Every one of us are both descendants to our ancestors as we are ancestors to our descendants. What we do here and now will have an affect on them both, because we are them. We embody them.
If we don’t take care of the effects our collective life has on them now, this is what it’s going to be.
It does not go anywhere.
It is us. Our life.
Memories and the mind
We can derive who we are from any combination of collective identity: sex, race, social class, vocation, nationality, or religion.
But what we are also derived from, is our ancestral memory. Of that which is encoded in the dna as the part of us just being humans.
We are also descendants to the reality behind the imaginations we have. Its not a physical thing. Its the memory we have of encoded identity.
And we are part of that mind too.
Comment to The Hollow men
We are skin robots with implants overlapping the memories of real human responses.
The descendants of being
It is about my basic understanding of reality.
Our memory is brought into the present now, as is our vision of the future. The today is given to us here and now. By both our past and our tomorrows. It is where we are. Envisioned by a distant past and brought to us as presence to our timeless being. We are of this reality to our mind, where existence itself is that continuously unfolding past alongside present events inside of our recreated imaginarium of beingness.
And we are more of a descendant to our being than we are of something of its content. It is right here the potency of our being is wedded into the memory of its origin. And it is also where our ancestral past genetic experience of being human is our perpetual recurring individual repetition of existence.
This is were we go for help, and were we get some guidance.
About gender
There is no doubt i am of an androgynous entity. This is regardless of any view i might have on actual gender, or on any conviction anyone may come up with to defend gender stereotypes. Physical appearance do not apply here. Speaking of myself, i took on the gender of my default orientation. And the influence coming from this choosing, was that my inner life was birthing a feminine, or opposite identity as compensation for doing this. My mother naturally became her first carrier. And her affection is what later gave me what i needed in life to be able to be open to my experiences on the nature of my being.
If we experience a conflict in here, it is inside of us. We are that conflict. And we are always running a risk to others to make the world our theatre of war.
It is what happens when we bring it outside.
more on beingness
Behind every conviction we have, there is a tyrannical convict of disrespect for our being.
Its not belief, its knowledge
There is another kind of knowledge. A knowledge of being. And it cannot be transferred from one person to another. It has to be relived by us individually as we move further and further into life.
As it is a process of this being, it has nothing to do with the imagination of any organised religion. My imagination does not work that way. Its a different kind of process. Its more about having a sense of creation. Of beingness. How to relate to it, and how it relates to this earth.
No words of any conviction can make this any justice. Its from where we act. Its from where we act as moral human beings. I have no need to turn this knowledge into a conviction. Convictions just turn us into pretentious pricks.
The world we live in
We all have a unique and individual expression of our being embedded in our dna. And some part of it is also inherited from a cultural conditioning behaving as a connection to a cultural past. When it unfolds in our spontaneous expression of being it will have its own pre-established way of presenting itself as imagination.
Its in our blood. And it is really not in the physical world. The struggle we have with this are within ourselves.
It also constitutes an individual form of danger when we by a collective, by corporations or governments, without a connection to our being allow ourselves to live out all kinds of interior worlds of imaginative self interest onto other people. We will then become a danger both to people, and to the world.
What we are doing to each other then, to this otherness, is trying to mirror and replace the within in other people, with that of our own, and then try to morally justify our actions by the submission of other people. As if a loud voice or forcefulness was an argument in itself.
And if they do not agree to this. We bring our war to them.
This will now become our world.
About collective regression
When we were forced to believe in what was written down, and not in what we hear and we can see, we were also forced to separate our physical life from the experience of our transpersonal life. Our imagination were taken from us, and we got driven out of our selves and forced to replace it with someone else’s perception of being. It is still happening to us. We are still living with this collective threat on individuality everyday.
The doubt this creates is what separate us from our beingness, and that is what make people so confused.
Who owns imagination?
The reluctancy to change comes from our unwillingness to give up any existential ownership of individual imagination.
The father of our civilised world
Imaginary speaking, I find myself living in a society which is compelled to act this figure in the cloud out with the ruling it has over everybody´s apprehension. They don´t seem to know it, but they are supporting him by continuing his old formal character, making his outworn presence felt in everyday life in terms of rules and regulations, in dogmas, and in a distant dead behaviour coming out of it. They are upholding a system of absence in their lives by trying to fill themselves up with a sense of responsibility and duty towards social and religious convention. Which they also force onto others. They believe in some principles of normality. Not in the experience of transpersonal reality. And nobody seem to be questioning this cloud figure rulings there. They just see themselves as a single part of his organisational maintenance.
It is almost incomprehensible what this is doing to them, and to our environment.
His tyrannical madness is what makes them all crazy.
The Great Mother
The male end of our inner balance is on the emphasis of the product by focused, self-disciplined energy to do, to shape, to specify, to name and define. The female end is on the process, and on the experience of being. Appearantly, the male end is also the current ideal to which a one-sided collectivity aspires.
