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To Exist as Nothing Psychologically

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To exist as nothing, psychologically, is not an unfavorable, weak state. Going beyond everything that you have been and believe in — instantly, without motive — is one of the most positive things, for it is of innocence, wholeness (beyond fragmentary reactions), and freedom. In fact, always continuing as mere reaction (from the old memory bank of stale ideas and images) is the continuation of sorrow. Sorrow must inevitably occur when mental things are second-hand and are constituted of mere reactions. Of course, thought/thinking must frequently manifest for one to do certain necessary things proficiently, with care. However, remaining in (and “as”) thought/thinking habitually, when such thinking is unnecessary, is sorrow and over-reacting. (It’s like endlessly clinging to a stream of shadows when — with deeper awareness — such shadows can be seen to be superficial and often rather insignificant.)

We, unfortunately, were miseducated to associate internal emptiness with internal poverty. Pure, uncontaminated, psychological emptiness is the most positive action, for it is of a pristine, orderly wholeness; merely being the reaction of thinking, however, is essentially inaction… dullness. Unfabricated emptiness is of a wholeness that is beyond mere sequential reaction in (and “as”) time; in that is vast energy, real freedom.

Monarch Madness … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019
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That Sacredness

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There is a vast, timeless sacredness that is beyond the illusory patterns of the world.  It did not create this world and it rarely manifests itself to those in it.  (The creation of the world or universe by a separate, calculating deity is a rather barbaric conceptualization inherited from our ancient forebearers.)   This sacredness is ineffable; it is beyond words and the representation of words.  (Most all words are symbols and are merely representations.)  It is beyond the framework of time.  All sequential patterns of words (and mental images) are time.  What is merely caught in time cannot touch or approach the timeless.  There is an innocence, a wholeness of mind, beyond thought/thinking, that can be open to a visitation of this timelessness, (and that can also involve insights that may be reflections from such timelessness).  Theories and beliefs have nothing to do with it.  

It can only visit you; you cannot visit (or approach it).  The “you” (i.e., that learned image of a “central me”), anyway, cannot merely exist as the illusion that it is (for a likely communion with that timelessness to take place).  Mankind, for the most part, being caught in rather vapid sequential symbols of thought/thinking, tends to go on suffering, go on in limitation and time.

 

Buckeye Butterfly in nice Fall colors … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019
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Winged and Ready

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Winged and ready
         to softly swirl
a long way off from
         man’s sad sordid fabrications and smoggy surgings

Bright eyes see
         beyond miserable madness(musts and can’ts)
and will fly
         beyond stale circumscriptions

Will we succumb to whirlwinds of hard
         indifference?
Will they plant their deadness into
         our innocent minds?

That is up to you

Winged and Ready (Painted Lady) … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019
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Wordless Wednesday … Not!

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A true love of nature stays local as much as possible and avoids using deadly fossil-fuel jet planes and fossil-fuel road vehicles to travel world-wide to go to “exotic” nature places; such worldwide-sight-seeing (and picture-taking) is not loving nature; nature is not a Disney Amusement Park.   Our globe is very delicate, fragile, and we have been brainwashed and conditioned to think nothing of traveling long distances for mere amusement purposes.  Aircraft emit staggering amounts of CO2, the most prevalent manmade greenhouse gas.  If you love nature, stay local.    

 

 

Perfect symbiosis … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

 

 

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The Ecstasy in the Green Luscious Garden

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The ecstasy in the green luscious garden
flaps its wings in harmony
pert antennae sensing all the smells
in the rapture beyond the kitchen window

Lovely colors moving all around
flower to flower endlessly
cares not a bit about the past
or what the future might just be

Rubbing stamen amongst the stigma
in a style Oh so clean
purity in every blossom
here between the trees and golden honeybees

Collecting nectar sweet and no antiques
living fresh in every moment
time’s illusion not for me
beyond the world’s vast confusion

 

 

Ecstasy in the Green Luscious Garden … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

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So while looking into the mirror…

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So while looking into the mir-
ror at one
self,
one asks, “Did
I re-
member
to brush my
teeth this morning?”

