What IS...................TRUTH
How can someone describe in words which only exist within the realm of an existing physical world, describe something, a "no-thing" which does not physically exist there, like "TRUTH"?
There is no Truth "out there", no truth to be "found" or recognized by something or someone which is not truth itself.
Truth - is not a what, not a location, not in any moment, not able to be sought, found, seen, experienced or captured in a thought, or a concept or even comprehended by a logical mind, illogical mind or any of their processes.
Truth cannot be seen, for something to be seen it must have a location. It must have a place, and in that place it must be able to be perceived. Truth is or has NO place. Truth cannot be perceived.
Truth cannot persist, for it to persist it must have endurance, it must be in time, not outside of it. It must persist and persistence of anything means it's constantly changing. Changing implies what it was is not what it is now, which is a lie. Truth cannot change, when changed, becomes a lie and no longer truth.
Truth is not "out there" nor is it "somewhere" no can it be "found". For if it were any of these, it would have to have all the qualities explained above.
Truth cannot be in time, as time denotes change and persistence
Truth cannot be in space, as space denotes location and different views of that location and no other location. It cannot be true if there are different points to view it and different locations from which it can be viewed.
Truth cannot be matter or in matter, as matter is a combination of time and space, specific and exclusionary to other times and spaces.
Truth have no relatives, as relatives impute something "other", existence or persistence.
Truth - isn't.
There IS................no.....................Truth
For there to exist a truth, it must be IN existence........ Truth has no existence.
For there to be a truth, NO.... BE must be, which is also an existence (truth has no existence) combined with life, life being self animating (truth does not move), beginning and lessening as in the birth, growth, being, diminishing and cessation cycle. Truth has no characteristics of life or Being or existence.
Truth has no beginning, no continuing, and no ending. Truth is the creator, not the creation, before creating these.
Truth can be only one thing - absolutely no thing.
Truth is:
The complete absence of any change
The complete absence of any location
The complete absence of any persistence
The complete absence of any matter
The complete absence of any energy, wavelength, light, force, movement capability, or any of these created stored potentials.
But without the absence of being absent.
Truth is the center of the wheel where no thing is but all things are based upon.
Truth is NO Thing and NO nothing.
Truth is Static, not relative to motion but an absolute static, without there being anything to be an absolute static. It has nothing to move, and so cannot lie as in move to any location. It has no frequency or vibration or something to move making frequency. Motion is not Truth.
For if there were the potential for movement, vibration, frequency, wavelength, location in or outside of space and time, it would then be moving in those realm. it would be continuously lying.
It's here, now here, now here.
The only truth is "What Is" completely outside all of the characteristics of the physical universe, or any universe system where any-things relative can or does exist.
Truth is the quality which all other qualities, all beingness, all existence, time, space, energy, matter viewpoints, points to view, light, frequency, vibration and objects are created FROM and WITH, rely upon and all existence can be brought about come from.
Truth is the "from" and the "with" of all.
Truth can never be in one spot, and then in another, for the "second" spot would not be where truth is, it could only be in the first spot. Time is consecutive series of perceived spots, lies, from where a creation, having no time nor persistence began.
Truth is only within the moment of creation and no subsequent moment.
Truth is the only quality which can create and from which any creation is..
Truth is the recipe without and before the recipe, and before the soup.
Truth is the source of perception. Nothing is what perceives, things have nothing within and so too can perceive. The more nothing within, the more truth, the more perception and creation capabilities are.
All Things are full of lots of "no thing"
Truth is Spirit
Truth is Creation at the timeless moment
Truth is Beingness without yet Being
Truth is ineffable potential without being applied
Truth is the wordless without any word
Truth is knowing, or is what can have knowing
Truth is not knowing, or is what knows not knowing
Lies are knowing about something but never knowing IT
Truth is Awareness of being aware
Truth is Willing potential Being or Not Being
Truth is the quality, WITH which there can be:
Honor
Integrity
Ethics
Observation
Perception
Awareness
Cognition
Creation
Destruction
Something
Nothing
Intellect
Thought
Belief
Beingness
Truth is YOU, before you.
Truth is only recognized by YOU, if, you are Truth
Truth Perceives
Truth is the foundation, without there being a foundation, of life and of all things alive and all things dead.
Without Truth, there is only things persisting and no thing to perceive.
Without Truth, there is no spirit within the body, which has the nervous system, which is connected to the ear, which can create a "listen" before it can hear the tree falling in the forest.
Without Truth, only void exists
Without Truth, knowing is only void
There is only one quality which knows truth, that is truth itself, the no thing of every thing.
Truth is the answer to What IS
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This is a communication attempted with words. It may not match the intent. It will be revised, it will be changed, it is not done and may never be.
2012 © sojournersoul
2012 © currentoccupant
2012 © urzero.blogspot.com
1981 © Tom Pedersen
Monday, December 17, 2012
Monday, October 31, 2011
Why Facebook?
Why Facebook? Initially it looked to me as a complete waist of time, useless at best. I had intentionally avoided joining facebook up until someone 2500 miles away, suggested that we could get to know each other via facebook.
Why communicate at all? How do we get to know "what's on the inside" of a person, what their thoughts, views, goals, purposes, desires and aspirations are without communicating?
Other than the attractive and hot bodied chicks and guys, what other values are there? I now pity the all those hot looking individuals now. You are cursed with the easy road of meeting people, cursed with those wanting just a possession, an object of desire.
If not that, then attracted usually for the wrong reasons hidden by their own irresistible desires to "have you", often the objects that you now only see yourselves as being. You know the ones, there is nothing but pictures, lots of pictures and nothing to say.
I've met some people I would never have, in any other way, simply due to the vast distances of locations and sometimes appearances. But I only know them by what they are saying. I am AMAZED how well I think I have come to know some of them by just what they have said, never having met.
Without any other form of interaction, without doing anything together or sharing any other similar interest or activity, I "feel" I know some quite well. I also know that I may not have any idea of how they really look, that they may not be showing a real photographic image of themselves, as they actually are now.
Does that really matter? It would, only in the sense that if they were disguising themselves or portraying themselves differently than they are, I would then trust them LESS.
For me it has been an unexpected learning experience, about the world as others see it, as others discover things about it and "share" what they see. What is picked for their focus. It has amplified WHO and WHAT a person IS "under the hood, behind the often deceiving skinned shell, not focusing on their looks or their physical presence, but more on what they think and how they arrive at what they wish to say.