Of everything associated with femininity, being is perhaps the most misunderstood since the relation to being is defined through developing a close relationship to nature, to other people, and to life. Its about our capacity to be receptive to our lives in an embodied way. Here we listen to our within, to another kind of creativity, and to our own inner sense of things. She is our crucible and our liberation from a world of sufferings. It is also by her we get our first lesson of life through our mother.
Our planet earth also carries all life in a similar way as a Great Grand Mother being to us. She is then that part of us that honors the nature of our inner life in relation to earth and our individual way of being, regardless of how different we might appear with our behaviour to the collective and its principles of normality.
This male and female balancing is a living reality right here and now, a presence were being is the neglected part of our conciousness, it is suppressed by the preferred static ideals so many of us seem to rely on. Together with a reluctancy to change.
So we just force ourselves to stay busy. Searching all over the place for this being, acting like we are completely out of our minds.
Restoring a landscape
Mother nature
She is the growth and eternal renewal of all life. She carries and nurture the source and generative power of life. She embeds it and cares for its forms coming to life. It is the very spirit of life which is brought to her for her to carry. And she is what makes it all possible, because she brings whatever shape given to her, its physical body. When they are given to her she will nourish them. She will provide for them, and she will care for their wellbeing. Without her there would be nothing, our physical life will not exist at all. Life will no longer have its beingness. It will disappear from the source of individual life.
Life will be deprived of its purpose, it will have no meaning.
Citizens of being
Can we allow ourselves to live our life from the inside out, following the nomadic life of within and its impulses. Or do we choose to live our life from an imaginary outside mirror constantly judging us by some principle of normality that we are not?
This is the inside war of our individuality. Here is my battleground and my rage.
It is a terrible war of balance. A fight for my life.
Incredibly powerful
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Violins have shaped all my shadows with nude names like valiant dictionarys of young giants in carefully small chariots of bare skin.
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Dots of dreaming with blue waters left here is wearing the skies of time in faithful orbits furrowed by servants eating my tiny newborn sirens dressed in noisy cherries.
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Obsessed arrows of huge stars falling into my biological dreamlike spells of brief shapes seeding the matter I made of distance with the infinite contents of tired flesh.
Dad in the cloud
I can never get into the image of a dad in a cloud. I don´t have that in me. I can understand the need for it. Why some need that kind of authority. An existential dad acted out by someone else, or to clothe a form of abstraction of it with a human form. But for me that it is just a confusion. A displacement of myself. Of my in between non-placed source and me. I cannot agree to this kind of replacement. It would leave me defenceless to a world that has lost it.
I can only watch with horror how dad in the cloud deals with this world.
On christmas celebration
In contradiction to what christianity had led us to believe, and later american consumerism, i suggest that Santa Claus origin is rather to be found in the northern folklore figure of Väinämöinen, the hero creator of our world anew. And in the stories about him where he is viewed as the essence and the source. A wise man. The seer and creator. The bringer of conciousness. A bard, and the god of chants, songs and poetry.
Väinämöinen is thus very far from the figure we invigorate our children with. And he has nothing to do with our present day view of Santa Claus or the christian substitution Saint Nicholas.
Väinämöinen is connected to the foundation of the world pillar, also thought of as the ”world tree” that was thought to rest on the Pohjantähti or the North Star holding up the world. This is the very star that we put att the top of the christmas tree.
The north star and its position in the sky is also the place where heroes seek marriage with the daughters of Pohjola. Here in Pohjola the female Louhi is the powerful and evil witch queen ruling over the northern realm of Pohjola with her ability to change shape and weave mighty enchantments. She is a queen of great power that request a payment for the hands of her daughters in marriage. Louhi sets difficult to impossible tasks to perform in order to claim such a prize as her daughters, which leads to the forging of the Sampo.
The sampo is one such payment, a magic mill of plenty which churns out abundance. Its churning lid have also been interpreted as a symbol of the celestial vault of the heavens, embedded with stars, revolving around a central axis or the pillar of the world, which is our christmas tree. The giving of gifts as the sampo, can be seen as an act of sacrifice to Louhi, for one of her daughters hands. The hero and creator has to give something up to gain entrance to Pohjola and to get himself a wife. And this is done with chants, songs and poetry. And in giving we also get the magic abundance back. The celestial vault of the heavens. And we are also helping to keep the world up on its pillar. Because if there is no pillar, there is no wife. And there is no world.
There is also a good reason for doing all this at the time of ”christmas”. Christmas is celebrated on winter solstice when the pillar seems to be at its weakest, and almost broken on the longest night of the year. And as a recognition of rebirth, of creating or balancing up the world again with the help of ”Santa Claus”, or Väinämöinen, we try to assemble back his lost gift. The Sampo. Which was stolen by Louhi and broken. We bring back the pieces of sampo as christmas gifts to be able to enter Pohjola.
