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. We think that we are moving and traveling… but psychologically we really remain where we’ve always been (all along).
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. Ignorance is to, unfortunately, be caught in a vast matrix — such as the matrix of time — and not deeply understand its essence or nature.
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. Artwork depicting magnificent prehistoric horses with leopard spotting exists in prehistoric cave paintings in Europe.
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. Few, unfortunately, are truly aware of the timeless. Thought is time… for as time, thought is sequential, fixed, and conditioned. Music is sequential too. To go beyond the “conditioned” partially involves ending dependence on mere sequentiality.
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. Thought (i.e., thinking) cannot make itself profoundly silent; what is conditioned cannot — by itself (or through mind-formulated systems) — ever create the unconditioned. The conditioned naturally — effortlessly — ceases as quiet insight flowers. A silence that is the product of a calculating mind — or of a predetermined system — is a limited, dead kind of silence. Intelligence (seeing the dangers of merely being constituted of limited, conditioned patterns) may come upon genuine silence… but not by “making it happen.”
That is true silence’s intrinsic beauty.
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. It is so easy for the mind to deceive itself, for it to believe in its own or in others’ delusions. Only a mind that is simple and unburdened sees reality as it really is.
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. [She’s a blond, brunette, and redhead… all rolled into one! And, of course, she has plenty of simple, down-to-earth horse sense!] 😉
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. Fear of “not being accepted” makes many into the shallow shadows of others.
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. [Note: Immediately under each of the Katydid’s front leg knees are holes; these are the Katydid’s “ears.” If you are a small, slim, narrow creature — like our Katydid friend — you’ll have the best stereophonic hearing, helping to protect you from predators, (if your ears are situated in your widely spread legs).]
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. Snakes Alive! :0 Multi-Photo…
A lot of people were taught to (and also innately) fear and hate snakes. All my life i’ve admired them for their true beauty and excellence (as some of God’s amazing creatures). When Steve Irwin died, i cried and cried and cried; for he was a brilliant and wonderful spokesman for the true beauty and joy of snakes/spiders and similar creatures. Steve was such a supreme spokesperson for all of life’s amazing wildlife. When he died young… a lot of species — here on this earth where many animals are cruelly abused — lost their most important, kindhearted friend.
When very young, i used to briefly catch snakes just to admire them; then i’d release them back into the greenery. We had a large family picnic recently, and i purchased a lot of rubber/plastic snakes for the young boys of the family (of which there are many). While purchasing them, the cashier at the store cringed, and stated that she hated snakes. She then went on to say that she and her mother recently killed one that was in her mother’s yard. Many people kill snakes when they see one. I informed her that there are really no poisonous snakes in northern Illinois — the Massasauga is basically extinct and is illegal to kill if found — and that snakes are very beneficial in that they eat disease carrying vermin such as rats and mice.
Below are a few photos of a large Bullsnake that was in our yard recently. It gave off a wonderful fake rattling sound when it was curled around some dried leaves (at one point). It was beginning to shed its skin, so i grabbed it by the tail and moved it to where it could safely get under our gazebo. It was large and awesome… a beautiful, incredible animal! 😉
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. Multi-photo: The gravity of living with awareness and kindheartedness outweighs the minuscule misery of mindlessness. Break free…
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. [Below is a Cicada emerging from it exoskeleton case. Prior to this, they lie buried for 7 or 13 years or so… depending on the species. These are the insects that make loud symphonic sounds at the tree tops.]
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. Roses are red, violets are blue… please wake up and realize that what you perceive is you.
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. [We are addressing this in the psychological, not physical sense, regarding the mind. When you look at the blue sky, your mind — as actual conscious perception (which you are) — consists of blueness… not of actual ozone, and updrafts of a stratosphere.]
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. To go beyond the pettiness of silly, superficial dreams — and all dreams are superficial — one’s mind must (during the day) be very aware and of an intense order; then dreams — as the limited self-obtrusions of symbolism that they are — are unnecessary (and rarely occur)… and something profound may, instead, take place.
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. One of the reasons that there are (and were) so few true bodhisattvas (i.e., enlightened entities) is that only the immature cling to (or deliberately avoid) experience… while wisdom is neither just being nor not being… (nor is it endless “becoming.”)
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. To be cut off from the universal order is to merely look with separation and limited space “at energy” while (all the while) not existing in a direct relationship with orderly energy. True enlightenment is a real communion with — not merely a fabricated ritual about — that energy. Those who look at life through eyes of separation are — interestingly enough — inevitably apart (mentally, not actually) from that orderly energy that is universal, vast, and whole. To merely perceive through limited space is to remain ensnared in limited space. Such limitation causes the mind to often encounter boredom, indifference, melancholiness, and confined measures of control, stemming from a false, learned, fabricated center (involving a limited circumference, with it’s separation — and isolating walls — from all others). Psychological space between a “perceiver” and “that, which is perceived” often results in disorder resultant from limitation… (the limitation of a distorted, circumscribed, confined space). Intelligently go beyond such limitation.
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