I'm also surprised by how little people wish to think or ponder the mystery of WHO and WHAT they are, whether because they are satisfied with themselves and life around them or whether they only think on the apparent purely superficial or "all about me" and what I'm doing level. Equally I have come to realize, all of that's fine.
I get to choose who and what I want to hear and interact with, just like any other form of living. But what I am finding is that all of it has its place, has its purpose, not just for others but for myself as well. Flexibility and tolerance within me has grown. Willing vulnerability I now see as TRUE Strength!
Conversely I see incredibly SOLID fixations, the "never broken, perfect" mindsets depicting "it's this way and no other way, it will never change and neither will I" views being expressed. How much does such a person ever see? How much will they ever realize they've missed?
I see how people perceive themselves and what they write is perceived as well as how different others actually perceive them. This is amazing to me and I have turned this inward, looking at myself and what I state in entirely new ways.
My natural tendency is to introvert to discover what I do not yet understand. This should be obvious to anyone who has seen almost anything I write. This is how I learn. Look Outwardly and then Inward.
I see myself, "the construct of self" through the eyes of others. When communicating, the mirror of self is revealed. Duplicating whether another has understood seems to require this. It is as if one must become the receipt point of your own communication, to know if it got across. Realizing that what is viewing both the construct and the other person is the "true self", the spirit who sees the self construct while watching that illusion diminish.
Simultaneously, the "need" and "desire" to defend self and say really anything at all, is but a pointless endeavor. It often stops me bothering as I see it often as useless to do so.
This is especially true when all that is being communicated is words, without expression, mannerisms, intonations and physical manifestations.
So, I'm learning and perhaps I'm offering the choice in others to learn as well. That's communication and until we become aware of others and ourselves as all connected, all simultaneously being one another, really without separation or division, communication is the only other way to share what we think, feel and wish.
This, all of the above can be used to define what it really is ~ "FUN". A rather looooooong definition but perhaps somewhat more accurate.
2011 © sojournersoul
2011 © currentoccupant
2011 © urzero.blogspot.com
2010 © Tom Pedersen
Why communicate at all? How do we get to know "what's on the inside" of a person, what their thoughts, views, goals, purposes, desires and aspirations are without communicating?
Other than the attractive and hot bodied chicks and guys, what other values are there? I now pity the all those hot looking individuals now. You are cursed with the easy road of meeting people, cursed with those wanting just a possession, an object of desire.
If not that, then attracted usually for the wrong reasons hidden by their own irresistible desires to "have you", often the objects that you now only see yourselves as being. You know the ones, there is nothing but pictures, lots of pictures and nothing to say.
I've met some people I would never have, in any other way, simply due to the vast distances of locations and sometimes appearances. But I only know them by what they are saying. I am AMAZED how well I think I have come to know some of them by just what they have said, never having met.
Without any other form of interaction, without doing anything together or sharing any other similar interest or activity, I "feel" I know some quite well. I also know that I may not have any idea of how they really look, that they may not be showing a real photographic image of themselves, as they actually are now.
Does that really matter? It would, only in the sense that if they were disguising themselves or portraying themselves differently than they are, I would then trust them LESS.
For me it has been an unexpected learning experience, about the world as others see it, as others discover things about it and "share" what they see. What is picked for their focus. It has amplified WHO and WHAT a person IS "under the hood, behind the often deceiving skinned shell, not focusing on their looks or their physical presence, but more on what they think and how they arrive at what they wish to say.
I'm also surprised by how little people wish to think or ponder the mystery of WHO and WHAT they are, whether because they are satisfied with themselves and life around them or whether they only think on the apparent purely superficial or "all about me" and what I'm doing level. Equally I have come to realize, all of that's fine.
I get to choose who and what I want to hear and interact with, just like any other form of living. But what I am finding is that all of it has its place, has its purpose, not just for others but for myself as well. Flexibility and tolerance within me has grown. Willing vulnerability I now see as TRUE Strength!
Conversely I see incredibly SOLID fixations, the "never broken, perfect" mindsets depicting "it's this way and no other way, it will never change and neither will I" views being expressed. How much does such a person ever see? How much will they ever realize they've missed?
I see how people perceive themselves and what they write is perceived as well as how different others actually perceive them. This is amazing to me and I have turned this inward, looking at myself and what I state in entirely new ways.
My natural tendency is to introvert to discover what I do not yet understand. This should be obvious to anyone who has seen almost anything I write. This is how I learn. Look Outwardly and then Inward.
I see myself, "the construct of self" through the eyes of others. When communicating, the mirror of self is revealed. Duplicating whether another has understood seems to require this. It is as if one must become the receipt point of your own communication, to know if it got across. Realizing that what is viewing both the construct and the other person is the "true self", the spirit who sees the self construct while watching that illusion diminish.
Simultaneously, the "need" and "desire" to defend self and say really anything at all, is but a pointless endeavor. It often stops me bothering as I see it often as useless to do so.
This is especially true when all that is being communicated is words, without expression, mannerisms, intonations and physical manifestations.
So, I'm learning and perhaps I'm offering the choice in others to learn as well. That's communication and until we become aware of others and ourselves as all connected, all simultaneously being one another, really without separation or division, communication is the only other way to share what we think, feel and wish.
This, all of the above can be used to define what it really is ~ "FUN". A rather looooooong definition but perhaps somewhat more accurate.
2011 © sojournersoul
2011 © currentoccupant
2011 © urzero.blogspot.com
2010 © Tom Pedersen
Friday, July 29, 2011
What do we really perceive? ~ "Hit the Wall" ~
We perceive the environment through the reflection of memory.
Everything we see, hear, touch, feel are only perceived through, or by the reflection of memory.
When we perceive through our body senses, they are delivered first to our memories from which we then see, much like a theater screen reflecting the illuminated image from the projector.
This is not just me saying this but is what has been found from extensive research. We actually do not see directly!
Recently discovering this, it caused me to recall something that happened to me some 30 years ago, while riding motorcycles and getting in way over my head and thinking I was surely going to die.
There is a common phenomena which experienced racers have voiced called "hit the wall". This phrase is the most common choice of words associated with this perception change because it happens when you have lost complete mental predictive control and are at that very moment, contemplating hitting the wall, or crashing.
It has also been paraphrased as "crash and die" because the association with this perception change is that you are about to crash and die.
It is at a point, immediately after the decision and relinquishment of control, by self willed choice, that the perception change occurs.
