Etikett: natur

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.

Today spring arrived with our wagtail couple.

People have an annoying tendency to confuse illness with suffering, where suffering is lifes opposite of delight, or happiness.
The opposite of happiness is not illness.
It is where our being interfere with how we relate to the content of what we think we are, and something about our being is not compatible with that content.
This is what i see when I look at the world and how we relate to it.

There are these giants, giants who feel nothing. Their thoughts move slowly, and they are irritable and reactive. We call them stallo. They are hypnotized by themselves. In relationships, our economies, our media, our political systems. They cannot be argued with.
They are uncontrollable, infectious creatures. And anyone who falls into a state of thick-headed affect becomes them automatically.
Our interactions with these giants in the psychical world depicts what happens when we are possessed by their instinct.
They will pick their teeth with our bones.

If i backtrack the associations holding my origins, back to my eternal collection of vibrant intangible ancestors, my being becomes this re-generated essence created by the influences of our relationship.

Its like having a piece of you chipped off. It makes something about you always missing. You are not whole. Not ready. Never. What is left behind in the opening is your impulsive part. That which makes you completely uncivilized and the part of you, you can never control but always looking for. It makes you no different from anyone else. And it makes you ashamed of yourself and it humiliates you. It will really, really question you about your moral standards and your moral conditioning. And at the same time, it is what brings you out of yourself, into exaltation. It will take you out of the ordinary and out of time. You will feel elevated, creative and capable of doing anything you want. And you want to stay in wonderland, in that state of uninterrupted creativeness forever. But it will also make you touchy, defensive and flat out unpleasant.
You will not be you.
And when you come down, you come down hard.
But here on the ground, You will be looking around for that little place called being. Of quietness. Of peace, tranquillity and balance. Of humility.
Only here can we find what is far from it all but always right there.

The creative principle of the spiritbeing, as consciousness, is also our eternal existence derived from the primeval world of the unconscious as a son principle, born of the feminine, and the great grand mother earth.
This is wonderfully depicted in sami by Raedien-attje as the source, and his wife Raedienahkka from which everything gets its shape. With her he has the son Raediengiedte. This son is also an attribute of Raedien-attje himself, in being the generative force who brings all the forms of life to mother earth, Maderakka. Maderakka then causes the form to grow a body of matter around it.
By her, we are then becoming a personification of this reoccuring constellation, like it is our principle of being.

My body is this tree. A spring and a vessel. It is my being when it dwells in the wind as it seeds the earth beneath its sun, bathed in abundance of this endless regenerous body of life.
This tree is the origin tree. Made of maternal matter brought into early morning light.
It is the tree of creative movement, of night and day. Of conception.
It is the tree of trees.

There is this point of entry. It reveals itself in a mountain lake, in a landscape, a sunset. In long stretches of solitary hiking in the woods or in the mountains.
They are used as a vessel by my unconscious processes were I then gain access to the existential otherness of the world. It is were places of exchange between our inner world unknown occur, as it enters into our consciousness outside.
It is here I can preserve its living content and get access to its uninhibited correspondence with nature.

The only experience that can give us an incorruptible value is being in the apparition of an archetypal form. That is, to be in the vast intangible vibrating energy of its numinous experience.
It is how we emerge out of nothingness. How we define ourselves.
It is also how our original ancestors appear to us.

Its a big difference in doing the right thing and acting in its best interest.

It’s like trying to live up to everything thrown at us. All of that which is not something that we can relate to as being true to our own personal characteristics. To be absorbed and replaced by a mindset keeping us constantly occupied with ideals and views disconnecting us from ourselves. A knowledge base not related to, or connected to our own specific version of being. We are trying to become this ideal sub personality. With its unachievable ideals by which we infect ourselves and others. This is why we are always trying to get others to confirm its reality to us as we become collective beings by identifying ourselves with it. We use knowledge as our pretend solution to inner reality and lost tradition. But knowledge cannot hold it for us because we are subordinate to it, and it requires a sacrifice. Which is our bloated hell of ideals and expectations in everything scattered around that we are trying our best to live up to, or force onto others in the hope to control it.
It is also what we have in common with all kinds of radicalism, fundamentalism or extremism. We experience it daily while it is trying to poison us by our media and in the infectious political agenda of ideological opposites. It is always present in the relations of our ordinary everyday life since it begins with our own being. It is what we are outside of our own borders. What we dont pay attention to, and what we are doing to others.
It is about knowing were I ends and others begin, and stop throwing dark curses around us unwittingly.
We really are the only true demons of this world.

If my mind is the relation that I claim to have to the contents of my being, then any relation that I may have to it, must be conditioned on what wells up from this being every day.
It is independent of me, and of any one of us. It is not something that we make up by our selves. We are a small part of this spontaneous content making itself known to us while it is becoming aware of itself.
What we loosly call consciousness, is only what we choose to relate to for some coherency to make us have a sense of individuality. We even tend to personalize the origin of its content, in spite of the fact that it emerges from the outside of our mind. So all of our widely separated personal claims of ideas are just going to make us feel disconnected from our selves because they will no longer have a relation to our being.

The unseen world is obviously populated with all sorts of powers that must be reckoned with, because they really are a phenomena with an inherent energy that goes beyond individual life, and something we utilize as our oracles.
Its about identification. Of what is manifest as actual.
It can be seen as a perspective of reincarnation when we try to maintain a conscious relation to this as we passes back and forth through its reality.
But it is not the distinct individual who is reborn.
It is a sense of being related to what produces our consciousness.
The experience we make of our relation to its content.

We behave as hungry ghosts in Shangra-La looking for some part of ourself in another body.

It is a kind of wisdom, an act of something like a behavioural impulse. Experienced as our guardian ruler by psychological faith. Not by any commandments. It is our embodiment of honorable judgment. The spirit as a descendant tied to a line of forefathers. To the way they are in their voices of moral sensibility present in this life. And by the inner reflexions coming from the spirit of those who have gone before them.
When we sense a confusion coming out of a collectives fatherless life ”out there”, and we wonder why it could be so, the ancestor being has been evoked, because he is our deepest unconscious reflection, our cultural relational creator in its most distinctive internal and external sense. We are truly beings in the context of his space and time.
And we are wearing him as our mystery of cultural creation.

We are the daily expression of ancestral patterns that process the world in a collective ordening of our senses guided by the unfolding emergence of an explanation we will have to answer to from the realms beyond the unborn and the dead.

It is like our past ancestral experiences of inner life have left this original deposits of energy behind in us. And during the encounters we have had with that origin, the energy discharged have left a record inside a chain of reference for us to be used in the encounters followed by this first one, from which all the others also originates.
They re-create themselves in our being, and beyond. As images, energy tones, and in all the actions our own encounters with them will imprint on us.
They are always there.

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.

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.

Behind every conviction we have, there is a tyrannical convict of disrespect for our being.

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.

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.

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.