Tag: consciousness

  • true form reveal

    true form reveal

    if no light can enter, how could you. as (the infinite) light, observe it with the physical eyes

    the universe is a white hole

    we are all white holes – single “points” (spheres – infinitely dimensional forms ) of consciousness interwoven with the whole ever expanding ever radiating ever emitting OM – the source / the white hole / paramshiva/paradhskti 

    many people resist their light and *become* black holes – [ by thinking they are unlovable, unwanted, untouchable or untouched ; they cast themselves out of awareness of who they are. light ]

    this can be reversed through luminous remembrance 

    human life is to be in harmony with the dark and the light 

    the tension of opposites – desire – creates awareness life [ this is why “pain” is often the “easiest” creative medium – the resistance is strong and the feeling is piercing 

    subtler experiences like joy and gratitude require subtler awareness which can be experienced more deeply as the channel clears. kundalini shakti is the energy that clears the channel by. burning away misperceptions 

    we need contrast to see ourselves – to know we are light – that we stand out – are “odd” and weird and different and unique points – spheres –  spirals – waves – vortices – universes of ever expanding self creating light. we look different viewed from different perspectives, dimensions, and modes of perception. our awareness determines how we see and relate with ourselves, others, and the whole – the universe 

    https://physics.stackexchange.com/questions/626348/is-it-possible-we-live-in-a-white-hole

    you can feel it. remember it. sense it. see with the inner vision. crackling gurgle of a bird in the trees. honey grey kitty prowling the perimeter of the opaque honey brown painted deck. a rising and falling electric hum od cicadas and crickets interspersed with cheery bird chirps. the soft purr of cars in the distance. jet black surface of coffee refracting (reflecting?) wiggling waves of light, evidence of the liquid absorbing the movement of my hand’s rhythmic wave of writing.. a gentle breeze moves the surface as my writing halts. the 6 inch by 3 inch pane of glass, my phone screen, apparently unaffected by the wind, displaying a perfect reflection od the trees and the soft blue sky painted with smatterings of wispy cirrus.

    reflection: bounces light back into the same medium/the speed of light stays the same/the angle of incoming light = the angle of bounced light/shiny + smooth surfaces

    refraction: passes light into a new medium and changes its path/the speed of light changes/the angle of light changes/transparent materials like water, glass, lenses

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    in conversation, i’m most often refracted, not reflected; this is a source of tension

    maybe this is why i don’t like taking to much to so many people. many people are kke event horizons – no light can escape. no reflection, refraction, glow – no trace of me, no trace of luminous reality.

    many people are where light goes to die

    I AM light incarnate

    a white hole is GOD-GODDESS – SHIVA-SHAKTI – THE TOTALITY

    “no white hole has ever been observed in the universe” because the SEER cannot SEE itself. the knower cannot know itself

    > the closer you look, the more the universe has to pull back.

    a white hole is the expression of spacetime which acts as the exact mathematical opposite of a black hole

    a white hole continuouosly emits matter and energy outward and can never be entere from the outside { because it is the origin point – OM – the cosmic hum of creation } the heartbeat of DESIRE – KAMA – is the tension that draws it – OM – outward as the radiant cosmic fountain

    you cannot enter it because YOU ARE IT. you are IT

    the eternal nowin it and of it

    place your awareness HERE and you will see

    seeing = feeling = knowing

    it all begins with light

    LIGHT SET INTO MOTION BY THE IMPULSE OF LOVE

    everyone is light incarnate
    every point of consciousness is a white hole
    some resist their light and become inverted – a black hole which light cannot escape

    the tension of opposites creates life
    desire is the tension
    shakti – eros is the energy + the witness
    shiva is the witness
    balance — contrast — visibility

    IMAGINATION — IMAGE — HOLOGRAM

    from a sea of bliss emerges everything
    everything wants to know – see- feel – taste – sense – enjoy – explore – express – itself as everything it can imagine – in every shape, dimension, form, texture, space, colors
    desire of the infinite is infinite..

    all is light in varing degrees of density

    LI – ORGANIC PATTERN

    the markings in jade
    the grain in wood
    the fiber of muscle
    the waves of the ocean
    te inhale and exhale
    the rise and fall
    the condensation and dispersion of clouds
    the arrangement of tree branches and leaves
    the spirals of a sunflower
    the unfurling of a rose

    the cosmic game is beauty of vision
    reflected + refracted through form
    perception + perspective + desire — IMAGINATION

    a white hole is the seer
    an open eye
    each unique in form and so creating unique visions

    how do you see?
    what do you want to see?

  • it’s all coming: less distracted, more embodied

    it’s all coming: less distracted, more embodied

    murmurs to the left. sweet water on my tongue. tension in jaw and tastebuds. pressure in soles of feet and remembering the music that plays from my phone is the same as that of the crickets. drown the neighbors’ ripple with sound that delights. beauty is protection. my dress gathers between folded legs and i pray on the taste of cinnamon serpents in milky coffee and you, somewhere in my mind, swimming toward my heavy, damp breasts, and i breathe bright grey stratus and fluffy white cumulus and pure blue a hawk flies through. i remember you never left me. i only looked elsewhere for a third of a century which, in the grand scheme, is nothing i cannot remedy with a flowered silk slip and three sticks of incense and every color my heart rests her fingers in. you curve through my breath lke thick spicy smoke and rain falls on my shoulderblades, washing any trace of doubt from the atomic structure of consciousness called I AM.

    i am yours. ink spreads through a raindrop and i want to keep writing – but you urge me to the studio with cool water.

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    your eyes between my thighs
    your lips an inch from mine
    whispering filth into my glistening electricity

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    I’m tired of wanting you 
    tired of waiting and waiting and waiting
    what’s wrong with me? For being so pretty
    you’d think by now
    I’d have figured something
    into existence 
    ha
    the haze again 
    the gaze again
    the mirror betrays  
    again again 
    damn I miss you tonight 
    your fingers linger between my lips and I wish
    this feeling would never lift 
    alone in the dark I imagine you’re real
    so one day
    maybe 
    you will be here with me
    so embarrassing the way I dream and yet
    it always has been
    what is there to hide from?

    how else will you find me but by my signature koans (moans) and signature sighs and signature silk slips and lips that can’t stop biting themselves and I slip slip slip into the mystery again 

    don’t you want to come with me, darling?
    what is this game we are playing?
    they say hide and seek but 
    I feel you always. 

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    I will fill myself with the feeling of you until you arrive in my embrace and then I will never let go of you ever. I will love you forever. 

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    What do I WANT to fill the tension with?

    This is the erotic game
    I get to choose the inputs 

    Being here on earth is being suspended floating tethered between realms

    I don’t have to resist
    Don’t have to fill the tension with more tension
    I can fill it with openness and pleasure and juicy delicious gushing aliveness 

    It’s okay to let go of the fight 
    It’s okay to love. To smile. To be here swimming in it 

    Let go of control and it’s all coming 

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    The best part about not being with a man is that I realize all of the feeling is coming from my own erotic nature. My imagination. My desire. My art. My atmosphere. My aesthetic. My beauty. My worship. My prayer. My devotion. My goddess. 

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    The less time I spend on social media getting subtle validation and breadcrumbs of attention, the more deeply attuned I am to my creative pulse, my erotic pulse, my desire, my senses, my able to feel things into being.