life is precious

"Be Yourself. Life is precious as it is. All the elements for your happiness are already here. There is no need to run, strive, search, or struggle. Just Be." ~Thich Nhat Hanh:

“Be Yourself.

Life is precious as it is.

All the elements for your happiness are already here.

There is no need to run, strive, search, or struggle.

Just Be.”

~Thich Nhat Hanh




Today’s revelation

God is everywhere, in every ice crystal of the frost on the grass and in the steam off the coffee. Yes, this is all shapes and forms of the Great One. I slow down to see His face. He looks at me as His own face and tastes me with my tongue. Continue reading

limit your activity to be infinity

Thich Nhat Hanh: Thich Nhat Hanh

“Drink your tea slowly and reverently,

as if it is the axis

on which the world earth revolves

slowly, evenly,

without rushing toward the future.

Live the actual moment.

Only this moment is life.”

~ Thich Nhat Hanh


Limit your activity to be infinity


My Comment: This is a statement of one of the great paradoxes of Truth. Nowadays there is much talk of ‘multi-dimensionality’ and expanding your consciousness, etc. To say that the way to infinity is through limiting your activity sounds like nonsense. When we consider that our present state of consciousness is highly fragmented and that consciousness is always the content of consciousness, then we may see things differently. The tremendous inflation of the content of consciousness that many are presently experiencing may be one of the reasons for so much confusion and lack of quality of presence. Many of us recognize that consciousness has one source and that there is actually only one consciousness, not ‘my consciousness’ and ‘your consciousness’. The quality of our conscious presence needs to reflect this. Continue reading

I was not


“I didn’t know I was, presently I know I am, this is the same “I” with the knowingness mantle over it. This is the way the very Absolute transformed Itself into this grosser consciousness state, the state of appearance.”

“Nobody wants to inquire about the Self deeply and thoroughly, everybody inquires on a superficial level.” (Nisargadatta, Prior to Consciousness p. 54)

I was not. Then suddenly, I was. It feels like I am, but actually, I am not. If I had known what a trap I was getting into, I would not have gone into my mother’s womb. This sounds like a rejection of being alive, but it is not. It is neither rejection nor acceptance. This is the fine line of the paradox that my consciousness has to walk in order to find my way out of the labyrinth of consciousness. Continue reading

I Could Get Used to This…


I had one of those exceptional dreams a while ago – the kind that when you “wake up” you realize that the dream was a real as where you are now.
And hearing the view recently that the dream quality of experience is how emotions manifest into a dimension of their own (some call it the 4th dimension) – I let my senses linger with this particular dream vision/experience a few times during the day so as to let the quality solidify itself more deeply into the cells of my psycho-somatic organism.

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Into Thin Air

thin air

thin air

Artwork Images Copyright Dave Goldman

We interface into this world out of nothing

Like a hand into the glove

We fit inside it like we were made for it

Made of it and we are but

We come from somewhere else

That is not this world Continue reading

the inner sun

inner light 1

I am a self-luminous being. As my luminosity is directed back onto itself it becomes aware of itself as pure luminosity that shows up as various shapes and forms. Sounds, smells and tastes are as well forms of this luminosity. Viewed from this vantage point, thoughts are so much chirping of the human bird – at times audible and then we call it words and speech. When this chirping is not audible we call it thoughts or mind-chatter. This chirping can help to transfer images from one person to another and therefore can serve to align the movements of our luminosity into harmony, or also into disruptions of the patterns of luminosity, as the case may be. Continue reading

the way life wants you to act: Krishnamurti


Original post: HERE

“I have no message,” replied Krishnamurti. “If I had one, most people would accept it blindly and try to live up to it, merely because of the authority which they try to force upon me.”

“But what do you tell people when they come and ask you to help them?”

“Most people come and ask me whether they can learn through experience.”

“And your answer is?”

“That they cannot,” replied Krishnaji firmly. Continue reading

the abyss, loneliness and solitude



“Plasmatic plane was created as a result of torsion forces between the physical and etheric as a direct consequence of cosmic anomaly when the universe was created and is also called the Abyss.” (Cobra Update 10/7/14)

“It (the urge to possess) comes from the depths of loneliness. Each one tries to fill this loneliness in different ways.” (Krishnamurti)

There is, according to some a “quantum anomaly” that occurred when this universe was created. It is described as the “source of the dark”, and in this context “the dark” and all that has resulted as human suffering in our world, can be understood as the experience of separation from Source, or Self. This anomaly is said to also be known as the abyss, which I understand to mean a black hole into which one can be drawn without the possibility of escape. This may be that loneliness which is experienced as despair.

Krishnamurti suggests that wanting to escape from it will not be successful. Others state that they do NOT recommend exploring this anomaly by going into it. K and others point to another option, which is to take one’s stance in a place completely devoid of ideas or thoughts of any kind. Then “the brain must wash itself clean of all these cunning devices” – meaning all the ways in which one seeks to fill the loneliness.

I am including a longer excerpt of Krishnamurti on this topic as it requires the willingness on the part of the reader who wishes in earnest to explore his/her own consciousness, to look more deeply than a blog post generally takes us.