Well then, “Oh, that’s 
right!  I don’t have any
teeth; I have a proboscis.”
Proboscises suck,
and it’s not that you “have them”;
they are merely part of what you are…

as are butterflies
and things to reflect on.

 

 


[Note: Butterflies use their long tube-like proboscises to suck nutritious nectar out of flowers.  They have a symbiotic relationship with flowers in that they help pollinate them by going from one flower to another.  Note the yellow pollen sticking to the “face” of this Painted Lady Butterfly.]

In the Mirror … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

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Winged Purity

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Makes a living by searching for nectar
Sleeps where it eats
Doesn’t have to pay taxes
Doesn’t have to worship at stone temples that replaced nature 
Doesn’t need to propound fancy opinions
Doesn’t ruin the environment by traveling in fossil fuel vehicles
Is a pacifist and has no crazy leaders

 

 

Common Blue / Spring Azure Butterfly and a scrawny caterpillar … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

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The Turbulent Mind

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People who are not serious will not care about this.  The turbulent mind, the mind that is constantly reacting, constantly chattering (internally), constantly being agitated, is much different than a placid mind of true quietude.  A quiet mind is analogous to a small boat in the middle of a pond, with little haphazard movement, with its oars still and not disturbing the water.  Then, in such stillness, the surface of the water may be mirror-like, accurately reflecting everything.  Contrastingly, the constantly chattering mind, the agitated mind, is like a small boat — in the middle of a pond — that is endlessly rocking, rowing circuitously, and splashing.  Then, in such unending agitation, very little of the water’s surface reflects accurately; then there is a great deal of distortion; this is when a lot of twisting takes place; this is when a great deal of misrepresentation and misinterpretation can take place.  

I will not offer you (like so many of the charlatans do) concrete methods and techniques — meditative or otherwise — to make the mind still and quiet.  Any such concrete techniques (that you can practice) will only make your mind more mesmerized, more robotic and dull.   For many, the “I” or “me” can allegedly “make” the mind quiet.  However, the “I” and the “me” are protrusions of thought/thinking; any such “quietness” that they supposedly conjure up is inevitably an extension of a false and deceptive process.  One conditioned reaction cannot make other conditioned reactions quiet, at least not in any legitimate sense; one form of agitation cannot cause similar forms of agitation to be quiet by using “control” as a means to an end.  Only natural, simple, unpremeditated observing of what is going on (without dependence on antiquated patterns and suppositions) may — perhaps — allow an effortless, non-concocted quietness (beyond gross separation) to take place.  Deep intelligence perceives the whole.  Thought/thinking is primarily choppy, primarily fragmentary. 

 

 

 

First Butterfly — a Red Admiral — of the season; they were eating sap dripping down the Birch bark. … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019

 

 

 

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Responsibility and Love

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When there is the negation of what order and love are not, perhaps love will be there.  There is no “you” that wills that negation, for the very self itself (i.e., the “I” or the “me”) must be part of that negation… not merely controlling it from (or “as”) a distance.  Of course, we are not suggesting harm to the body in any way; such harm would not entail love.  Love is not merely measurable (i.e., not merely of measure), so one cannot merely “know” that one has it.  Thinking and time are of measure and a mind that is merely caught up in thinking and measurement (in and “as” time) cannot love deeply (though it can easily think that it can).  Clinging to an isolated concept of “me” (apart from all of life) requires distance and a measurement of opposites.  Psychological distance and measurement create the “I” and the “I” would not exist without such psychological distance and measurement.

A lot of people say “I love you” very easily (as if one knows that one “has” it… as if it entails an absolute separate subject and object).  Is there really an “I” that is separate from what the whole world is?  Is there really an isolated “you” — that is looking from a (learned) distance, an accumulated psychological space — that is separate from what the whole world is?  Psychological separation, isolation, and conflict depend upon limited thought/thinking, and without limited thought/thinking, such separation wouldn’t exist.  

