kick your own ass

"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of

colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the

night." - Rainer Maria Rilke

"It is essential to have Knowledge; it is also essential to escape the

Known." - J. Krishnamurti

HEALING SHOCKS

Many of us are essentially asleep, even as we walk around in broad daylight. We're so focused on the restless narratives and repetitive fantasies unfurling in our heads that we only dimly perceive the larger story raging in all of its chaotic beauty around us.

To have any hope of permanently breaking out of our fuzzy trance, we require regular shocks. A single jolt might cause us to briefly come to attention and see the miracle of creation for what it is, but once the red alert has passed, we relax back into our fixation on the dreamy tales our mind never stops telling us.

In the course of its conspiracy to shower us with blessings, life does its best to provide us with a steady flow of healing shocks. But because it tends to err on the side of tenderness, its prods may be too gentle, allowing us to ignore them. Gradually, life will up the ante, trying to find the right mix of toughness and love, as it encourages us to WAKE UP!

But our addiction to the phantasmagoria is tenacious. The stream-of- conscious narratives and ever-bubbling fantasies, even when they're racked with torment and terror, are perversely entertaining. And so we may avoid responding to the kind shocks for so long that life finally has to resort to stronger medicine. Then we might get sick or lose our job or muck up our closest relationship.

It doesn't have to be that way. We could cultivate in ourselves a sixth sense for the wake-up calls life sends us. We might develop a knack for responding with agile grace to the early, gentler ones so that we wouldn't have to be visited by the more stringent measures.

There's also another possibility: With hungry intent, we could seek out and hunt down invigorating jolts. We wouldn't wait to have our asses kicked, but would kick our own asses -- over and over again, with a creative ingenuity that would be the envy of a great pronoiac novelist or musician or filmmaker. Who knows? We might even master the art of inducing shocks that feel really good.

~ Rob Brezsny

"It is eternity now; I am in the midst of it. It is about me in the sunshine; I am in it, as the butterfly in the light-laden air. Nothing has to come; it is now. Now is eternity; now is immortal life."

- Richard Jefferies

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what happens when time passes? oceans shift mammoth volumes of water grainy reality interlocking Mayan cycles 4 sides of 91 steps platform peak = 365 to create the space for time to unwind feed the sun with blood sustain light it's up to us


at the mouth of the Well of the Itza the world tree cave the spin of the earth is never the same each day ~ our burning sun is eight minutes in the past ~ the first day didn't have a yesterday back in time we eventually suddenly run out of structure rewind the expansion and it spirals out of existence all of time has always existed the future is a black jaguar on the dark side of the moon


the edge of space is tied up in ribbons of Andromeda's hair ~ the heliosphere twirls in churning orbits her movements collect the solar winds in a ballerina's skirt Cassini could not see it Voyager passed between the knots the scent of Fuji apples and kiwi a massive fruit stand ring embraces all of us freed from the rocks it's ok the beyond is not empty rather colorful has a sweet laugh and smells good


~ me

tethered to the sun

tethered to the sun a true god if ever there was one molten strands hold the orbit a pirouetting charred neutrino pyre 864,938 miles high radiant creme brulee every Beatles song John Lennon ever wrote

what our ancestors knew about the stars cave painting by firelight this is the ritual ecliptic paleolithic narcissistic houses in the sky we worshiped but the gods couldn't care less

black gives way to blue cosmos cornflower aerial release fairy rings 1500 year old trees string theory matter's notes universe as a symphony plucked strings there is a block the size of Rhode Island the mind cannot comprehend but can hear the tones

the laws of physics break down at the instant of creation vibrating entanglements 11 dimensions membrane theory m theory madness

~ me