Saturday, November 02, 2019

"An Introspective Travelogue into that Far Kingdom, EVER so Close at Hand."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

It's all calm on every front here. Then I go out into the wide world, as seen from my various internet perches and all is not calm on almost any front. I walk away from the computer, troubled by the things I have seen... knowing it is all out of my hands. The only thing I have any possibility of influence over is me. Then... there is the consideration that there is no me. All there is a a temporary amalgam of persona brought together by the aggregate of what I've been through and the product of that astrological map that set in place the predispositions and inclinations I brought from the last go rounds. The eternally existing me is like the white screen that a film is projected on. Each lifetime is a film that begins and ends and the white screen is always there in the interim, unaffected by any of the movies that were screened on it.

None of the troublesome conditions are anywhere in the house as I walk through it. None of these conditions are outside my door, or down the street, in the nearby stores or the faraway stores; where they are is in my head. I saw evidence of them. I heard about them and the magic manifestation machine in my head, the subconscious factory below decks, brought an experience of each of them into my thoughts. If I don't personally attach myself to any of these situations or conditions, there's no context for interaction between me and whatever facsimile of something my mind created, as representative of whatever it is or was. The facsimile, of course, is a subjective and seriously incomplete projection on the screen of the mind.

It seems like the only important consideration is; what's behind the mind and... what is behind that and what, if anything, is behind that? The heart has similar considerations. It generates feelings that have to do with sensory reports. We're talking about the heart as a creative force that makes identifiers for whatever comes up, whatever is encountered or experienced. We call it something, we label it as good or bad and it gets an emotional qualifier that is associated with it and... the heart moves on to the next thing... or it doesn't. There are all sorts of potential results... limitless prospects. Let's say a particular heart's most recent encounter involved a bullet passing through it. This would involve it moving on in a more dramatic fashion than what it had previously been used to running into. Wow, Visible, that was abrupt (grin).

The near totality of my life has been a search for The Divine Being. It stands to reason that if you persist in anything, you're going to either get very competent at it, or eventually succeed in the acquisition of it. There are the alternatives that... you'll never get more than basically competent because you lack, 'the gene' and also that you won't get whatever it was, because; it is exceedingly rare and the competition for it fierce, it turned out to be non existent, or... you changed your mind because you changed along the way.

I'm not going to go too deeply into my struggles, beyond a few thoughts, concerning terrain and degree of difficulty. From the time I could walk, I was used as a handball and a punching dummy. This could have had a lot to do with the intensity of my quest from the inception. I suspect I asked for this 'direct route', prior to entry. Regardless of the pain and attendant psychological torment, it toughened me to a serious degree and also resulted in my becoming a redoubtable martial artist and that stood me in good stead, considering the landscape I was compelled to traverse to this point.

My search for the ineffable also resulted in countless encounters with The Truth behind appearances; caused me to not trust appearances and to delve ever deeper and deeper into the mix after essence and substance. I learned the difference between 'essential' and 'substantive'.

In the beginning, I became quite a pedant and pseudo-intellectual. That can happen when you are a teenager and read too many philosophical discourses and all things dense and convoluted. That, thankfully, did not last long. LSD came into the picture and I learned many, many lifetimes worth of what I consider worth knowing, in a very short space of time ...and also led me to a fundamental conviction that I DO NOT KNOW. If I know, then I close the door on divine knowing. If I do not know- viscerally- and with the certitude of unshakable conviction, that which does know, can know within my consciousness, for so long as I need to know it.

I encountered Eastern Thought and hardly ever looked back at Western Perspective again. Both of these are viable schools of thought. Some do well with both. For me, Eastern Thought rang my bells, especially since all western though is a product and extension of Eastern Thought anyway. Then I had a life changing Kundalini Rising and that led to my 'fixation of the volatile' but it took a long time.

Life did not ease up until later in the game. Some of it was due to the 'degree of difficulty' chosen. The more severe that is, the greater the overall reward. There are also external examples in terms of environment. Real spiritual progress can be/is severely hampered by however intense the levels of materialism are. Suffice to say, it doesn't get much more intense than this and if it does, it's right up ahead. Then... like the end of a seemingly endless cloud cover, The Sun broke through and it has gotten finer and easier and all round more tolerable than ever I had begun to think it might (nice sentence structure, Visible). That sentence reminds me of something Les Paul once said to Chet Atkins. Both of them were guitar masters and they did a lot of recording together. On one project they were listening back and Chet said to Les. “There's some mistakes in there, Les.” Les replied, “Leave em in, let em know we're human.” If you've not listened to these two maestros together and you have enough musical sense to recognize and appreciate excellence, give em a listen.

I took more chemicals than most and I'm neither recommending this or apologizing for it. That's my business, no one else's. I was in a hurry. I was reckless and caused myself a great deal of pain that I could have otherwise avoided BUT... as it turned out, the ineffable appreciated the passion in the gesture. A point came when I put it all aside and that portion of The Work which requires this began.