Our minds are often so very distorted and not whole.  The grocery stores, these days, are chock-full of fragmented, over-processed, pseudo-foods.  And, in the United States, for example, there is more obesity and more cancer (and strange, deleterious syndromes popping up) than ever before.  Too few of us eat real, whole foods like our grandparents did; we assimilate garbage both mentally and gustatorily, and we don’t mind being normal (and swallowing it all) one bit.  

 

 

 

Yellow Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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The Story of Lo Zu and the Dog Chasing its Own Tail (Another short Lo Zu tale)

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Lo Zu, after one of his frequent walks into the fields and wooded areas of nature, came walking into the village.  He stopped to rest for a while and leaned on his sinuous pole, his meandering cane; nearby, a small group of men, all of them sitting together, continued to repeatedly laugh hysterically.

Lo Zu realized that they were laughing at the fact that a nearby dog was repeatedly chasing its own tail.  Lo Zu continued to walk again and came closer to the men who were laughing.  He heard one of them say, “That dog is really ignorant!”  All of them, except Lo Zu, continued to laugh at the dog as it continued to chase its own tail.

Lo Zu turned to face the sitting men and said, “It is so easy to come to conclusions; conclusions that are wrong.”  Lo Zu further went on, “That dog could chase that cat that is a little way down the road, but cats can quickly scratch and the dog could easily get a gravely injured eye.   Likewise, the dog could chase after that man walking across the street.  However, the man could kick the dog or throw something at it, injuring it.  Instead, the dog takes the prudent approach and, for great exercise, chases its own tail.  A most intelligent animal!  I, myself, walk daily to the meadows and woods to enjoy the sweet butterflies and creatures; therefore I get quite a bit of exercise.  I see that dog exercising ‘most every day also.  Sometimes I see it chasing butterflies, which is also a very wise and safe form of exercising.  Exercising often is great intelligence.  I see you men sitting around here a lot each and every day.  Do any of you exercise?”

“Not really,” said one of the men.  (The men were no longer laughing.)

“I didn’t think so,” replied Lo Zu.  He further added, “The beginning of this doglike life always chases its own end; let the dog be your teacher.”

 

 

 

Black Swallowtail on Thistle Plant … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Beyond Limited

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Let’s pull some forever out of a hat
      mail a kind letter back to oneself
and sit again wisely where always sat

Allow tears to flow back into red eyes
      and dream again of flying as a child
beyond cold gravity… blue skies

 

 

 

Getting ready to fly… Male Clouded Sulpher Butterfly … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Oh, Lower Case “i”!…

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As Grover on Sesame Street
      — not that i ever watch it
      with our pet parrots —
      says:  “Oh, lower case “i,”
      you are so cute with your
      little dot!”
      Grover is right!  It is a 
      marvelous letter and helps
      to represent what i am
      (even though it really isn’t
      what i am whatsoever)!

 

Two Pearl Crescent Butterflies… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

 

 

 

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Lo Zu and the Truth… (another short Lo Zu tale)

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A number of young men and young women in Lo Zu’s village gathered around him
one day and one of them said, “Many people, even from other villages, say that
you are a great sage, a man of vast wisdom who carries the truth; please show us
how to carry the truth with us.”

After a considerable length of silence, Lo Zu stood up and said, “If you want the truth, follow me and do exactly what I say, but it will be a very arduous journey with many difficulties.” Then Lo Zu took his meandering cane and began walking, and all of the youth eagerly followed him, with excitement and expectation in their eyes.

He walked through a very large meadow, often bending down to examine the beautiful wildflowers and
insects (while deeply enjoying them). The youth all followed. Then he walked into a thick forest
containing many creeks harboring extremely slippery rocks. All of the youth were somewhat afraid,
but they continued to follow him. After a couple of hours, they came out of the forest
and began climbing a small mountain, all following Lo Zu carefully and diligently. When they
finally reached a very lofty height, Lo Zu stopped walking and began carefully placing large
rocks in each of the youths’ hands. As he placed the large rocks in the hands of each of the
young followers, he said, “These are very special, sacred stones of truth; please carry these back to the
village very carefully, without dropping any; please do not drop the truth.”