The characteristics of what these racing enthusiasts describes are most often stated as entering a state of "slow motion" where everything that was happening at great speed, is now happening at a crawling and completely predictable pace.
Where just milliseconds before, things were happening so quickly that the mental choice to give up, "hit the wall" and "crash and die" was the only option.
I am told that once it happens the first time, that the reoccurrence of it becomes more and more frequent.
A Formula One National Champion race car driver named Jackie Steward was acting as a Broadcast Television announcer at a race where the course of the track was mostly obscured impossible to see at many points by the driving participants until they were practically there. The co-announcer asked Jackie how drivers coped with this problem while at great speeds. When Jackie started to answer the question, I could not believe what he was saying on a National Televised event.
He started to explain what he did while racing on that very course and others as standard practice for him and most other consistent winning drivers he knew.
(finish Jackie Steward statements and get race course name and date of race program)
So what happened?
I would have never known of this manifestation had it not happened to me while riding motorcycles. It first happened one day while riding down Topanga Canyon in Southern California. I was 16 at the time and stupid! It was a bright sunny day with clear perfect riding conditions. I had felt ill before leaving on that ride and thought that the demands placed on me while riding would help me kick whatever was trying to sicken me.
While riding I began to get the chills to the point of nearly loosing control of the bike. At that point I decided to high tail it back home in a hurry before something undesirable happened. As I was traveling down Topanga Canyon Drive, I came to the last blind right hand sweeping corner and was going faster than usual. Half way through the turn I noticed a stream of water running across the road. It looked to be about a foot wide, and appeared to be a river in my own mind at the time. I looked for alternative routes to avoid it and noticed a clearing directly across the road appearing straight ahead. I began to consider the maneuver needed to come off the right leaned over position I was in to straighten up and veer left for that dirt clearing but then remembered the 80 foot straight drop off down to the Topanga river that I would be visiting if I couldn't stop on that dirt surface in time. Just at that moment, several on coming cars, in the lane I would need to cross, appeared. I realized I was stuck and decided to mentally completely give up! Every visual, auditory and body awareness perception immediately shut down. All was completely black, as if I had just gone unconscious and I couldn't stop it. When everything turned back on, as if the computer completely rebooted, I had successfully maintained my trajectory, still in a hard right leaned down turn. I awakened just in time to straighten the bike back up to stay on the now straight road ahead. Meanwhile there was a stream of cars in the on coming lane but something was very different. These cars could not be going faster than 10 miles an hour and so I immediately began to wonder why. At that point I looked down at my speedo to find I was doing 60 and double checked my visual perceptions of the road, cars, speedo, road, trees, cliffs, speedo, over and over, eyes flashing in quick succession. Sure enough I was doing 60 but my perception was as if I was going maybe 20. What had happened? Did I just die? A myriad of thoughts came successively to mind.
It was at that point that my analytical senses were beginning to take back the reins. As I reflected on the incident, I remembered the first visual perception change. It was exactly as if there were pictures moving across my vision from right to left and then the pictures immediately slowed and stopped but appeared stuck in between pictures. This was just like what you see when a projector stops feeding the film. Nothing but a black strip with some sight of pictures on either side and then to nothing but solid black!
I pondered this the hole way home, interspersed with violent chills, shaking and the continuing perception of everything in 10 to 20% slow motion. It felt virtually impossible to have anything surprise me. The perceived capability of control was stellar.
When I arrived home, I almost didn't want to spend the time to kick stand the motorcycle. My attention had been diverted from my time warp experience, completely shifted to my chilled feelings. All I wanted to do was find a soft place to convulse in the fetal position, which is exactly what I did. I went unconscious then, later to be awakened sometime later by the family doctor. He checked me over as said I had broken the flu fever and that I was now below normal temp by several degrees.
A few months had passed and I was off riding to Palmdale, CA to meet up with three riding friends to explore the desert roads. It was about an hour ride with winds gusting strongly sideways across the highway. At speed, those winds shifted the motorcycle to a 45 degree or greater angle to counteract them and keep going straight. The gusts made this transition lean very quick. It was disturbing my expected relaxing ride and making the adrenalin flow.
I was riding a Norton 750 Commando that I had custom made into what was called in England, a Cafe Racer. It was fitted with Clip-on handlebars, a long high capacity aluminum gas tank and single seat arrangement. Dual disc brakes and Barnes billet hubs were cross 4 laced Borrani Wheeles, state of the art at that time. The foot peg assemblies were custom fabricated to move them higher and further back, allowing for a greater lean without them touching or scraping the pavement in turns.
The handlebar configuration allowed for much less leverage for initiating turns. For those who know motorcycle design and engineering, the front wheel trail had been lengthened to increase stability but made initiating turns slower and more difficult. This is what set me up for my next "hit the wall experience happening that day.
We were just beginning the ride when I got excited and took off. My friend Frank and I were side by side going into a hard left turn. He stayed with me longer that I had anticipated entering the turn. He was on my right and closest to the straight up rock wall. Then I "hit the wall", the same scenario occurred exactly at the moment of my thinking that I was not going to make that turn and crash into the rock wall or force Frank to, appeared unavoidable. Everything went completely black, very disconcerting at that most crucial moment of time! It all happened much faster this second time and I did not notice any pictures stopping, all went black like a turned off switch. Vision reappeared, having negotiated the turn with Frank safely behind me. To this day, I have no recollection of what transpired during either of these "hit the wall" moments. They are completely devoid of any recollection. It is like the memory mechanism completely shut down.
Subsequently my perception of time changed dramatically. For the rest of that 5 hour riding day, everything was perceived at a crawling, slow motion pace. I had time to think distracted thoughts while at a 100 MPH without any concerns. Noting was "getting ahead of me" or my predictive perceptions. Effortless and easy, riding twice as fast as usual without any fear or mental triggered warnings of consequences.
I remember Jackie Stewart talking about his racing while viewing from above and attempted to properly word it for a google search. Here's what I found.
Book: Overdrive ~ Formula One in the Zone Author : BROLIN, Clyde
ISBN10 : 0956473806
ISBN13 : 9780956473806
http://www.overdrivef1.com/index.html
Within the pages of Overdrive, superstars from a range of other sports confirm this mystical 'Zone' is accessible in any field. Accounts by everyone from astronauts to musicians to stuntmen to chefs indeed prove it is available to all of us. But in motor racing only the masters tame it, bending time and space as they speed to Earthly laps of the gods.
http://www.overdrivef1.com/thebook.html
At their finest hours racing's greats go beyond their usual world-class ability to this Zone, an otherworldly state of consciousness that lets them fly. The timesheets tell of raw speed but inside their heads they are not remotely revved up. All is totally, blissfully calm. Featuring exclusive interviews with dozens of stars of F1 and other sports, Overdrive shows how essential this Zone is for finding the true limit.
