envisioning i ain't there yet!

From this moment. For the moment. Forever? I note change. Wondering how it came about, or to be within me, who is nothing special; just another Joe. Or sometimes John, Jack or Jacob or even “HEY YOU!”

I am not THERE YET!

Holy, whole, complete or finished. This/The process of unfolding continues. For now it is enough to simply say; ‘Be careful of what you pray for . . . ‘ Shy to say so for my many beloved friends: atheist, agnostic and believers who say so of themselves. There are no boundaries between we and god; only delusions, illusions, wishful thinking or indifference . . . possibly avoidance?

Could it be, it seems so, unfolding is better said: enfolding? By any measure or means, I previously thought, by kind or degree: when we die we rot: from nothing to nothing begot. Turn and turnabout  inside out, and upside down, I remain touched by something/someone greater than me. Integration is a process of becoming unending; beginning here-&-now.

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My vision/version/ideation is formulated from many resources, correct for me. Affirmed and convicted: to live and die for. It seems best described – not prescribed – a we: the entire family, living and dead, are woven into a tapestry complete, ineluctable, yet so vast as to defy description. Our language of any tongue: by race, creed, gender penchants, proclivities, practices or associations seems in those who have spoken words of any worth remembering seems to grow more exhausted by utterance of those who would sell of what they presume we need; not want.

For me the difference, is lights years apart, between: assertion/aggression, love/hate versus indifference, Life/Death. Analogies, Similes, epitaph, Epigraph, Metaphor or Parables seems inconsequential compared to experience. No “I” in I, me or what writes; but a near consumed cigarette butt flicked into a mud puddle or as remembered; at sea when the universe is surrounding, becalmed, a mirror if you must. Or, better, sailing upon cats paws alone in a dingy uncaring whither I go; the tiller gently nodding myself near asleep in the bilge at night beloved. . . .

The Way, trackless: I want only for you to remember yourself, as precious beyond all measure of value to God. Learning for now as if living forever while ready to die this moment. Until meeting Creation/The Creator/whatever image need be to guide you to a full consciousness. First and foremost you need a self beloved to know where and why we live trusting that.

. . . . alone we come and alone we go

home

- Julian Baggini

“The topic of personal identity is strictly speaking nonexistent. It’s important to recognize that we are not the kind of things that simply popped into existence at birth, continue to exist, the same thing, then die off the cliff edge or go into another realm. We are these very remarkably ordered collections of things. It is because we’re so ordered that we are able to think of ourselves as being singular persons. But there is no singular person there, that means we’re forever changing.” - in The Ego Trick: In Search of the Self

PS Consider, amusing or bemusing, Google knows your taste in erotica, your sperm or white cell count, when you ovulate or don’t, where you live, what and who or whom you love, etc. Who watches the watchers? Would you believe, you should you know! They track which side your hair is parted or not and the toothpaste brand and how often you brush or don’t ever.

Willy Shakes aka William Shakespeare @ Brianpickings.org

“ . . . . credos that underpin the analytical tool. Dubbed Prospero’s Precepts, these eleven rules culled from some of history’s greatest minds can serve as a general-purpose guideline for critical thinking in all matters of doubt:

1. All beliefs in whatever realm are theories at some level. (Stephen Schneider)
2. Do not condemn the judgment of another because it differs from your own. You may both be wrong. (Dandemis)
3. Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider. (Francis Bacon)
4. Never fall in love with your hypothesis. (Peter Medawar)
5. It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories instead of theories to suit facts. (Arthur Conan Doyle)
6. A theory should not attempt to explain all the facts, because some of the facts are wrong. (Francis Crick)
7. The thing that doesn’t fit is the thing that is most interesting. (Richard Feynman)
8. To kill an error is as good a service as, and sometimes even better than, the establishing of a new truth or fact. (Charles Darwin)
9. It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so. (Mark Twain)
10. Ignorance is preferable to error; and he is less remote from the truth who believes nothing, than he who believes what is wrong. (Thomas Jefferson)
11. All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed, second, it is violently opposed, and third, it is accepted as self-evident. (Arthur Schopenhauer)

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perceptions

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Were I a rich man I'd subscribe. However, not being one, makes me richer than those who stole my inheritance(s). In the process bankrupting the entire world economy. The cynics, who as Oscar Wilde said; “A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing.” 
"Heaven is within!" - J.C. 
' . . . and not within a bottomless rictus of greed.' - J.S.
is not hell the waste of the entire human race?

basis

There seems no reason for life other than love

conscious of itself. Complete with free will

pointless otherwise

. . . or do I mean free choice?

