Thursday, August 12, 2010
Fall down, Stay down,
we are wolves. haunted by the sunlight. we are merely men, vessels of an outspoken word. we are in this forever. we are surrounded by a glimpse of sanity, strained through the idea of hopefulness. we are wolves. we are the tiniest of meaning. we are the memories forgotten through smoke screens serving their purpose calmly steady in a single filed line. we are that white light that flashes in the sky, that brings heavy destruction, and beats the very soul of the imagination. i will fall from the cloud when i am no longer serving such a purpose. i will never fall from our cloud. speak clearly child. hold your head high, prove to them that for the purpose of maintaining forever is a simple blink of your eye. farewell my fellow man, hold close the soft whispers of their dreams.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
I am only physically on the ground. My feet are rooted but my mind stays high. Detatched from the normal, I can only see clouds, everyday life is just a reminder to remind myself that within it's first step all you can do is feel above the ground. The ground, the dirt, the sand, the rocks. Let us walk on water to promote dignity mearly defined at such a great peak in time, that we are projected all the way through our thoughts, steadily standing amoungst the magical world of the sharks and whales.
In hopes that one day this reaches you.
With doubts enclosing the light, shadows emerge with deceit and lies.
I am only hoping that one day this reaches you.
With guidance through the snow, you can always find your way home.
My arms are open. These eyes look with you. We see the same thing. Oh how we see the same thing. Whatever the cause, it makes me yell out your name, fully prepared to hear a distant shout, calming and settling in the front of my mind. In the back of my mind. I always seem to think of things in the back of my mind.
You are always in my mind. I feel my soul collectively forming within your heart. My soul is your soul. Your heart is my heart. IT sounds as if this were all planned, how perfectly damaged it all is. Without the down you can never see the up.
A word promoted as cleaver. I'll wash my hands of this, never to speak again.
Knowingly well aware of tomorrow bringing forth such a powerful energy from the sun, so much that when the storm is approaching and unleashes it's greatest fury, no matter how much damage was left behind in it's ruined past, the great hope for tomorrow is always sitting right in front of us all. And within this great hope for tomorrow, there is such a certainty that it will always come that you should never let yourself fall dissapointed and ashamed. We are just living life. I must follow my footsteps now, casting abroad the sure line of forever, to continue to speak of forever..... What a thought!
In hopes that one day this reaches you.
With doubts enclosing the light, shadows emerge with deceit and lies.
I am only hoping that one day this reaches you.
With guidance through the snow, you can always find your way home.
My arms are open. These eyes look with you. We see the same thing. Oh how we see the same thing. Whatever the cause, it makes me yell out your name, fully prepared to hear a distant shout, calming and settling in the front of my mind. In the back of my mind. I always seem to think of things in the back of my mind.
You are always in my mind. I feel my soul collectively forming within your heart. My soul is your soul. Your heart is my heart. IT sounds as if this were all planned, how perfectly damaged it all is. Without the down you can never see the up.
A word promoted as cleaver. I'll wash my hands of this, never to speak again.
Knowingly well aware of tomorrow bringing forth such a powerful energy from the sun, so much that when the storm is approaching and unleashes it's greatest fury, no matter how much damage was left behind in it's ruined past, the great hope for tomorrow is always sitting right in front of us all. And within this great hope for tomorrow, there is such a certainty that it will always come that you should never let yourself fall dissapointed and ashamed. We are just living life. I must follow my footsteps now, casting abroad the sure line of forever, to continue to speak of forever..... What a thought!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Expression. Simply needed to express.
Do we see the same colors? Do we attend the same events? Are we walking along, following each others footsteps? The hallway that led to the basement door has been shallow and vacant for some time now. With every distant action, featuring the smile of a young gentlemen, you may say it all secretly hides in the shadows of the hallway. You don't want to enter forever unless it is brightly lit. That's ok, for we are not the same. I do not see the same colors, I do not attend the same events, my footsteps are led by me, and followed by me. My hallway was very dim, very cold and unknown, and the day I let my ambitions go, the day I let myself detatch from every single solid pure realistic fact in my life was the day that I truely found myself following myself with every second a new step towards THE wanting of forever. I have found myself, I have found everything a simple man could ask for. Me a simple man? Absurd! For the time being, which for me is now with comfort of forever, I feel simple, simple because I have kept tight hold on love, and of course on forever. I praise my sunshine while we sit on our cloud. My wife, for my wife. My daughter, for my daughter.. I have given my entire soul to my sunshine and our cloud.
"I once was blind, but now I see."
Oh favorite line, I envy your every word.
I am the living fact that change and belief is right, and in its' right, every secret, every question ever asked has an answer. It has a place.
"I once was blind, but now I see."
Oh favorite line, I envy your every word.
I am the living fact that change and belief is right, and in its' right, every secret, every question ever asked has an answer. It has a place.
P.D. Ouspensky;
a few quotes from the man I learned countless feelings and ideas from.
"Generally speaking, the significance of the indirect results may very often be of more importance than the significance of direct ones. And since we are able to trace how the energy of love transforms itself into instincts, ideas, creative forces on different planes of life; into symbols of art, song, music, poetry; so can we easily imagine how the same energy may transform itself into a higher order of intuition, into a higher consciousness which will reveal to us a marvelous and mysterious world.
In all living nature (and perhaps also in that which we consider as dead) love is the motive force which drives the creative activity in the most diverse directions."
"There exist moments in life, separated by long intervals of time, but linked together by their inner content and by a certain singular sensation peculiar to them. Several such moments always recur to my mind together, and I feel then that it is these that have determined the chief trend of my life."
"Our ancestors were very rich and eminent people, and they left us an enormous inheritance, which we have completely forgotten, especially since the time when we began to consider ourselves the descendants of a monkey."