9. Driving out of your skin
If bending time can be rationally explained by medical science, bending space cannot. Yet in one accident Jackie Stewart recalls clearly watching himself from a few feet above his cockpit. This Out-of-Body Experience is not even limited to the crash - as biker Troy Bayliss and multiple world touring car champion Andy Priaulx reveal.
http://www.overdrivef1.com/review.html (what others say about this phenomena)
CHALLENGE YOURSELF, WHY?
Risking, Racing, Flying, Skiing, Fighting gets you there, in the here and now, right NOW. The greater the risk, the better
importances are reevaluated which makes you have to be-here-now, doing what you are doing while you are doing it.
This is the addiction to risking, you feel so ALIVE, you become your true self. So what changes or moves away then? What's in the
way most of the time? Why do we need to challenge?
Is there another way? Yes there is!
This is a communication attempted with words. It may not match the intent. It will be revised, it will be changed, it is not done
and may never be.
2011 © sojournersoul
2011 © currentoccupant
2011 © urzero.blogspot.com
1981 © Tom Pedersen
Everything we see, hear, touch, feel are only perceived through, or by the reflection of memory.
When we perceive through our body senses, they are delivered first to our memories from which we then see, much like a theater screen reflecting the illuminated image from the projector.
This is not just me saying this but is what has been found from extensive research. We actually do not see directly!
Recently discovering this, it caused me to recall something that happened to me some 30 years ago, while riding motorcycles and getting in way over my head and thinking I was surely going to die.
There is a common phenomena which experienced racers have voiced called "hit the wall". This phrase is the most common choice of words associated with this perception change because it happens when you have lost complete mental predictive control and are at that very moment, contemplating hitting the wall, or crashing.
It has also been paraphrased as "crash and die" because the association with this perception change is that you are about to crash and die.
It is at a point, immediately after the decision and relinquishment of control, by self willed choice, that the perception change occurs.
The characteristics of what these racing enthusiasts describes are most often stated as entering a state of "slow motion" where everything that was happening at great speed, is now happening at a crawling and completely predictable pace.
Where just milliseconds before, things were happening so quickly that the mental choice to give up, "hit the wall" and "crash and die" was the only option.
I am told that once it happens the first time, that the reoccurrence of it becomes more and more frequent.
A Formula One National Champion race car driver named Jackie Steward was acting as a Broadcast Television announcer at a race where the course of the track was mostly obscured impossible to see at many points by the driving participants until they were practically there. The co-announcer asked Jackie how drivers coped with this problem while at great speeds. When Jackie started to answer the question, I could not believe what he was saying on a National Televised event.
He started to explain what he did while racing on that very course and others as standard practice for him and most other consistent winning drivers he knew.
(finish Jackie Steward statements and get race course name and date of race program)
So what happened?
I would have never known of this manifestation had it not happened to me while riding motorcycles. It first happened one day while riding down Topanga Canyon in Southern California. I was 16 at the time and stupid! It was a bright sunny day with clear perfect riding conditions. I had felt ill before leaving on that ride and thought that the demands placed on me while riding would help me kick whatever was trying to sicken me.
While riding I began to get the chills to the point of nearly loosing control of the bike. At that point I decided to high tail it back home in a hurry before something undesirable happened. As I was traveling down Topanga Canyon Drive, I came to the last blind right hand sweeping corner and was going faster than usual. Half way through the turn I noticed a stream of water running across the road. It looked to be about a foot wide, and appeared to be a river in my own mind at the time. I looked for alternative routes to avoid it and noticed a clearing directly across the road appearing straight ahead. I began to consider the maneuver needed to come off the right leaned over position I was in to straighten up and veer left for that dirt clearing but then remembered the 80 foot straight drop off down to the Topanga river that I would be visiting if I couldn't stop on that dirt surface in time. Just at that moment, several on coming cars, in the lane I would need to cross, appeared. I realized I was stuck and decided to mentally completely give up! Every visual, auditory and body awareness perception immediately shut down. All was completely black, as if I had just gone unconscious and I couldn't stop it. When everything turned back on, as if the computer completely rebooted, I had successfully maintained my trajectory, still in a hard right leaned down turn. I awakened just in time to straighten the bike back up to stay on the now straight road ahead. Meanwhile there was a stream of cars in the on coming lane but something was very different. These cars could not be going faster than 10 miles an hour and so I immediately began to wonder why. At that point I looked down at my speedo to find I was doing 60 and double checked my visual perceptions of the road, cars, speedo, road, trees, cliffs, speedo, over and over, eyes flashing in quick succession. Sure enough I was doing 60 but my perception was as if I was going maybe 20. What had happened? Did I just die? A myriad of thoughts came successively to mind.
It was at that point that my analytical senses were beginning to take back the reins. As I reflected on the incident, I remembered the first visual perception change. It was exactly as if there were pictures moving across my vision from right to left and then the pictures immediately slowed and stopped but appeared stuck in between pictures. This was just like what you see when a projector stops feeding the film. Nothing but a black strip with some sight of pictures on either side and then to nothing but solid black!
I pondered this the hole way home, interspersed with violent chills, shaking and the continuing perception of everything in 10 to 20% slow motion. It felt virtually impossible to have anything surprise me. The perceived capability of control was stellar.
When I arrived home, I almost didn't want to spend the time to kick stand the motorcycle. My attention had been diverted from my time warp experience, completely shifted to my chilled feelings. All I wanted to do was find a soft place to convulse in the fetal position, which is exactly what I did. I went unconscious then, later to be awakened sometime later by the family doctor. He checked me over as said I had broken the flu fever and that I was now below normal temp by several degrees.
A few months had passed and I was off riding to Palmdale, CA to meet up with three riding friends to explore the desert roads. It was about an hour ride with winds gusting strongly sideways across the highway. At speed, those winds shifted the motorcycle to a 45 degree or greater angle to counteract them and keep going straight. The gusts made this transition lean very quick. It was disturbing my expected relaxing ride and making the adrenalin flow.
