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Interesting topic. I definitely came back from my first experience with more questions, it has a bizarre quality quite unlike anything else, and a thirst for everything Spïce, a fascination not only for the experience in itself but its history, its ripples in our culture, ancient ones, etc.
A thread I had going on for a while lately was born from the realization that the Imagination is real, it's the most real thing. It's the source of our consciousness, and the best link with what is inside of us. Yet everything is blurred within this realm - that if perceived animistically would be called spirit world - everything is mixed up. Like at nights, shadows are merging, boundaries melting, everything is one and the only light is which of the stars. What is far beyond - what an interesting coincidence that at night we plunge in the depth of ourselves, the far outreaches of the soul then!
This realm of imagination is like a language. You have to learn. Complaining about its non-sense, or not understanding it, would be like complaining of not understanding someone speaks another language you have no prior understanding off. So you have to learn, because we forgot. And it's quite a shifting realm, you are confronted with your own perception radically, that shatters your ego and your beliefs. Questions and answers they get blurred, enigmatic, multilayered, ...
And to me that's Truth. I like her like that. I also like this quote:
"The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer, but they think they have. So they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer"
>>> Ken Kesey, “The Art of Fiction CXXXVI”, The Paris Review, 1994 >>>
Answers are definitive, still, dead. That's what our modernity is seeking. We are so afraid of shadows and uncertainty, we want clear light bright as day microscopic one hundred percent certainty. Control the disguise of knowledge. This stillness our ancestors were aware off, written language was seen as a dead form of expression, sometimes cursed. But what is ephemeral is ...
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Ugarit you said "Beyond the confines of our bodies", I think otherwise - it's actually something that came to me last night ...
What is a God?
Many answers from many different point of view (historian, anthropologist, religious, etc). One idea that comes back is that God (Brahman whatever, an ultimate form of the concept God) is all knowing, or all-seeing, or at least has a capacity for omniscience. So it relates to knowledge.
Now imagine. You are conscious. Conscious of yourself. You are your body ... well. Really? You can be conscious of your thoughts, your breath, senses, but what is in your body is so entirely beyond your control. And it's called harmony, you function as One.
So it does not really matter whether it's in our out, it will always be beyond.
And how it affects you is all that matters. How loud those words are. How full of awe those feelings leave you with. If I wink, more magic than in thousands years! ; ...
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Whatever the answer is - do not kill wandering and wondering and windering and wundering and wendering and w°ndering and w*ndering and w#ndering and w@ndering and w=ndering and w9ndering and w.Õ.ndering all them laughing babies and quiet leaves ...
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A thread I had going on for a while lately was born from the realization that the Imagination is real, it's the most real thing. It's the source of our consciousness, and the best link with what is inside of us. Yet everything is blurred within this realm - that if perceived animistically would be called spirit world - everything is mixed up. Like at nights, shadows are merging, boundaries melting, everything is one and the only light is which of the stars. What is far beyond - what an interesting coincidence that at night we plunge in the depth of ourselves, the far outreaches of the soul then!
This realm of imagination is like a language. You have to learn. Complaining about its non-sense, or not understanding it, would be like complaining of not understanding someone speaks another language you have no prior understanding off. So you have to learn, because we forgot. And it's quite a shifting realm, you are confronted with your own perception radically, that shatters your ego and your beliefs. Questions and answers they get blurred, enigmatic, multilayered, ...
And to me that's Truth. I like her like that. I also like this quote:
"The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer, but they think they have. So they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer"
>>> Ken Kesey, “The Art of Fiction CXXXVI”, The Paris Review, 1994 >>>
Answers are definitive, still, dead. That's what our modernity is seeking. We are so afraid of shadows and uncertainty, we want clear light bright as day microscopic one hundred percent certainty. Control the disguise of knowledge. This stillness our ancestors were aware off, written language was seen as a dead form of expression, sometimes cursed. But what is ephemeral is ...
---
Ugarit you said "Beyond the confines of our bodies", I think otherwise - it's actually something that came to me last night ...
What is a God?
Many answers from many different point of view (historian, anthropologist, religious, etc). One idea that comes back is that God (Brahman whatever, an ultimate form of the concept God) is all knowing, or all-seeing, or at least has a capacity for omniscience. So it relates to knowledge.
Now imagine. You are conscious. Conscious of yourself. You are your body ... well. Really? You can be conscious of your thoughts, your breath, senses, but what is in your body is so entirely beyond your control. And it's called harmony, you function as One.
So it does not really matter whether it's in our out, it will always be beyond.
And how it affects you is all that matters. How loud those words are. How full of awe those feelings leave you with. If I wink, more magic than in thousands years! ; ...
---
Whatever the answer is - do not kill wandering and wondering and windering and wundering and wendering and w°ndering and w*ndering and w#ndering and w@ndering and w=ndering and w9ndering and w.Õ.ndering all them laughing babies and quiet leaves ...
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