When we celebrate christmas, we are trying to help keeping the world up on its pillar.
About our own being
The world we call reality is what we put into it from the experience of our being. It is the mirror world we walk in. And it is our relation to being that creates its intensity and value. The alternative is to succomb to some people wanting to drive us out of ourselves and replace us with themselves.
We can let others make us be to them, what they want to see about themselves in us, in their need to control others from being separate individuals of this being in themselves.
But it is our very own connection to being which is at stake here. And it is precisely this that makes a difference to the world.
If there is one thing we can change to make any change for the better, it is this. We can become a container for our own being.
But most people seem to have lost this connection, they don´t listen anymore, or they don´t have the courage to learn its language anew.
And this is what makes them all crazy.
About authority
We seem to have mixed up senses about what the meaning of power and the meaning of authority is. Power is the sun, the growth of nature. Authority is the interconnection of all life cycles beyond individual life. Authority is that existential knowledge which cannot be transferred from one person to another. That which has to be learned anew by each and everyone of us, by ourselves, alone.
Authority is respect for that which will help us on our way.
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Old automatic moments are running into my consumed random I, obtaining the suddenness of a tempted practice any consciousness dictates in the atmosphere of passive politeness where it becomes a betrayal to reason.
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The geometric breath inside our dressed horizon enters all my self-created aerie mouths of backward language when it turns to me from the same direction their appearance claws the statements of an infinitely illustrated black tradition as a dictionary kind of chaos.
The reality of being
”In the spiritual sense of reality you’re connected to everything, you know you’re connected.
But in the religious perception of reality, you committed a crime for being born, and in order to be – to justify being here – to get to stay – you had to submit yourself to an authoritarian system. You had to submit to the male dominator chain of command.”
— John Trudell
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I disguise the garments of beneath with my disembodied organs from the yearning flows of silence I extract in you and all the icy corners I have found of gardens turned to me in moments of reversed distraction.
Modern Humans are Walking Dead
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Our souls are instruments of time that flowers stars in dreams of matter shaping any vertical beyond as my genesis of clouds to my forgetfulness in finding euphoria.
It is the immaterial light of essence i have, when i am drifting inside my overloaded senses.
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You who air that immense unrestrained electric swarming of diabolical and great dancing marmalade to a sheltered universe of a perfectly scattered order.
You build the realities of whirlwinds to the sound of my attitude.
But you are also a parallel, and my connection to absolute boredom.
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I have to milk the alphabet of space as my lost memories dark mannequin nests and want that empty but immediate passage of flesh covered by my daylight confetti.
About being
We are a civilization about to drown in our own mental waste.
About collective awareness
When we identify with our collective awareness we also tend to make statistics of ourselves. We begin to adjust to, and live by a principle of normality, and everything not behaving according to this principle of statistics, must be abnormal. We dehumanise both ourselves and others from the spark of individuality. We become a threat to commonality and therefore this must be diagnosed and ”treated” with. We must make a statistical example of this aberrancy, of this threat from individuality to commonality.
Whatever this collective identification might be, or consist of, it is this face of awareness we use which make us generalise. We begin to see everything as something common and we depersonalise everyone and everything. We become pretentious pricks.
But its proper use should rather be to use this face of awareness to catch our sparks.
Because here, the strangest thing occur. It not only makes us feel unique, it also connects us to something that is common to us all. And this have nothing to do to a principle of normality.
It is just the living experience of what we are.
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Reason is a backstage vertical sensation of another observing beyond closely echoed in this biological slumber by signs admitted to any falling motion of euphoria.
About our personal double
We have been led to believe that we have to use a substitute for ourself. A not us to be used as a separate personality, and to be lived out as some kind of a non-connected representative of words rather than the experience of what we are. An attitude to be expressed as an alternative to individuality outside of our true being as an adjustment to how we think others want to perceive us. But even if we then somehow believe it is us, it is still going to behave as something separate from us. No matter how hard we try to convince ourselves otherwise, it is going to generalise and depersonalise our actions in the world we live in as that other. And by using it in that way, we will then come to blame an act of what we are doing on the role we are playing. Even if our actions still are our personal doings.
It is quite telling when people do awful things to other people or to our earth, and then look completely dumbfounded to the responsibility when confronted with it.
They don’t even sense it as something of their own. Its that ”other one”, the surrogate personality.
It has become a separate personality acting on its own.
Maybe, its true or proper use is to help us personify all that we have of that inside of us, which can act as us and be as us from within, and make that better known to us in its own rights through our energized experiences.
We seem to have more in common with the aboriginal stomp dance in the light of a campfire than is apparant to the eye.