I was riding a Norton 750 Commando that I had custom made into what was called in England, a Cafe Racer. It was fitted with Clip-on handlebars, a long high capacity aluminum gas tank and single seat arrangement. Dual disc brakes and Barnes billet hubs were cross 4 laced Borrani Wheeles, state of the art at that time. The foot peg assemblies were custom fabricated to move them higher and further back, allowing for a greater lean without them touching or scraping the pavement in turns.
The handlebar configuration allowed for much less leverage for initiating turns. For those who know motorcycle design and engineering, the front wheel trail had been lengthened to increase stability but made initiating turns slower and more difficult. This is what set me up for my next "hit the wall experience happening that day.
We were just beginning the ride when I got excited and took off. My friend Frank and I were side by side going into a hard left turn. He stayed with me longer that I had anticipated entering the turn. He was on my right and closest to the straight up rock wall. Then I "hit the wall", the same scenario occurred exactly at the moment of my thinking that I was not going to make that turn and crash into the rock wall or force Frank to, appeared unavoidable. Everything went completely black, very disconcerting at that most crucial moment of time! It all happened much faster this second time and I did not notice any pictures stopping, all went black like a turned off switch. Vision reappeared, having negotiated the turn with Frank safely behind me. To this day, I have no recollection of what transpired during either of these "hit the wall" moments. They are completely devoid of any recollection. It is like the memory mechanism completely shut down.
Subsequently my perception of time changed dramatically. For the rest of that 5 hour riding day, everything was perceived at a crawling, slow motion pace. I had time to think distracted thoughts while at a 100 MPH without any concerns. Noting was "getting ahead of me" or my predictive perceptions. Effortless and easy, riding twice as fast as usual without any fear or mental triggered warnings of consequences.
I remember Jackie Stewart talking about his racing while viewing from above and attempted to properly word it for a google search. Here's what I found.
Book: Overdrive ~ Formula One in the Zone Author : BROLIN, Clyde
ISBN10 : 0956473806
ISBN13 : 9780956473806
http://www.overdrivef1.com/index.html
Within the pages of Overdrive, superstars from a range of other sports confirm this mystical 'Zone' is accessible in any field. Accounts by everyone from astronauts to musicians to stuntmen to chefs indeed prove it is available to all of us. But in motor racing only the masters tame it, bending time and space as they speed to Earthly laps of the gods.
http://www.overdrivef1.com/thebook.html
At their finest hours racing's greats go beyond their usual world-class ability to this Zone, an otherworldly state of consciousness that lets them fly. The timesheets tell of raw speed but inside their heads they are not remotely revved up. All is totally, blissfully calm. Featuring exclusive interviews with dozens of stars of F1 and other sports, Overdrive shows how essential this Zone is for finding the true limit.
9. Driving out of your skin
If bending time can be rationally explained by medical science, bending space cannot. Yet in one accident Jackie Stewart recalls clearly watching himself from a few feet above his cockpit. This Out-of-Body Experience is not even limited to the crash - as biker Troy Bayliss and multiple world touring car champion Andy Priaulx reveal.
http://www.overdrivef1.com/review.html (what others say about this phenomena)
CHALLENGE YOURSELF, WHY?
Risking, Racing, Flying, Skiing, Fighting gets you there, in the here and now, right NOW. The greater the risk, the better
importances are reevaluated which makes you have to be-here-now, doing what you are doing while you are doing it.
This is the addiction to risking, you feel so ALIVE, you become your true self. So what changes or moves away then? What's in the
way most of the time? Why do we need to challenge?
Is there another way? Yes there is!
This is a communication attempted with words. It may not match the intent. It will be revised, it will be changed, it is not done
and may never be.
2011 © sojournersoul
2011 © currentoccupant
2011 © urzero.blogspot.com
1981 © Tom Pedersen
Monday, July 11, 2011
Monster
Life is so very interesting I am left to wonder just why life is?
Just at the time where most everything that could be, appears to be going awry. This is a first time in my memory of this life, where anything that can go wrong is going wrong. Where things mechanical have almost always worked reliably and without demand for attention are breaking or falling apart so quickly. Where every endeavor to make my life better by finishing up incomplete past chosen tasks are failing. Where anything I need to do such tasks (such as a laptop) ends up in financial loss and useless thwarted folly. Where my child falls and severely hurts herself in the confines of our own living room with no particular reason, suffering a concussion and could have been killed by a change of mere inches of the blow to her head. These are but a few of the things over these recent months that are going on around me, I ask why? Then THIS begins to happen…………..I watch as someone close, I did not know how close, become ill.
Today I watched my most favorite individual example of how to live I’ve ever met, die. Today I watched as this exemplary inspiration of how to take in life, pass into death in the exact same way he lived life, expecting nothing better, asking for nothing more, wanting nothing other than what was happening at every moment being currently experienced.
He was a sort of person that inspired everyone that came in contact with him and without trying or without his own knowing. His gentleness and laid-back attitude was at times awe-inspiring. He took things in as they were dealt to him without any hesitation, without expectations of something better. Whether those around him watching considered it good or bad, to him it was all the wonder of living. His affection for those around him, regardless of who they were, was constant, given freely and relentless. Every sense was active and alive; with each breath he was experiencing all that was around him with zest and vigor. Wherever he was it was just fine with him, whomever he was with, that was all there was. To him nothing else existed but what was there now. Each morning was embraced with tremendous excitement, he couldn’t wait to see, experience and embrace what was waiting for him outside the safety of home. For him each day was something to take in, to behold, and to cherish. Never once did I get any hint of his wondering, “is that all there is?”, “isn’t there someone better to be with?”, “something better to be doing?”, something else to have or experience?”. The most admirable trait that I so wish I had was that of being satisfied and content with exactly “what is” at any given moment. Not once contemplating what “could be” or “should be”, not being distracted from the experience of the moment by any desire of something else. Life as it was being lived was his best and most vivid dream! There was nothing better, nothing worse. Oh what joy to be like that, what pleasures and exciting times it must have produced. Without the need of approval or affection, he could give it freely and without reservation. Without contemplating what was good or bad everything was “just fine” as it is and as it was. There was no moment other than “this one”, the moment he experienced now. For him, there was no better place than “this one” the place he is in now.
Thought I only knew him for 4 brief months, his example has cut deeply into my psyche. Every loss that I have ever experienced has touched this same place that he touched in our daily interaction. Thanks to him, I am gracefully left confronting this deep place, the place I avoid for the pain that exists there. This place I have created for myself to sulk, cry and justify my failures. This place built by my own expectations of a world I wish were like the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life”.