Each of the youth carried a number of stones. They followed Lo Zu down off of the mountain. They struggled on their way through the dark forest; it was very 
perilous and difficult with the weight of the stones making their journey all the more excruciating.  As they walked through the large meadow, back toward the
village, many of them were aching with pain from the tiresome journey and from the heavy weight of the stones (over time).

When they finally reached the village, Lo Zu told them to place the stones in a large pile. It was the end of the day, getting dark, and everyone was extremely exhausted (except for Lo Zu who did not carry any stones). Lo Zu asked them, then, to stand in a circle around the stones.  Then Lo Zu remarked to them all, “Here is the truth you worked so diligently for.  These stones are absolutely worthless.  They are not any different from any other stones that one can find. You believed in me, hoping for the truth to be handed to you.  Out of your confusion, you decided that I always held the truth (to give to you). Many people, out of confusion, choose high-ranking “others” to lead them to the truth; out of their confusion, they choose! They go to temples and ask the temple-keepers to give them the truth. What the temple-keepers generally give, however, is as useless as these rocks. Nevertheless, people blindly and devotedly adhere to what they say, just as you have done with me today. It is evening, and you may be disappointed to find that you have wasted your whole day. Do not feel too wronged by this. Many people have wasted their entire lives in carrying the worthless stones, burden, weighty images, and so-called sacred statues of others, and it isn’t evening at the end of it for them; it is the time of their death. They wasted not a day but their entire life, and the sacred eluded them.
Therefore, do not cling to any groups or authoritarian leaders who claim to give concrete methods toward the truth; instead,
find living truth within, without using taxing systems or time.
The first step and the last step are one.”

 

 

Magnificent Eastern Tailed Blue (in a meadow, of course!)… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Christianity and the Historical Christ

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My wife and i were at a relative’s funeral, a number of years ago, and my older cousin was in the church pew in front of us.  At the end of the mass, she turned around and said to me, “It’s too bad that you are a heathen.”  I did not reply anything back to her.  (By the way, i had undergone a profound Timeless/Enlightenment experience long before this occurred, though don’t just believe that; “experience,” by the way, is not a very good word to use for this; no word is sufficient.)

I have always been profoundly interested in spirituality and in the philosophical aspect of things all of my life.  I do not belong to any organized religion because, like separative countries, organized religions tend to divide people and (to a large extent) tend to be a form of tribalism which leads to conflict and war.  Though i am not one to put any credence or reliance into “belief” — since belief tends to be the crude result of a blind acceptance of presuppositions, conclusions, or group acceptances — i am very interested in investigating into truth and holistic order.  I probably had read the New Testament, by the way, many more times than my brazen cousin did.  Years ago, when i was quite younger, i hung around a lot with Professor David Bohm, talking one-on-one with him often about the deeper aspects of truth and reality.  David Bohm was a co-worker with Albert Einstein, by the way.  Einstein loved Bohm and called Bohm his “spiritual son.”  I’ll never forget the wonderful discussions that we had.

As far as the Bible goes, most biblical scholars agree that most of what was handed down over the years has been grossly distorted over time from what the historical Christ actually said (i.e., distorted by mistranslations and intentional, self-serving additions by others).   However, probably if one is truly wise, one can — to a large extent — tell the difference between the weeds and the wheat.

One of the many sections that i find interesting starts at Matthew 13:10:

Then the disciples came and asked him, “Why do you speak to them in parables?” He answered, “To you it has been given to know the secrets of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it has not been given. For to those who have, more will be given, and they will have an abundance; but from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away. The reason I speak to them in parables is that “seeing they do not perceive, and hearing they do not listen, nor do they understand. With them indeed is fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah that says:
‘You will indeed listen, but never understand,
and you will indeed look, but never perceive.
For this people’s heart has grown dull,
and their ears are hard of hearing,
and they have shut their eyes;
so that they might not look with their eyes,
and listen with their ears…'”.

