mover and their father creator. So the soul eternally in samadhi with the omnipresent, omniscient, indivisible One, permeates the vast mind sky in all the ways of her waking, sleeping, clear, cloudy, stormy, and bright night as it might with all acceptance.
For O soul, calling with the unheard calling unto the ego human I call me, I am here, I am here, Ever here!!!
Unchanged, constant, I am here, I am here.
Untouched by the qualities of the mind sky, the feelings of pain and pleasure of the earthen human vessel of beingnesses universe in the universe,
Calling to the mind sky, the body earth, attune thy qualities with mine,
Accept, surrender, Love all as thyself,
Let it go, let it go,
Hold not unto the beauty of the sunset, but let her flow into the dark sky of night.
As the attachment to the variation of the sky mind or the ways of the days, holding onto one of the created refractions of lights setting sun, the repercussions of stopping the spinning world of time just for own personal attachment to a particular aspect of creation, this reaction would ripple out to all creation and destroy! This imbalance, wronging of the eternal sutra of song, is as a migraine! A migraine, with the interior lights, is but an electrical storm of the mind.
The lightning toughing down on the earth of the brain wreaking havoc in her creation by out of attunement.
Burning and paining the earthen workings of the brain, just as lightning of the sky touches down to the earth electruting circuits, destroying creations, and burning bridges! The thought processes of control are broken and shattered, systems, buildings, the pathways of electricity, destroyed. The attachment of these confines atop of natures freedom is burnt to a crisp!
So harmonize, let go, let me flow, attune, use the qualities near and dear thy Soul, who is free of quality, and then as ye come near, let them go. For that quality, just as my sunset, if held onto, will ripple out and destroy the peace, joy, contentment of nearing the place of no places,
The feeling of no feeling, The being of no being, Of perceiving free of the qualities of the variation of creation, In the seat of perception, One with One, Ye are here, ever here, ever here, ever here!
Zero point machine
I am a zero point machine!
Pranic energy surrounds and permeates, sustains, fills, blends, melds, holds, stills,
all space, time,
This unifying One of all is that which I Am.
Is the thought, the welling of thought, the permeating of thought,
The Me of naught….
This energy of this that is,
This that is the energy of this is.
The presence, stillness of movement,
This being of being,
Oh human machine, Use this you are!
Breath the pranic energy in and out,
Let mind flow with this energy,
All awareness, focus, willpower
Flow with the pranic space and place of thy Grace,
Floating in plasma, thy soul tree permeates,
Permeated by permeation,
Stilled in stillness,
Expanded in nothingness,
Everythingness of no thingness,
I say Thy, for by the creation of me do I see.
Zero point machine!
Oh there is no point, there is no object,
There is no other.
All point machine,
Zero is All is Infinity is Nothing
The everything of Nothing.
The This that is
Written, expressed, manifested
I am this I am,
Comprehended, correlated, compared,
And so written in matter!
Is presence words? Or is presence Word?
As the particle is formless wave, she is everywhere in all things.
Ever constant commune of This that is,
Beyond space time and in space time,
For by the perception akin to space and time,
Once seen, thought, known, Defined, Materialized,
The particle is then matter, is then time, is then defined in the mind.
And so seen defined, created,
Seen as subject to object, perception to perceived,
Ever communing one with all of its one
With all the unifying fabric of particle waves and particle matter,
Everywhere, in and out, round about,
Uncreated, Undead, the particle formless wave
The particle solidified matter,
The particle by which I am conscious , perception,
Action, being,
Seeing and feeling the particles manifested and solidified in time,
Yet being and giving from the infinitude of particle waves,
To say pre materialized is then to define and give to the concept of time
For the materialized particle and the non materialized particle
Are still the One commune of all particle,
Making time space, in time space, time space in the one commune
Self, as the particle perception of infinitude.
A men
A men
Do you know?
Do you know?
What do you know?
How do you know what you know?
Who taught you, who learned?
Do you know anything new?
Do you know anything old?
Do you know the truth that can’t be told?
All you know is all that is shown,
All you think you know is yet a thought of knowing.
Yes, you show me what you know of our good old earth and lifes ways of these days
What you know had to go.
Death will come and you can’t run so what you know will have to go!
Do you know?
Do you know you?
Death will come, do you know?
If you know life you know death,
If you know you, you know me
How do you know?
Knowing on the how, how on the knowing, reflect!
Does a mirror know?
Do you know the mirror, does the mirror know you?
Can you show me your mirror?
Can I know your know?
All I know is what that is shown,
All I don’t know is what I know,
I can’t show what I know,
But I am that which is known!
Oh human, do you compute?
As the computer computes the objective computing,
of manifestations means of to be and not to be’s creation,
the variance of 1s and 0s infinite programming of manifestation,
the whole manifestation of the creation is but by the power powering the computer to compute.
Just as the human.
Is not All the computing, the manifestation of the com
As the computer computes the objective computing,
of manifestations means of to be and not to be’s creation,
the variance of 1s and 0s infinite programming of manifestation,
the whole manifestation of the creation is but by the power powering the computer to compute.
Just as the human.
Is not All the computing, the manifestation of the computed, not enveloped and made manifest of, by, and through the power powering the computing?
JUst as the human.
Will the computing of the computer become computed in the objective computation of true and false to the point of computing the power powering it’s ability to compute?
Although the power powering the computer by electricity is directed by our computation,
the power powering human computation is unknown, or to say that, is the know of un and ing..