By example alone and without intending; He has given me a perspective of living that I had partially and sometimes completely forgotten. I had lost sight of the continuous desire for and thus, how enjoy life! By my continuously wanting, continuously running to the next place, continuously searching and seeking something better than what and where I am I lost that which is true value. This has completely clouded my view of what is of the utmost importance! I have become such the effect of my environment that I had little causality left with to see, with which to perceive and embrace. I had little left in me to experience with, as it was all wrapped up in “what could be” nothing was left for “what is”. I had become a “consumer” and the acquisition of “things” were being owned as a substitute for what life was offering. All I could see was “things”. I was so caught up in “acquiring” that I had forgotten what I really needed, ironically while coercing myself into thinking I’m having it all.
Being here without expectations, without desires, without conditions, without assurances or permanence is all there is. Life offers experiences without guarantees. This individual showed me that to expect more than just being here is setting myself up for folly. He showed me by example that it is by looking to “better the moment” that I was creating my own building blocks of hell. He has taught me that by having a “choice” and making choices, I must accept what I have chosen. As a result, the good outcomes of those choices and the wrong ones as well, are of my own by choosing. Nothing and no one else is presenting outcomes without my active participation. If I am to seek out my choices by inspired desire, frequently the opposite, which I detest, or which is repugnant will also be brought into existence, brought into my experiences of “the moment”. What happens then is, I must avoid “the moment”, run from it to another, run somewhere and some time that is “better”. I then must make another choice! I must “be” somewhere else, I must do something different, and I must have something other. Making choices then becomes a vicious circle of unwanted moments, each one forcing yet another choice be made, never having the pleasure of “the moment” at hand. He taught me that my own judgments and resulting choices are the source of all forces which now appear as both for and against me in “the moment” I’m experiencing. Yes this was the greatest loss of all, the loss of myself and the unrecognized substitution of “me” for “things”, “other times, places and events” than the moment I am currently in. It is the very loss of the greatest gift of life, the gift of present time perception, or just undivided attention directed toward present time.
The identity of this spiritual being may still be a great surprise to you! See the blog posting entitled "Monster II" for his epitaph.
Tom Pedersen © 28 April 2004
Monster II
This was the Spirit of a Cat I had the pleasure of living with named “Monster”. Good by Monster, thank you for being. Thank you for the lesson.
Monster the cat and Monster the spirit unwittingly symbolized for me, true honor and integrity by how he lived.
His affection and display of love was without reservation, risking everything and full unguarded exposure at each display. I know of no human capable of such wide-open expression. We are afraid of affinity. We discern instead.
His existence reminded me of what I lacked, what I had lost somewhere along the way. The remembrance of having lost much of my own integrity and honor is very hard to confront or deal with.
The thing that is hitting the hardest is that he had no idea, no judgmental perception, unlike being shown by another person with intent; he just lived while I watched and pondered within myself why.
I put up no resistance to his message because he wasn't sending any, and so it got through in spades, to the core. I didn't even know it.
Even at the very end, his honor and his acceptance of what life dealt was true. I am sure I can say that would not have been the case with me, I'd be maximally self-indulged and whining all the way. He would sit up and try to appear as nothing was wrong. His love was beyond self. No human would stoup so low.
As far as I can now see, mankind is faulty, chickenshit and below not above the animal kingdom. We "reason", we "think" and we justify our "position" against others and escape our own guilt with these tools.
We use every one of these tools to "evade the moment" not to embrace it and make it our own. Our defense shields are held high while our dishonor remains hidden deep in the piles of justifications we have built for ourselves.
Everything requires "discernment" by man.
Every person teaches, expects, requires, forces "discernment" as a way of living.
To me now, "discern" is a pompous esoteric term for "bullshit" (denial, ego, evasion, self-aggrandizement).
We as humans live in a world without true interconnecting spirit wedged apart by our beloved "discernments" while animals just live with no discerning, no guarded or hidden agenda. They live to experience. We live to "learn" how to avoid experience.
Mankind is digressing not progressing. We're going the wrong way!
This realization in myself and for humankind is recognitive of the greatest loss of all.
Through observing Monster (the minuscule lowly cat's daily living) I now have a firm grasp on what "honor", "integrity" and the gift of living really is.
Tom Pedersen © April 2004
Saturday, June 18, 2011
To Know To The CORE
This is a phrase that I dreamed up while writing a love letter and terrible introduction to someone I've never met.
It's so interesting that cherished thoughts, our most precious perceptions of ourselves and of life, come while reaching out, unabashed, completely vulnerable to another.
It is these rare and very brief moments during a lifetime which we allow ourselves to feel and perceive our true desires and aspirations. It is when we openly express them to ourselves through another with naive wide eyed optimistic expectations of allowance.
It is moments like these that makes our hearts fly to the heavens, freely floating upon the soft breezes of the gods, having no trepidations or fixated self created notions.
It is also in the moments that can follow, often beaten black and blue, full of failure and the pain of realizing some deep desires will never be fulfilled, but then enduring onward. These subsequent moments are filled with sorrow and loss, boiling with unrequited love wishing we had never found, wishing we never made the attempt or reach toward. Then entering into the "what was I thinking" realm of logic simultaneously feeling the solid ground upon which our hearts have fallen with a thud and a splatter, spewing life's blood upon the wasteland of hard unforgiving reality.
But then later, to emerge stronger, wiping the blood of our fantasies from our eyes we are less vulnerable, have risen to the challenge, stronger in the attempt and most importantly with newly gained perspectives of who and what we are, with new wisdom, for there is no alternative. Not even death will suffice and the real YOU cannot die and you cannot forget.
Expanding or contracting have no existence within you. It is only in things with which you identify and claim are you which have such frailties.
When feeling such desire, such love, such kinship, I have no idea of whether it is just in me, a totally self created concept, or if it is a connecting to the ineffable core of another, a sharing, a fulfilled mind numbing quenched thirst, in the returning to a limitless spiritual home.
Should I stop such feelings and reflect them from the mind, discern and differentiate? They're instantly lost for they are outside mind and cannot be reflected, contained or observed simultaneously.
I call this "knowing to the core". It is far beyond the perception of only knowing someone or something for their projections, their surfaces being presented. To think I might know someone by their looks, their skin their, shape or cellular construct is absurd. But to know them by their thoughts, their actions, their likes or dislikes, their mannerisms is folly albeit much closer to knowing them, but still a near infinite distance from their core.