Krishnamurti (from his Notebook – bold highlights are mine):

“Love’s not attachment. Love does not yield sorrow. Love has no despair or hope. Love cannot be made respectable, part of the social scheme. When it is not there, every form of travail begins.

“To possess and to be possessed is considered a form of love. This urge to possess, a person or a piece of property, is not merely the demands of society and circumstances but springs from a far deeper source. It comes from the depths of loneliness. Each one tries to fill this loneliness in different ways, drink, organized religion, belief, some form of activity and so on. All these are escapes but it’s still there.

To commit oneself to some organization, to some belief or action is to be possessed by them, negatively; and positively is to possess. The negative and positive possessiveness is doing good, changing the world and the so-called love. To control another, to shape another in the name of love is the urge to possess; the urge to find security, safety in another and the comfort. Self-forgetfulness through another, through some activity makes for attachment. From this attachment, there’s sorrow and despair and from this there is the reaction, to be detached. And from this contradiction of attachment and detachment arises conflict and frustration.

“There’s no escape from loneliness: it is a fact and escape from facts breeds confusion and sorrow.

“But not to possess anything is an extraordinary state, not even to possess an idea, let alone a person or a thing. When idea, thought, takes root, it has already become a possession and then the war to be free begins. And this freedom is not freedom at all; it’s only a reaction. Reactions take root and our life is the ground in which roots have grown. To cut all the roots, one by one, is a psychological absurdity. It cannot be done. Only the fact, loneliness, must be seen and then all other things fade away.

“Yesterday afternoon it was pretty bad, almost unbearable; it went on for several hours. Walking, surrounded by these violet, bare, rocky mountains, suddenly there was solitude. Complete solitude. Everywhere, there was solitude; it had great, unfathomable richness; it had that beauty which is beyond thought and feeling. It was not still; it was living, moving, filling every nook and corner. The high rocky mountain top was aglow with the setting sun and that very light and colour filled the heavens with solitude.

“It was uniquely alone, not isolated but alone, like a drop of rain which holds all the waters of the earth. It was neither joyous nor sad but alone. It had no quality, shape or colour; these would make it something recognizable, measurable. It came like a flash and took seed. It did not germinate but it was there in its entirety. There was no time to mature; time has roots in the past. This was a rootless, causeless state. So it is totally “new”, a state that has not been and never will be, for it is living.

“Isolation is known and so is loneliness; they are recognizable for they have often been experienced, actually or in imagination. The very familiarity of these breeds certain self-righteous contempt and fear from which arises cynicism and gods. But self-isolation and loneliness do not lead to aloneness; they must be finished with, not in order to gain something, but they must die as naturally as the withering away of a gentle flower. Resistance breeds fear but also acceptance. The brain must wash itself clean of all these cunning devices.

Unrelated to all these twists and turns of self-contaminated consciousness, wholly different is this immense solitude. In it all creation takes place. Creation destroys and so it is ever the unknown.

“It’s as though everything stood still. There’s no movement, no stirring, complete emptiness of all thought, of all seeing. There’s no interpreter to translate, to observe, to censor. An immeasurable vastness that is utterly still and silent. There is no space, nor time to cover that space. The beginning and the ending are here, of all things. There is really nothing that can be said about it.

Possibly this glimpse into this man’s experience, as far as words allow, can serve to encourage some of us to exit the immensely seductive and seemingly all-pervading matrix that has hijacked humanity’s consciousness and caught it up in a sticky web of half-truths mixed with blatant lies about the nature of reality, and so, about our own true nature.

If one word could sum up the greatest hindrance facing every man, woman and child in our world from seeing through this hall or mirrors, it is “distraction”. We are distracted by our hopes and dreams as well as by the horrors that might await us if we do not start to “save the world” with all our energy right now. We are haunted by myriad specters the moment we even consider seriously divorcing ourselves from ALL thought forms, in order to regain our primal identity and thus our true sovereignty. Without this deep clarity that has discarded all blinders of whatever variance we are doomed to be susceptible to triggers of deep fears, and thus we are controllable.

Only free from all illusions is there the breath of Life.

perfect composure: zen



There is a universal force which goes into form moment by moment in an infinitely intelligent way, in perfect concert with all phenomena of existence as well as all levels of non-phenomenal existence. Whatever concepts appeal to us and which allow our mind to open up to the great mystery of this universal force, are, in my opinion, useful. Trust, faith, total functioning, implicate order, the impulse of evolution, adamantine particles, law of attraction, reincarnation and soul evolution, divine providence, the Buddha Mind, no-mind, higher Self – all are, in this sense, equally valid. Today it appeals to me to see myself as Buddha nature arising into form in each moment exactly as is called for so that my form joins in harmony with the cosmic symphony. Continue reading

wondrous being: a mystical experience

shin ku myo u pin

Lying on the roof in the evening close to dusk and looking up into the now pale blue sky, myriad infinitesimal light particles were raining down. As a child, and even as a young man, I sometimes looked up like this and was mesmerized by the spectacle of these energy particles that seemed to only be visible when looking straight up into the sky with a soft gaze. The intensity I was perceiving now was a thousand-fold stronger than I remembered having seen it years ago. I could not keep my eyes open to it for long, only for 6 or 7 seconds at a time. My inner sense of these particles corresponds to what is described as adamantine particles in the following article: Continue reading