So, here, in this alleged saying, Christ seems to be saying that he will be telling special things (or even secrets) to those that are close to him, who really care.  He also seems to be saying that the masses get parables but not the direct, significant, straight teachings.  As in ancient times, most people do not inquire into what such special teachings may have consisted of; most did not inquire into what such special messages were about.

The ancient Gospel of Thomas was discovered in an earthenware jar in 1945 in a desert by a poor farmer who was digging for fertilizer.  Additionally, Greek fragments of the gospel were found in ancient dump heaps.  The Greek fragments were an even earlier example than the 1945-discovered Coptic version, and were likely a more pristine version of the gospel (and likely are less distorted).   I hope someday that a full, early Greek version of Thomas is discovered!  Many prominent biblical scholars maintain that the Gospel of Thomas was written before any of the four (previously oral) gospels were written.  There is much evidence — and books have even been written on this — that the Gospel of John was written as a rebuttal to the Gospel of Thomas.  Ancient people who were appreciative of the Gospel of Thomas were all butchered and killed by the ancient Bishops and their followers, long after Thomas was written.  The Gospel of Thomas is not full of weird miracles and tons of parables but, instead, contains more direct, simple wisdom sayings and suggestions to look within (rather than to intermediary priests in temples).   Do you think that an early gospel  — though it was dearly accepted by many early in the history of all of this — would be tolerated by the self-appointed religious, orthodox “authorities” while it suggested that one look within, while it condemned the temple leaders?  The Pharisees, the strict, orthodox, temple-attending people at the time of Christ, were often referred to in a negative way in Thomas (and in some of the other new testament gospels).   Jesus was, at first, a follower of John the Baptist, who despised the “high-ranking” Pharisees and Sadducees, the religious leaders (of organized religion) in Israel at the time of Jesus; John got as far away from the temples as he could… (into wonderful, beautiful nature) to speak to the people, away from the orthodox priests/rabbis.  It was likely these religious leaders who had John the Baptist terminated, and it definitely was the leaders of organized religion who had Jesus killed (as well as, later on, all of the admirers of The Gospel of Thomas).   Do you know what they did with popular iconoclasts in the distant past?  They nailed some of them to dead trees; and, very possibly, if they became exceptionally popular, they twisted around and distorted what they had said to suit their own power-hungry ends.

Prelude and a few select sayings from the Gospel of Thomas:

 

 

 These are the hidden sayings that the living Yeshua spoke and Yehuda Toma the twin recorded. 
 
(1)
And he said, 
Whoever discovers what these sayings mean 
will not taste death.

(3)
Yeshua said,
If your leaders tell you, “Look, the kingdom is in heaven,”
then the birds of heaven will precede you.
If they say to you, “It’s in the sea,” 
then the fish will precede you.
But the kingdom is inside you and it is outside you.
When you know yourselves,  then you will be known,
and you will understand that you are children of the living father.
But if you do not know yourselves,
then you dwell in poverty and you are poverty.

Sayings 61, 62, 66, and 67: 

(61)
Yeshua said,
Two will rest on a couch. One will die, one will live.
 
Salome said,
Who are you, mister? You have climbed on my couch
and eaten from my table as if you are from someone. 
 
Yeshua said to her,
I am the one who comes from what is whole.
I was given from the things of my father.
 
Salome said,
I am your student.
 
Yeshua said,
I say, if you are whole,  you will be filled with light,
but if divided, you will be filled with darkness.

(62)
Yeshua said,
I disclose my mysteries to those who are worthy
of my mysteries. 
Do not let your left hand know
what your right hand is doing.

(66)
Yeshua said,
Show me the stone that the builders rejected.
That is the cornerstone.
 
(67)
Yeshua said,
One who knows all but lacks within
is utterly lacking.