Much like pealing an onion, noticing a layer and perceiving, being allowed to perceive past and through each one, being allowed to dissolve them by grant of mutual trust and decision of affinity. What an honor, humbling rare and stunning.
Is there anything more valued in any universe? Is there anything more scarce?
To me, life is now nothing but the opportunity to connect with others attempting to "know them to their core". There is no other value, no gem or jewel, no desire, no game, no time or place that comes close as a substitute.
To "know to the core" is past all possible traits to "knowing about" and makes them truly unimportant. It is beyond all significance, all effort, all action, all facade, all presentation of "who and what I am" and all possible infinities of personality.
Getting to the core requires visibility, nakedness, truth and the lack of need for existences. There can be no hidden closets, no shunned awareness, no resistance of any thought, emotion, action or beingness. It must all be seen for what it really is thus stripped away!
Like the "10 spoke wheel of the Tao" it is the center, the nothing upon which it depends, the undefinable quality which has no substance. And that may not even be the core.
I have found my quest in life, for life, outside living, in death, in any state of awareness I may find myself, in the hereafter or any indescribable or unimaginable realm. I seek "knowing to the core" and am willing to give up all alternate knowingness in exchange.
All I wish of or for anyone, especially that of the love of any lifetime, is to allow my quest for it is truly who I am and seeking to be nothing else.
This is a communication attempted with words. It may not match the intent. It will be revised, it will be changed, it is not done and may never be.
2011 © sojournersoul
2011 © currentoccupant
2011 © urzero.blogspot.com
1981 © Tom Pedersen
It's so interesting that cherished thoughts, our most precious perceptions of ourselves and of life, come while reaching out, unabashed, completely vulnerable to another.
It is these rare and very brief moments during a lifetime which we allow ourselves to feel and perceive our true desires and aspirations. It is when we openly express them to ourselves through another with naive wide eyed optimistic expectations of allowance.
It is moments like these that makes our hearts fly to the heavens, freely floating upon the soft breezes of the gods, having no trepidations or fixated self created notions.
It is also in the moments that can follow, often beaten black and blue, full of failure and the pain of realizing some deep desires will never be fulfilled, but then enduring onward. These subsequent moments are filled with sorrow and loss, boiling with unrequited love wishing we had never found, wishing we never made the attempt or reach toward. Then entering into the "what was I thinking" realm of logic simultaneously feeling the solid ground upon which our hearts have fallen with a thud and a splatter, spewing life's blood upon the wasteland of hard unforgiving reality.
But then later, to emerge stronger, wiping the blood of our fantasies from our eyes we are less vulnerable, have risen to the challenge, stronger in the attempt and most importantly with newly gained perspectives of who and what we are, with new wisdom, for there is no alternative. Not even death will suffice and the real YOU cannot die and you cannot forget.
Expanding or contracting have no existence within you. It is only in things with which you identify and claim are you which have such frailties.
When feeling such desire, such love, such kinship, I have no idea of whether it is just in me, a totally self created concept, or if it is a connecting to the ineffable core of another, a sharing, a fulfilled mind numbing quenched thirst, in the returning to a limitless spiritual home.
Should I stop such feelings and reflect them from the mind, discern and differentiate? They're instantly lost for they are outside mind and cannot be reflected, contained or observed simultaneously.
I call this "knowing to the core". It is far beyond the perception of only knowing someone or something for their projections, their surfaces being presented. To think I might know someone by their looks, their skin their, shape or cellular construct is absurd. But to know them by their thoughts, their actions, their likes or dislikes, their mannerisms is folly albeit much closer to knowing them, but still a near infinite distance from their core.
Much like pealing an onion, noticing a layer and perceiving, being allowed to perceive past and through each one, being allowed to dissolve them by grant of mutual trust and decision of affinity. What an honor, humbling rare and stunning.
Is there anything more valued in any universe? Is there anything more scarce?
To me, life is now nothing but the opportunity to connect with others attempting to "know them to their core". There is no other value, no gem or jewel, no desire, no game, no time or place that comes close as a substitute.
To "know to the core" is past all possible traits to "knowing about" and makes them truly unimportant. It is beyond all significance, all effort, all action, all facade, all presentation of "who and what I am" and all possible infinities of personality.
Getting to the core requires visibility, nakedness, truth and the lack of need for existences. There can be no hidden closets, no shunned awareness, no resistance of any thought, emotion, action or beingness. It must all be seen for what it really is thus stripped away!
Like the "10 spoke wheel of the Tao" it is the center, the nothing upon which it depends, the undefinable quality which has no substance. And that may not even be the core.
I have found my quest in life, for life, outside living, in death, in any state of awareness I may find myself, in the hereafter or any indescribable or unimaginable realm. I seek "knowing to the core" and am willing to give up all alternate knowingness in exchange.
All I wish of or for anyone, especially that of the love of any lifetime, is to allow my quest for it is truly who I am and seeking to be nothing else.
This is a communication attempted with words. It may not match the intent. It will be revised, it will be changed, it is not done and may never be.
2011 © sojournersoul
2011 © currentoccupant
2011 © urzero.blogspot.com
1981 © Tom Pedersen
Thursday, June 9, 2011
What is Perfection
This is Part II to the original writing "Perfection Standard"
Time itself guarantees the impossibility of perfection. Lets define perfection in and identity along with the concepts of absolute or infinity. As long as time exists, there must be a constant change or consecutive sequential moments, one following another and never stopping. Perfection might exist for an instant but then it immediately changes at the onset of the next instant. All things are either expanding or contracting, continuously being created or in the throws of their cessation of being created. There is no such thing as sustainability in a continuum such as time
The only true perfection that will ever be is that of a total static. Philosophers have intonated for centuries of this quality, whether it be in the Veda's, the Egyptian Book of the Dead, or even more recent religions such as Buddhism, Taoism (AKA, Tao Te Ching), the Qabbalah and Koran.
It is often defined in many ways using words designed to relate to something and not intended or designed to capture the essence of "a nothing".
I've heard and have conjured my own conceptual interpretations attempting to communicate the ineffable concept of the source of that which animates life, human or otherwise.
Attempted definitions such as:
Emptiness
The nothing between all things
That which is non-existent but binds all that is existent.
The intangible, and distinctly absent from human perceptions, but is the source and recipient of all perception.