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The fish dreamings white moon shells my crowded yesterdays senses with the cloud beings of my fables godmother.
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I have come to reopen that spectacular mosaic torment one could become of the many pretended angel-likes were a between is the essential size among its offers and behaves like an airy robe of omnipotent variability all nights uses to confide us to the sun.
Where is the battleground?
Everyone is fighting a battle. To fight it out outside, or to follow one who does, is avoiding it in a way that makes others suffer it for you.
The battles we stage out there, are all inside.
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Our monuments are the studied exhilaration of servants in mechanical famine visiting accomplishments wearing spiritual dandies like possessed elephants.
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The interrupting flame of the occasionally ridden inner concretion of my composition is biting that in-drawn play working to strangle all the light by repetitions of a labeled breath in the opus of a profound dark conductor discovered at the sight of my evening animal with immense mathematical familiarity.
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As we are our rejuvenated and disturbed arrival of navels, its arms will feed a torso to a generally young and amputated hour of its day in a relief of a clock that breathes like a deep compass with the hands our earth has painted as life.
Inequality creates crime, not poverty
And if you look at it the other way around, this will show that where crime rate is high, there is a lot of inequality.
Life cycles and tradition
All life come in cycles. Most of what we call science includes a study of these cycles.
So what about the cycles of man?
We live in relatively short cycles. As a comparison, a pine tree may live up to 800 years.
For us to preserve something of our inner being beyond the time of individual cycles, we must have some sort of tradition. Early traditions enforced our individual sense of perception outside of time. They offered people a set of existential instructions from our ancestors, passed over to the descendants about the development of individuality and its extension above all cycles. Because if we ever was to loose these set of instructions, we would only know and live in this present one. And we would have no knowledge about anything beyond it. We will loose our connection to the cycles of life existing all around us. And we will be confused about our being here.
So, if we get lost in our own cycle, and in our relation to the cycles of life, we will not know how to receieve it’s teachings, how our own cycle gives us its instructions. We cannot hear the voice.
The connection will be lost.
And we will become repetitive in our way of life no matter the need for us to change.
We will become governed by the circles of commerce, with the latest products, trends, and with the repetition of our behaviour in the latest news that never change.
Who we are?
If we define our personality through our belonging to a collective or a group, or an organisation, or a country, and then only by what we do accept as that, we give in to a world were our sole reality becomes defined by what we are not.
We are going to be a people of constant personal neglection, and collective criticism.
And since we then have to redefine ourselves constantly to the ever changes of life, we tend to hold on to only a preferred and limited set of collective beliefs for a personality. This is how we want others to see us. But what we do not accept here, the restrictions we put on ourselves, will be what others must learn about us to be able to reach us. We do not allow it in any other way. This is what we are going to make other suffer with us. And since all we do from now on must be good, it will never occur to us, or even enter our mind, that we are the personal cause of any bad things that we inflict upon the world, both individually and as a collective. Because there can be no moral responsibility now, everything we do can only be of good.
There is no longer that being inside us as in human being. We have not come to that yet.
We have lost our morals.
Look around.
Globalisation
Globalisation is the word we use with corporations and banks to get to exploit every local resource available at no cost, to maximise the profit where it is not responsible to no one, anywhere.
It is the ultimate disconnection from earth.
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The perception of having feelings are the fugitives of this reality given to our presence.
About relationships
As humans we must never break the relationship to being. Being is always, it is our relationship to life. We are descendants of being and will become ancestors in layers of this relationship.
There is no blame or guilt in this, it is a kind of personal responsibility.
Breaking this connection is lack of moral itself. A breaking of our connection to place.
And to earth.
About good and evil
If we are lucky with our parents we get to grow up in the garden of eden. We will get close to earth.
But at some point we have to leave it. And we have to bring some of it with us because it is us.
Again, if we are lucky, we get initiated by our parents or some other elder when its time.
To be initiated will make us bring eden with us, that which have been given to us before we got dressed up in the generalisations of a collective personality and become that narrowness of a cultivated ideal.
Even without luck we have to find eden anew. It is not a question of good and evil.
It is both. A condition of life.
Everyday we can watch what happens when some part is preferred for the other. Our ego loose sight of right and wrong, and starts looking after itself in a forced, one sided and opinionated way. What once was eden has now turned against us.
Our moral sense is lost and we become num to the views of others and to life. We will try to force our one sidedness onto others, and pride ourself of becoming insensitive, primitive and ugly.
Without this moral conditioning from life itself, we will become a danger to life.
And believe me,
by being that person, we will also make ourselves a bloody bore.
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What i materialise will read us in as guests while weaving a place of dreams painted like the summit of the we and always visible beyond this time of when.
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What locations own in places turned phrase as discipline is the unexpected characteristics of all editions of the garden of eden I turned half as a son.