(The aforementioned excerpts were taken from the Nag Hammadi Library Marvin Meyer Translation of Thomas.   http://gnosis.org/naghamm/gosthom-meyer.html

A good book to read, if you are really interested in this, is “The Five Gospels: What Did Jesus Really Say? The Search for the Authentic Words of Jesus” by Robert W. Funk.
However, I feel that what is most important is to not rely on past writings or sayings of others — especially rather antiquated ones — but, instead, to perceive freshly and find out for oneself (without dependence on organizations and handed-down beliefs).

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This is a male Snout Butterfly.   The males have four legs and a pair of unusable anterior legs; those unusable, anterior legs can be seen in the photograph.  The females have six usable legs.  

Male Snout Butterfly… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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I Cried When i Took This Picture… (2nd pic)

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There is no way that someone would “like” this heartbreaking blog posting, but please “like it” if you see the seriousness of it, the environmental implications of it.  

I, not long ago, posted some information from the Sierra Club, that i belong to, about Monarch Butterfly populations declining in North America since 1997.  The Midwestern United States has seen an 88% decline.  I also recently sent in a check to a Sierra Club supported drive to get Monarch Butterfly plate decals (which would help fund the Illinois Dept. of Natural Resources to support Monarch habitats).  However, nothing prepared me for the dismal discovery that i made while photographing insects in a wildflower field that was across a rural road from a farm cornfield.  I knew about how important Milkweed plants are for Monarch caterpillars, and when i’ve been out photographing lately, i’ve been curious about the Milkweed plants.  I’ve been seeing Milkweed plants that were eaten and chewed up… but no caterpillars.  Then, one day, while in the wildflower field across from a cornfield, i saw some Milkweed plants.  One Milkweed Plant was chewed up, and when i lifted a few leaves to get a closer look…  a very — and unnaturally — dead caterpillar is what was seen (i.e., the second photograph).  When i was young, corn often had a few grubs or insects around the silk end, and that little part was simply chopped off.  These days, there are never such “intruders”; heaven forbid!  People would vehemently complain!  However, the pesticides — these over-kill overly potent pesticides — you can be sure, are residually still there and are far more precarious and unhealthy than the little pests.  Little wonder why Europe doesn’t even want to get U.S. pesticide riddled corn/soy.  Additionally, another factor:  A recent study by Bret Elderd and Matthew Faldyn from Louisiana State University suggest climate change can alter the chemical composition of Milkweed making it poisonous to Monarchs.   The increase in temperatures — due to global warming — causes Milkweed plants to be stressed and produce more toxins, toxins which then become deadly to the very Monarch caterpillars that they had protected.  There are tons of people out there, unfortunately, who ignorantly deny man’s role in climate change and who do little or nothing to help change things for the better.  Sad and immoral!  

All the factors involved with this are far too vast for me to go into.  For one thing, we need to reduce our human population; in other words, keep it at more reasonable levels, live more environmentally conscious, and grow food in more organic and considerate ways.  Too few are talking seriously about any of this and it is unlikely that things will change any time soon.  The bees, too, are dwindling, and many realize that when they go, we go.

The poor Monarchs are yet another unfortunate, beautiful species harmed by man.  

 

 

Monarch Butterfly in a Wildflower Field… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

Monarch Caterpillar dead 40 feet from a nearby cornfield… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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The Trashcan of the Mind

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A trashcan that is full of leftovers and rubbish cannot receive something precious, such as a priceless treasure.  We hold so much information, filling us, satiating us to the brim, and we think we are doing just wonderfully; however, the world is not, for the most part, better off because of it.  It is important to think a lot and to think in ways that are significant and that have profound meaning; too many of us, however, habitually think all kinds of needless things over and over, repetitiously.  There can be an intelligence of silence that exists beyond mere repetitious words/symbols.  This silence involves an emptiness that penetrates and that is full of life.  To be empty — truly empty — is the action of true humility.  That true humility brings about real order and the purity of “harmonious action.”  It is no longer filled with secondhand beliefs, opinions, primitive perspectives, and dead traditions; it is whole, unsullied, and pristine beyond the rubbish of propaganda and learned distortion. 