The quality residing outside or parallel to time, space and matter. Which does not exist with but imperceptibly and invisibly permeates through all time, space and matter.
The true self which has the qualities of honor, integrity, ethics, valor, honesty. That which displays the qualities of intellect, perception, observation, cognition, knowing, duplication, affinity, sentience and the myriad of other similar qualities which cannot be attributed to memory or mental creative activities requiring discernment.
The quality of the infinite space within all matter makeup from the nucleus to the galaxies, that which fills all voids and binds.
This may be the actual state of the spirit, soul or the true YOU.
The absolute STATIC which has no motion due to it existing in all places and no places simultaneously, thus having not instance or presence in time or in space.
I've had the question posed asking in variant ways: "how can you say a static describes the spirit and that it is not in time"?
One answer conjured is: If the observer is capable of the perception of time, then it cannot be in it itself while simultaneously tell that it is consecutively, moment by moment passing.
Further; to have such a thing as time, there must be a reference that is not IN time, otherwise the absence of such reference would make consecutive moments imperceptible.
As a poor example of this concept; set in a motionless vehicle with your eyes closed with ears muffed and have the driver (someone other than yourself!) initiate coasting down a slightly inclined street with as little alternative motion as possible. If you are identified to the vehicle and the vehicle is moving, so are you simultaneously. There is no difference in the motion of the vehicle and of yourself. If performed properly, you will not discern when there was no vehicle motion, thus consecutive moments and existing motion.
This is a crude example of there needing an external reference to anything before perception of it can be accomplished. Simple pure classical physics.
Logic may offer that it is likely that the foundation of all Time, Space, Matter and Energy must be some quality that is not.
In Taoism, there is the example of "The Wheel" as an attempt to describe "Emptiness" by describing everything else.
see - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tao_Te_Ching for the following examples:
Emptiness
We put thirty spokes together and call it a wheel;
But it is on the space where there is nothing that the usefulness of the wheel depends.
We turn clay to make a vessel;
But it is on the space where there is nothing that the usefulness of the vessel depends.
We pierce doors and windows to make a house;
And it is on these spaces where there is nothing that the usefulness of the house depends.
Therefore just as we take advantage of what is, we should recognize the usefulness of what is not. (chap. 11, tr. Waley)
If there is perfection, it is "a nothing", that which animates, that which sees but cannot be seen. It is never changing, never existed and never ceases. That quality is YOU.
If anyone can suggest any other ways to describe the nothing upon which all things depend, please chime in!!
This is a communication attempted with words. It may not match the intent. It will be revised, it will be changed, it is not done and may never be.
2011 © sojournersoul
2011 © currentoccupant
2011 © urzero.blogspot.com
1981 © Tom Pedersen
Time itself guarantees the impossibility of perfection. Lets define perfection in and identity along with the concepts of absolute or infinity. As long as time exists, there must be a constant change or consecutive sequential moments, one following another and never stopping. Perfection might exist for an instant but then it immediately changes at the onset of the next instant. All things are either expanding or contracting, continuously being created or in the throws of their cessation of being created. There is no such thing as sustainability in a continuum such as time
The only true perfection that will ever be is that of a total static. Philosophers have intonated for centuries of this quality, whether it be in the Veda's, the Egyptian Book of the Dead, or even more recent religions such as Buddhism, Taoism (AKA, Tao Te Ching), the Qabbalah and Koran.
It is often defined in many ways using words designed to relate to something and not intended or designed to capture the essence of "a nothing".
I've heard and have conjured my own conceptual interpretations attempting to communicate the ineffable concept of the source of that which animates life, human or otherwise.
Attempted definitions such as:
Emptiness
The nothing between all things
That which is non-existent but binds all that is existent.
The intangible, and distinctly absent from human perceptions, but is the source and recipient of all perception.
The quality residing outside or parallel to time, space and matter. Which does not exist with but imperceptibly and invisibly permeates through all time, space and matter.
The true self which has the qualities of honor, integrity, ethics, valor, honesty. That which displays the qualities of intellect, perception, observation, cognition, knowing, duplication, affinity, sentience and the myriad of other similar qualities which cannot be attributed to memory or mental creative activities requiring discernment.
The quality of the infinite space within all matter makeup from the nucleus to the galaxies, that which fills all voids and binds.
This may be the actual state of the spirit, soul or the true YOU.
The absolute STATIC which has no motion due to it existing in all places and no places simultaneously, thus having not instance or presence in time or in space.
I've had the question posed asking in variant ways: "how can you say a static describes the spirit and that it is not in time"?
One answer conjured is: If the observer is capable of the perception of time, then it cannot be in it itself while simultaneously tell that it is consecutively, moment by moment passing.
Further; to have such a thing as time, there must be a reference that is not IN time, otherwise the absence of such reference would make consecutive moments imperceptible.
As a poor example of this concept; set in a motionless vehicle with your eyes closed with ears muffed and have the driver (someone other than yourself!) initiate coasting down a slightly inclined street with as little alternative motion as possible. If you are identified to the vehicle and the vehicle is moving, so are you simultaneously. There is no difference in the motion of the vehicle and of yourself. If performed properly, you will not discern when there was no vehicle motion, thus consecutive moments and existing motion.
This is a crude example of there needing an external reference to anything before perception of it can be accomplished. Simple pure classical physics.
Logic may offer that it is likely that the foundation of all Time, Space, Matter and Energy must be some quality that is not.
In Taoism, there is the example of "The Wheel" as an attempt to describe "Emptiness" by describing everything else.
see - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tao_Te_Ching for the following examples:
Emptiness
We put thirty spokes together and call it a wheel;
But it is on the space where there is nothing that the usefulness of the wheel depends.
We turn clay to make a vessel;
But it is on the space where there is nothing that the usefulness of the vessel depends.
We pierce doors and windows to make a house;
And it is on these spaces where there is nothing that the usefulness of the house depends.
Therefore just as we take advantage of what is, we should recognize the usefulness of what is not. (chap. 11, tr. Waley)
If there is perfection, it is "a nothing", that which animates, that which sees but cannot be seen. It is never changing, never existed and never ceases. That quality is YOU.
If anyone can suggest any other ways to describe the nothing upon which all things depend, please chime in!!
This is a communication attempted with words. It may not match the intent. It will be revised, it will be changed, it is not done and may never be.
2011 © sojournersoul
2011 © currentoccupant
2011 © urzero.blogspot.com
1981 © Tom Pedersen
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