Save in life or death how can I know otherwise?

What dream awakened me this time?

Hurled from sleep awake and enthusiastic to write!

Yesterday at lunch, with M, our cherished times alone together.

I announced that after a lifetime of loving her I knew her not: the bride-of-my-youth.

Now awake realize it was my love projected upon the loveliness of her; a fantasy or incarnation of myself as woman, impossible and she remains a stranger as from beginning to end; loved nonetheless.

If I use the term friend, then what of M & me? We are friends uppercase and of she and I never in any other definition than legal. Remembering when burying either child of our marriage, individually and separately, I was alone and she elsewhere distant. Known where, yet unknown now as then, a stranger to my grief. She tearless while I wept, weeping then and now. And of now, even now, I weep for I remain alone and of she? Who knows? For unlike with M I never gained the confidence of her trust or self.

What remains unchanged, myself?! Utterly! I feel free of the nets thrown and restrained by my desires. Holding me loveless. Seeking empathy compassion from one incapable of it within her self. Or do I speak for most, if not all, of us? Conservative, holding what is within as truth versus experience.

What greater love can I express except to share with you the gift M has given me.

“Whether it is happy or unhappy, a man's life is the only treasure he can ever possess.” - Giacomo Casanova

Convicted, splayed, playing with my viscera, entailed to detail my lifelong search for love. Finding the Author of It, I am no longer at frenzy but peace. It is obvious, at least to me, The Author IS actual: extrinsic/intrinsic! But, at best, this is merely my faith and proofs as I wend my way wandering through life; all of it. Anathema? Perhaps to some, maybe more, if not most: folly and a fool am I.

The details of my life are wonderful, in fact, fabulous. Yet I remain a miner in the pits of fortune, begrimed, happily so. Remember, Mythology, is best when attempting description of what is too real to bear all at once. One thinks of Jesus and his miracles but remembers best his pithy parables so like the koans. Lending us wonder as we wander, pickax swinging at our fears within. Which I could detail but bored at the prospect since as with myself, so with you; one must find the dragon as friend or foe and saddle her/him. Burnt to a crisp then resurrected whole; either, neither or both: Dragon & Self. Think not and/or but and/both! But irrevocably changed for the better.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inertia

No one can, or will do it for you; not even “God.” That said you must do for yourself what your heart sees as best alone.

My conceit/conclusion: Religion is about, but not, God. Who by any other name remains: I AM. No single prophet, religion or governance is a revealed truth absolute . . . an answer to what we can know now and/or at the time of our death: face-to-face

Among my many enemies, most manufactured by myself, within, by misapprehension, the worst: thinking myself unlovable, abandoned, I became self-abandoning . . . a martyr to nothing, reverential to appearance superficial. Enslaved by beauty . . . but . . . is not truth beautiful?! “God is patient, kind, slow to anger . . . .” but never does for us what we must do for ourselves.

All else seems addiction, a dance of avoidance, ignorance . . .

be well.

PS

I remain astonished at my ignorance. Reverent towards The Author of all love and life. Confident who/what has lead me so far will continue beyond what now seems beyond all things.

. . . discovery never ends. Again, be well, be beloved of yourself as no one but “God” can.

“Forgiveness is the offspring of a feeling of heroism, of a noble heart, of a generous mind, whilst forgetfulness is only the result of a weak memory, or of an easy carelessness, and still oftener of a natural desire for calm and quietness. Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom.”

“My success and my misfortunes, the bright and the dark days I have gone through, everything has proved to me that in this world, either physical or moral, good comes out of evil just as well as evil comes out of good. My errors will point to thinking men the various roads, and will teach them the great art of treading on the brink of the precipice without falling into it. It is only necessary to have courage, for strength without self-confidence is useless.” - Giacomo Casanova (born 2 April 1725)

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Wikiquote:Quote_of_the_day/April#2

130402 03:01 basis

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put your brain in the microwave!

'If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all.'
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put your brain in the microwave!

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