I found what I was looking for. By now I know it is authentic. To say that it cost everything would not be hyperbole but... EVERYTHING IS NOTHING by comparison. Scripture talks about giving up the chase after all manner of worldly objectives and how it gets added unto later. I've small concern about that. I'm going to try to explain what this means now, by using a medium that has ALWAYS AND INFALIABLY fallen short of the task ...but I think I can leave a good indicator.

Imagine that there is an emptiness within (as, in fact, there is) and... as one can easily observe in life, ANYWHERE that there are people who are looking to fill or satiate that emptiness with everything under the sun. Imagine also (though you do not have to imagine) that NOTHING external to a person will satisfy this internal hunger. The entire Purpose of Demonstration thing about existence is ALL about this. Imagine that the cure for the emptiness is already in place BUT... it has not been located or identified yet. Consider that NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, you WILL NOT find it on your own and there is good reason for this. Here is a bit of scripture in respect of that; “For it is by grace you have been saved through faith, and this not from yourselves; it is the gift of God, not by works, so that no one can boast.” (For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus.)


You can find your way to the door but after that...


For years, my conversations and appeals were, for the most part, one sided and the only exceptions were in rarefied states and in extremity. Then 'the voice' came to me and said, “I'm here now.” This was only about 8 years ago. What has followed since has been a increasingly clarity, as if the fine tuning dial has come into more precise position and the frequency of contact has, incrementally, increased.

Imagine that you find something that will remain undefined and it fills up every crevice and corner of that emptiness, in such a way that NOTHING has ever previously done. Attendant with it is an assurance, a kind of confidence that also cannot be defined or described. A certitude arises that cannot be impacted upon by any event or challenge. If you had nothing else, the sense of it is... that's okay. What is needed appears of its own. All of the problems of life and all of its uncertainties melt away. They have no place to be in residence. This... inexplicable thing, automatically displaces all negative concerns.

This is as close as I have come to putting the sense and feeling of it into expression and it falls remarkably short of the reality of it. I hesitate to post this when it is nowhere close to the reality but, it is what it is.


You can read the text of 'I do Believe' here


I will close with some statements that have been made to me and which were made so that I could repeat them for the benefit of any who may find them useful;


'If you do not quit, you cannot fail.'
'You only have to want it more that anything else, as soon as you do, a certain process is set into motion.'
'The opportunity for a quantum leap in personal, spiritual evolution is more likely now than at any time previous.'
'Help is at hand, ALWAYS.'
'All sincere prayers are answered but they are not all answered in, according to our wishes, a timely fashion.'
'There are reasons why, sometimes, certain prayers are not answered but the reasons for that are ALL to your advantage. So (grin) in a sense, all prayers are still answered.'


God Speed my friends! Have at it with a will! Strive hard... The Kingdom is at hand!!!


End Transmission.......


Today's song is;





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6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Another excellent piece though you imply your words are not enough. They're still very useful and encouraging to me and no doubt any number of others.
As an aside I was reading through the glossary of terms in Srila Prabupada's "The Bhaghavad-Gita
As it is" this morning and came to Om (Omskara) the sacred syllable. Going back a few pages to the pronunciation guide the correct pronunciation is like the French "bon" without the b ie nasal like a snort which made me think of your presentation in London at the "See , Speak .Spread Truth Conference". Hours later I come here and you give a link which gives that very demonstration. Though my surprise still surprises me (thank you Bertrand Russell) , by now it shouldn't, as this sort of thing happens all the time here but it still does.
Bryan

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Still waiting for my nose hair coat, Akashic Library Card, and 2 metre prehensile tail, but hey. Loved the post.

Big Red said...

I wish the divine would speak back to me. I know that it happens in prayers
(So many times) but to hear a voice or reverberation
Back to me that I knew was Gods voice
That would have an effect on me of great importance
And that would give me a direction
To change my (white screen) for the good
Of myself....and maybe humanity. Before
The credits start to roll
But I haven’t heard anything yet
Thx
DP
Read you a long time

Ray B. said...

Vis, you have had quite the life. Thanks for being willing to share the trip. *grin*

Vis: "You can find your way to the door but after that..."

You brought up an interesting point. I have been doing my own version of seeking all-God/ineffable much of my life. Not so nearly as traumatic or dramatic as you, but definitely the case. At one point, I had no contact with what I call Higher Self; and then I did. I had been casting-back to see what I might have done to make the final/initial contact. I cannot pick-out the circumstance. Perhaps, I had been knocking for so long that it was easier to just say Hi... *half-grin*

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Weeeeeell, an attack on Seattle didn't happen yesterday. I suppose that may slow down the economic collapse for a little. Sheesh, imagine if it had happened. How interesting our lives would have gotten.

Well, back to the hamster wheel.

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

"The Kingdom of Heaven is Within you and It Begins where Your Feet Touch the Earth."



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