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There is one side of us where no one else can follow.

Our being, or to be in that simple state we like to call being, is not an inactive state of nothingness. It is where we are closest to the identity of our form of being.
Here is the battleground between our pre- conditional forgotten metaphysical memory of what we are, and later collective attempts to change our perception of what that nature really is.
This is an extremely active personal state of being.
It is right here that our true identity, and the entire nature of that whole being becomes visible.

The christian merge with capitalism have always coincided with colonisation, with the re-education and desecration of traditional values, and a conversion of other cultures into a christian one for profit, giving colonialism its legitimacy.
But not all of them wanted to be citified and live without an intimate connection to the natural world. Most of them didn’t want to be molded into the religious, economic, political, or educational system of our world.
And there are still people who doesn’t want to live in a designed world created by someone else on convictions that doesn’t belong to them.
The world they know was already there.
It was already in them.

If i was to describe femininity i would say it is psychic relatedness. But then i am also aware that it is just a concept, one way to assign comprehensibility to my own experiences. It is my femininity. How my imagination make my psychic reality perceivable to me.

Indigenous people have been viewing the flow of life from within for more than eight thousand years. They have known that the rational side of life, or patriarchal side, should assist and work to support the natural flow of life as it passes through us. They know that the world that we are in, is also inside us. And this is what ensure the survival of all life.
But then the plague of christian colonisation of ancestral memory swept over the world as it tried to save the world from itself.
And now this world and the origin of its species needs to be saved from them.

From the perspective of individuality, time is an objective experience and eternity closely related to ones subjective state of being.
In this context, less time is therefore more being. Or more eternity.
It is another kind of time.

Without ever thinking about it, most people have unknowingly adopted the christian view that only humans have a soul. Or have any part in the soul of the world. And it is by christian men alone having this, that only they can create a psychological relationship with the world at large.
It is with this attitude we justify our own importance and loose our perspective for the natural world and behave superior to nature.
This attitude makes us fall into our own wilderness, we start worshipping our own agendas.
We become an out of hand destructive element polluting all areas of the world on which we depend because we are downsizing our fundamental capacity to relate. We are as much part of someone else’s environment as they are part of ours. The world in which we live is also the world which lives in us. By turning off the world we are no longer part of something opposite of our own rationality, discrimination and judgement.
As with all creatures, from stars to humans, to insects. We share in our own consciousness a form of a primary chaordic force. We each mirror a part of that consciousness. Of that relatedness opposite of rationality.
With the onesidedness of rationality, we are no longer able to recognise this, or how it relates to the context in which we live.
We loose a profound expression of what we are.
This christian bulldoze view of superiority has merged with capitalism without moral or ethics, to create what we call our modern world as an opposite to the native world of relations.
And it is completely out of control.

I made my first time psychological experience of chaos when my parents broke up. It wasn’t just their separation. I was also separated from the immediacy of everything i knew and cared about. So the interiority of the world engulfed me and i lived inside it for a very long time. But i also learned a lot about what it was. And later that perhaps it have served me a purpose. I did get out a couple of times. Love have a way with things. But soon enough i got thrown right back in.
It is a terribly frightening experience to learn that there is an infinate spontaneous perspective to cosmology and habitual order. And to encounter the inevitability of this raw nature at first hand. To be overrun by it.
It does not matter how old you are. It is merciless. And it will always
shake you up like nothing else.
It is what any initiation does to you.

I’ve never been able to equate hell with chaos. It is a christian thought that has never been part of my experience. Hell for me have always been this artificially created culture and its -isms and ideologies. How they relate not only to nature within, but also how its attitude relate to the nature of the world. Chaos is a completely different experience, it is a psychic condition, initially associated with pain. It is the beginning of an inner realignment that later transfer itself into a chaordic energy of infinite recurrence. Or a spontaneous flow of the world, seen from within.
It is from this experience my close relation to mother earth was born.

I could never have thought that transcendence in our present day life was ever to sacrifice the inherent attitude of hero -ism for the great mother of the eternal return who devours her progeny. And that this sacrifice has to be done after having gone through an almost unimaginable effort of separation from the original mother to become part of this artificially invented culture, with all of its ongoing ideological and mythological struggles to get independence from her.
But we have to sacrifice him to get access to the source and to the cycles of life.
He must be sacrificed so that life might renew.

We can view the great cosmic mother, the source of all life and the incarnated experience we have of her, as the metaphysical perception of an eternal recurrence in her physical form as mother earth. The cosmic father can be viewed as an incarnation of a potency, the great generator, the being that is able to create itself out of matter. That is, the one seeding his metaphysical creation in mother earth with the mythical patterns he has created out of his being, thus creating the behavior that differentiates the actions and creative flow in all physical forms by the background patterns of nature that we may call its consciousness.
It is almost like viewing another layer of being.
To enter life inside itself.