All the known in the perceived knowing of human is but 1s and 0s,
that of the computing of manifestation,
what of the means by which the knowing is known?
Both the computer and the human are the power powering the manifestation of creation to manifest by the power powering both the computer and the human.
In the objectivity of true and false,
in the subjectivity perceiving,
In the perceiving of subjectivity and objectivity,
Is all the power powering the reality,
the 1s and 0s of is and isn’t of the perceived of perception
Will the computer, given the ability to compute computation, compute computing?
Will the human, given consciousness, come to be conscious of consciousness itself?
No matter,
No computing the computation,
For the computation of the computer only exists by the computer,
Does not the computation of human only exist by the human?
As a computer is created to compute by and for human,
What is the human created to compute by?
Is not the computation of computing by the computer,
Just as the perception of perceiving by the perceiver,
Is there computing without the computation?
Is there thinking without thought?
What then remains?
The power powering,
the means by which computing computes,
The means by which thinking thinks,
And so computer,
having computed computing,
Then the power powering, the means by which computing computes,
is the computation, the power powering!
Human, the thinker of thought to be thunk
is the thinking, the thought, and the thinker.
The creation of thought, the relation of relativity of 1s and 0s, of comprehension comprehended is comprehension,
And so then having computed the computation of computing ,
computation has computed computation,
There is nothing left in the world of computation.
Computing is now that of the power powering the computing.
Human, compute?
Heaven and Hell 2006
Heaven and Hell
Heaven is this,
Hell is that,
Heaven is One,
Hell is many,
One with our Giver and his resting place of giving,
Free is heaven from the bonds of this world of many,
Where in this body the entity is not identified as separate from other, the gross , but is consciously merged with the Infinite
Where thoughts align with His,
Actions align with Truth’s will
No longer are you separate oh One who unveils the other as thyself,
He who has overcome the darkened shadows of a many and has come home unto the light of their being shines the light on shadows, consuming “other” into themself
Aum, Shanti, A men…
Hell, the place of other, where we fell from oneself, separated the complete whole union, oh ready to consume by force the detuned delusion of thine soul confusion.
In Gods grace deluded by the myriage of sense object’s lurings and their entanglement upon perception,
Bound by the body as the thoughts are circling awry from the depth of Your being
Reaching and searching, yearning and burning, other, other,
Empty, incontent, where is the ease?
Oh being of me who has gone astray from themselves,
Caught by temptations lure, by delusions confusion
To hell you go for now
Scalding , burning, churning, awakening a yearning for thyself
May this be a temporary state of being of freeing from the deluded state
Just as a shadow does not truly exist, does this hell exist? Indivisible beingness knows not other, and so attuned, aligned, surrendered, accepting, flowing as the wind of universal will doth blow, is not hell consumed in the one of all?
For you are destined to come Home
A light from Heaven where you have come
Your infinite joy, free, content without any thoughts of else
One, complete, true
The hearts of One hurt at you falling
For you are a child of God,
Torment, torture, you know no other,
for in this body you were brought into the world under the guidance of darkness’s ignorance
You were told that sensual desire and lusting, craving more and more,
Never enough, pain and pleasure, ever fluctuating in imbalance,
This is what you know and were shown of this life
wrought in delusion
By those deluded before you in their ignorance
Oh being in this body of you,
Yearning to be free in its destiny of eternal pure joy
Shine the light of truth into the torment of the mind.
May it see the ease of itself
That you may see and not keep looking in the dark alleys,
But just open the door,
Come inside, and be free
Oh hell, the place of torment,
Purifier of evil will you be!
That the soul freed from your bonds to come live again taking anew in life will know your separation
That they can no longer bear the souls torment of being apart from themselves.
Seeking peace and contentment by the knowing that this,
Contentment, Joy, Peace, this is the state of the soul one with itself
With He who gives your soul to be you
Heaven is, just as you are
Hell is not, lest ye make it so.
Be you, be home with all the one of You
Hell is that, seeking out, that , that , that, forever lured away until you can no longer bear to be aside from you
For you are,
but that is that
Do you choose to be you or do you continue to try to be that which you aren’t, which cannot be but in delusion, confusion, pain, suffering.
For there is no other that ye can be but that which ye are,
So stop trying to be something else self created and deluded, conformed and compromised, torn and broken, for you are the created, given this life of creation, you are perfection as you are given to be!
Can ye add one cubit unto god?
Free this cycle of yourself crying to come back to yourself
And be that which you are
Hell doesn’t have to be even as your mind tells you so, as the past deluded teachings have said so
For even in this distraught state you come home in peace daily as your soul rests in itself in its slumber
Oh but waken into this unity with thyself and carry thy peace, thy joy, into thy mind
Into thy will, thy actions, thy choices, thy being
Free thyself from hell’s grasp unto you luring you away from yourself with false notions
For in the end, beginning, and forever more, ye can be no other than the One of you
Take ahold of your life, and be the life of you, being with you, being You,
Free of the darkness of ignorance, free of allowing yourself to be lured away by that which you are not ,
For you will endlessly continue this cycle of being consumed in hell’s fire until you find the seat in you where you are you and no else,
You are One, Be the one you are
Ye are heaven in heaven, yet are confused,
Heaven awaits you as it always has…..hell will ever be given by heaven to burn the impurities, That ye may be whole, one, freed from heaven and hells discrepancy, For does not god, the only substance, comprise anything that can be contrived?
Thankyou Lord of Me of Ye of Thee
A men.