If procedures and systems involving time are needed to (supposedly) empty the mind, that is questionable; because the “cleaner/eraser (i.e., the one supposedly doing the emptying)” and the contents to be emptied are (psychologically) one and the same.  When one is engaged in such attempts at emptying, a false conflict often ensues.  One cannot, via some concocted will, make the mind empty.  With intelligent, uncalculated perception, however, there is a possibility that a timeless emptiness can exist without illusory effort.  That timeless emptiness, if it really is timeless emptiness, is what perceives beyond distortion and secondhand rubbish.  Such perception is beyond tainting, beyond corruption, beyond habitual (sequential) repetition, beyond ugly, robotic manipulation.  Such perception is a danger to all that is false.  

 

 

Monarch Butterfly on Coneflower… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

 

 

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Beauty Needs No Reason

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Beauty needs no reason
like bourgeois businessmen do
who strut with the deepest frowns
competitively struggling for what
beauty is not

The faceofthewings(lookclose
ly)has eyes
a dimple and a smile
That smile transcends
sorrow  

 

 

 

[Note:  Do you see the “Smiling Face” in the Swallowtail’s wings?]

The Face on the Wings of a Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Especially I Just Want to Breathe

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Especially i just want to breathe
     when air is getting dirtier
Especially i just want to see
     when the world’s views are getting cloudier
Especially i just want to hear
     when so few are really listening
Especially i want to smell
     when so many just pass the flowers by
Especially i want to feel
     when many are just indifferent
And most especially i want to live
     beyond a cadaverous respectful comfort

 

 

Question Mark Butterfly, and why not? Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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How many legs do you really have?… another short Lo Zu Tale…

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As a young student was walking by, Lo Zu asked, “How many legs do you have?” 
The young student replied, “Two!”
Then Lo Zu remarked, “That is a shame.”

Many weeks later, the same young student observed Lo Zu and asked,
“Why is it that you often bend down and focus upon the insects and spiders?”
After some silence, the great sage answered,  “What you think you are, you are not… and what appears to be what you are not, you are.  For instance, when an ant is looked at, a deep perception consists of six legs.  When a spider is examined, a great perception consists of eight legs.  When butterflies are seen, a deep perception embodies wings, and when bees are observed, there is diligence and responsibility.
There is no “I” or “me” regarding this, since both are merely empty, delusive, learned abstractions.
Therefore, this does not involve mere identification; it is much deeper than that!
Most people merely 
see things with lazy eyes of delusion and separation.”
“I don’t quite understand,” said the student.
With a tender smile, Lo Zu warmly replied, “That is OK; maybe someday you will understand and no
longer be
just another one of the two-leggers.”  

 

 

Eastern Tailed Blue Butterfly … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Space

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Few of us, so very few of us, have deep, immeasurable space within (and “as”) the mind.  Most minds are endlessly chattering about one thing or another, filled with series after series of limited thoughts (which are merely symbols), images, fears, opinions, musical tunes, and past experiences.  Most minds are satisfied with remaining cluttered by what was poured into them.  Most go from one series of reacting thoughts and repetitive reconfigurations to another… endlessly.  Being satisfied with that is the norm, and that leads to depression, melancholiness, and division.

This space — of thought — which most people adhere to, and consist of, is of limitation.  It is the small space of fragmentary symbols, which thoughts actually are.  It is the little space between “self” and “other life forms.”  It is the fallacious space between a supposed “me” and the so-called distant thoughts that it allegedly controls.   It is the space between the past and the future.  It is the space between “us” and “them.”  It is the little space of sorrow.

Remain plastered there, if you wish.  However, it may be most prudent to intelligently consider going beyond the norm.  Will going beyond the norm necessitate more methodologies (from the stale past of the old teachers and religious/philosophical/political leaders)?  Will going beyond the norm require following certain patterns in time, as in the ways we have merely functioned in throughout the past?  Surely not!  Love cannot exist deeply and profoundly if limited patterns and limited space crowd the mind.  It is the mind that is full of walls of separation and limitation that is the prejudiced mind, the hating mind, the callous and uncaring mind.  Love cannot enter what is limited, fragmented, contaminated, and “unwhole.”  