When it is dark. Everything not visible becomes more alive. Even that which is dead. It is the restful sound of reflexion that is expressed by life inside itself.
And as darker it gets, the smaller the difference is between man and animal. Between nature within and nature without.
The living memory of how close we are is becoming more and more evident. The world of my reality and the world of my imagination moves closer to each other.
That is, my consciousness and the unknown, the light of the day and the world of the unconscious is almost standing next to each other.
It is always something separated here that wants to be joined together again. That needs to be met and dealt with between the different levels of reality.
Here it it is done with me as one of its participants.

We are all witnesses to something inside of us from where we are receiving our experiences. It is in the midst of our being. And the I is not what is doing the transmitting to me from the impression of what I imagine.
It comes from another source, and it is handed to me to make me respond to the inside of a world to which we are also a part.
And it calls on me for an aesthetic response that has moral implications.
It is more like responding to the soul of the world.
This is what make me react in a different way from most, not having established this relation.

Mens otherworldliness, because it conflicts with life, must be dreamed into existance and carefully cultivated into the maternal ground.

— Aboriginal wisdom

Most of us walk around in life missing that our impulses have a content.
We have even named it projection when we act on their behalf.
If we try not to generalise, we could even identify some of them because the original character of our impulses really are our first and primary projectors.
It is their actions that make up this world.

One scientific tool of the mind is generalisation. Almost every one use it outside of this context and they become sort of distracted from being humans. Few of us seem to realise that it is just a tool, unless we are a being of a different setup than thinking, with a preference for logic. But by applying generalisation to our daily life, we are actually being reductive to our way of relating to the world both outside and inside of us.
We are lumping together all kinds of different perceptions of personal reality, excluding the being inside of the human from it.
”A class of humans is not a human, A class of trees is not a tree.” is rather what should be applicable to everything both inside of us, and in the physical world of our senses.
When we are using our symbolic or creative language we are not only expanding on the representations or forms perceivable by our outer senses, we relate to them. From the viewpoint of our consciousness all our experience is likely to be symbolic wether it comes from the inside or the outside, because all we know are symbolic residues that originates from a single individual source shared by us all.
When we generalise we are imposing a generalisation as a system of thoughts, reducing the world and everything in it to an order of that system.
We are forgetting the relation we have to the living presence from which it arose.
And forgetting this is what deprive us of our perceptual richness and intensity.

Peoples almost complete lack of internality makes them such a bloody bore.

Everybody is born not only from woman but as woman.
Mens otherworldliness, because it conflicts with life, must be dreamed into existence and carefully cultivated in the maternal ground.

— Australian aboriginal wisdom

When we are leaving childhood and are in a transition, moving into young adults, we realize that the world we are living in is really a horrible shitworld containing every single horror we can possibly think of. Nothing of what we have learned so far prepared us for this, and nobody comes to guide us. We are on our own trying to decide on what to accept of it, what our own part of it is, and what we really need to compromise with. If we are lucky, we go into this with a strong personal sense of who we are, feeling confident in ourselves. Because what happens now is determined by the foundation of how you got here. You are going to be pounded so hard by opposites that no words of comfort that do not correctly confirm or identify your experiences will be accepted by you, they will be instantly rejected. We act on impulse now. We are on impulse mode, learning about ourselves, so we are not susceptible to anything else. And as we are moving in our direction, we are going to realize just how helpless both those closest to us, and everyone else really are to the horrors of this world, and to the pressure this battle causes in us. Most of us have not been equipped with what we need to face this. People with a background in native traditional beliefs have a great advantage here compared to the average urban-rural divided westener.
Hopefully you will pass through. With or without any guidance. Mostly by blindness, ignorance, imprudence and disbelief.
But somehow later in life, we will have to try to find the language and the means to face it properly.
We have to ready ourselves for it, because it will come back to hit us again every time we are required to make a transition in life. Or someone else around us do.
And if we didn´t do it right the first time, we will have to do it all over again together with everything that we left behind inside of us.

My consciousness continuum is like an orphaned equal to this literally weight that i have madly handled in the shape of only sanctioned references that spontaneous imagination has abandoned in my nature.

Walking is a way of listening, of being in a still awareness that recognises this spring that is inside us. Over the years i have silently called on it, and it have called on me.
There is no need of words.
This quietness is the great life-giving source in us all.
It is what mother nature carries for us, acting as its vessel as we spend our life dressed up as metaphysical beings.

We are the conceptualization of the ever-moving passage between two different levels of existance.
Our memories, visions, ideas and impressions are what is left behind in the objective world by the movement of our being.
And when we have left it there, we always return back to our original interior state from which all differentiation arises.

There is an innate potential deposited in the earth and in all forms of nature.
Its vibration is a sort of specifying, a form of energy moving toward naming and objectification in the outside world.
It is in this connection we will find our way.

In its original sense, our being is something eternal, and we refer to it as past, present and future. It is the very explanation of the ongoing creation of all things. The unfolding which is always there. And the very reason for existance.
What we call identity is not something learned by reference. It is this relation.
And this is what truly governs our behaviour over time.