"Humanity in the face of the idea of hidden knowledge reminds one of the people in fairy-tales who are promised by some goddess, fairy or magician that they will be given whatever they want on condition that they say exactly what they want."
"I felt that on a basis of a "search for the miraculous" it would be possible to unite together a very large number of people who were no longer able to swallow the customary forms of lying and living in lying.
When a man begins to know himself a little he will see in himself many things that are bound to horrify him. So long as a man is not horrified at himself he knows nothing about himself."
"People who think they can control their negative emotions and manifest them when they want to, simply deceive themselves. Negative emotions depend on identification; if identification is destroyed in some particular case, they disappear. The strangest and most fantastic fact about negative emotions is that people actually worship them. I think that, for an ordinary mechanical man, the most difficult thing to realise is that his own and other people's negative emotions, have no value whatever and do not contain anything noble, anything beautiful or anything strong. In reality negative emotions contain nothing but weakness and very often the beginning of hysteria, insanity or crime. The only good thing about them is that, being quite useless and artificially created by imagination and identification, they can be destroyed without any loss. And this is the only chance of escape that man has."
and finally;
"Under the conditions of modern life we have more control over our thoughts, and in connection with this there is a special method by which we may work on the development of our consciousness using that instrument which is most obedient to our will; that is, our mind, or the intellectual centre. In order to understand more clearly what I am going to say, you must try to remember that we have no control over our consciousness. When I said that we can become more conscious, or that a man can be made conscious for a moment simply by asking him if he is conscious or not, I used the words 'conscious' or 'consciousness' in a relative sense. There are so many degrees of consciousness and every higher degree means 'consciousness' in relation to a lower degree. But, if we have no control over consciousness itself, we have a certain control over our thinking about consciousness, and we can construct our thinking in such a way as to bring consciousness. What I mean is that by giving to our thoughts the direction which they would have in a moment of consciousness, we can, in this way, induce consciousness."
Teachings, taught, and I am a believer.
"Generally speaking, the significance of the indirect results may very often be of more importance than the significance of direct ones. And since we are able to trace how the energy of love transforms itself into instincts, ideas, creative forces on different planes of life; into symbols of art, song, music, poetry; so can we easily imagine how the same energy may transform itself into a higher order of intuition, into a higher consciousness which will reveal to us a marvelous and mysterious world.
In all living nature (and perhaps also in that which we consider as dead) love is the motive force which drives the creative activity in the most diverse directions."
"There exist moments in life, separated by long intervals of time, but linked together by their inner content and by a certain singular sensation peculiar to them. Several such moments always recur to my mind together, and I feel then that it is these that have determined the chief trend of my life."
"Our ancestors were very rich and eminent people, and they left us an enormous inheritance, which we have completely forgotten, especially since the time when we began to consider ourselves the descendants of a monkey."
"Humanity in the face of the idea of hidden knowledge reminds one of the people in fairy-tales who are promised by some goddess, fairy or magician that they will be given whatever they want on condition that they say exactly what they want."
"I felt that on a basis of a "search for the miraculous" it would be possible to unite together a very large number of people who were no longer able to swallow the customary forms of lying and living in lying.
When a man begins to know himself a little he will see in himself many things that are bound to horrify him. So long as a man is not horrified at himself he knows nothing about himself."
"People who think they can control their negative emotions and manifest them when they want to, simply deceive themselves. Negative emotions depend on identification; if identification is destroyed in some particular case, they disappear. The strangest and most fantastic fact about negative emotions is that people actually worship them. I think that, for an ordinary mechanical man, the most difficult thing to realise is that his own and other people's negative emotions, have no value whatever and do not contain anything noble, anything beautiful or anything strong. In reality negative emotions contain nothing but weakness and very often the beginning of hysteria, insanity or crime. The only good thing about them is that, being quite useless and artificially created by imagination and identification, they can be destroyed without any loss. And this is the only chance of escape that man has."
and finally;
"Under the conditions of modern life we have more control over our thoughts, and in connection with this there is a special method by which we may work on the development of our consciousness using that instrument which is most obedient to our will; that is, our mind, or the intellectual centre. In order to understand more clearly what I am going to say, you must try to remember that we have no control over our consciousness. When I said that we can become more conscious, or that a man can be made conscious for a moment simply by asking him if he is conscious or not, I used the words 'conscious' or 'consciousness' in a relative sense. There are so many degrees of consciousness and every higher degree means 'consciousness' in relation to a lower degree. But, if we have no control over consciousness itself, we have a certain control over our thinking about consciousness, and we can construct our thinking in such a way as to bring consciousness. What I mean is that by giving to our thoughts the direction which they would have in a moment of consciousness, we can, in this way, induce consciousness."
Teachings, taught, and I am a believer.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
From what I can remember, I need to speak clearly, profoundly, proudly, honestly, strictly, purely. I am shy, I am afraid, I am weak, I forget, I lie, I sin, I disobey, I am ugly, I feel beautiful. I remember him telling me, "you are forever." I feel safe in his words, he speaks so strongly. In his words I know peace and love. I feel love. When I forget his words I remember my sorrow. I don't want to be sad anymore. But I am not sad. I am not afraid. I am not shy. I am not weak. I do lie, but I am only a human! Projected images are sprayed from my eye, more from my mind to my eye, to what I see in front of me, which is behind you. Think of this, you're not sure if what behind you is what you see when you turn around and it is front of you, truth of it all is, what is really existing, what is really non-existing, which one is reality and which one is just trapped up in our head. For me he spoke, he didn't just 'talk', he spoke, and I listened, I sat hours and hours and listened. He spoke on behalf of his inner most demons, he named them simply, his subconcious. What an explation to every thought processed, every pure reaction, every impure thought.
Alright now.
Alright now.
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