 

Perpetuity… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Mostly Made of Would

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Little Miss Could
promised to marry Should
They’d live in a sweet fancy house
mostly made of would

But then she met Why
with a special twinkle in his eye
He visited her ‘most every day
and often made her pie

When Should found out
he began to scream and shout
He demanded that all the pies be trashed
and that instead she eat sauerkraut

Miss Could began to cry
she threw a gigantic pie
It flew in Should’s round pretension
hitting him squarely in the “I”

Mr. Why married Miss Could
right there in the neighborhood
and he baked her plenty of pies
just as she felt he wood

 

 

Tiger Swallowtail (i.e., Mrs. Why, stuffed from eating pies!)… Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018

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Real Love

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Real love can’t be reasoned

        can’t be measured

                        can’t be sold

                        and doesn’t give a damn

              about having tons of $

or a stinking pot of gold

 

Genuine wisdom isn’t pompous

        isn’t pigheaded

                        isn’t forlorn sorrow

                        and won’t ever bring ecstatic truth

        eternal perception and blissful joy

if seriousness is 4 2morrow

 

 

Alfalfa Sulfur Butterflies (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Alfalfa Sulfur Butterflies (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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True Simplicity

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Most of us each look with psychological space between a posited “I” and what that “I” — which is actually manufactured — supposedly sees from a distance.   Even when a psychological fear takes place, we each tend to see it from a distance, as what each one of us “has,” rather than seeing it as what we actually are.   (This psychological distance exudes a false sense of control.)  However, if that central “I” is spurious, is mentally manufactured and not really central… and is essentially a projection of the thought process, then erroneous perception is taking place.  An illusory “I” often may necessitate a concomitant illusory (psychological distance).  The absence of a central “I” helps to curtail unnecessary psychological distance.   

We are also separated by organized (concocted) religions, countries, cultural groups, rigid beliefs, systems, and prejudices… many of which we are willing to fight and die over.

Very few of us are truly simple (in an intelligent way) beyond the absorbed conflict, rifts, and illusory boundaries and spaces that were provided by way of direct or indirect indoctrination.  The wise mind that transcends the very crass and illusory notion of a central “I” or “me” will live among many who habitually cling to absorbed images of a central self.  Such a wise mind usually must function in a vast population of delusion and falsities.   It may be that the very essence of those habitually expressing unnecessary psychological space consists of duplicity and inaccuracy.  Deep compassion and profound holistic relationship occur not a moment sooner than when (psychologically) the limited “I” is wisely and fully transcended.   When the limited “I” is wisely and fully transcended, needless separation and wasteful conflict end. 

 

 

Snout Butterfly (Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Many dead from the heart up…

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We exist in a world society that largely operates with a very amoral morality.  It’s a society where ruthless competition is so hammered into people that many do it without question.  It’s a society where it is largely accepted to destroy large parts of nature with chemicals, abuse, polluting fuels, and endless cement.  It is a society where little is said or felt about human population control (as humans, as a species, are taking way more than their fair share quantitatively/environmentally).  It’s a society where separation and division are often encouraged and reinforced.  It’s a society where it’s easy to fit in (and be accepted) if one is indifferent, barbarous, and manipulating.  It’s a society where, for example, one is often accepted and congratulated while one claims to love nature, all the while frequently flying long distances in fossil-fuel (very polluting) aircraft from continent to continent to take pictures of animals and plant life… although they are all are being choked off by pollutants and fumes.  Of course, there are some who are truly sympathetic and good (even in a society that, for the most part, is of corruption and chaos).  Many more are living in tiny houses, recycling, staying local, reproducing less, intentionally using less, using alternative energy, and are truly doing more to make a difference.

To really find out what happens at death, one must, first and foremost, understand life/living.  One isn’t, however, even actually living if one is a cadaverous clone of stale traditions and secondhand (accepted) suppositions.  Most were not encouraged to doubt, to question.  However, intelligent doubting and sensitive questioning may help an individual bloom beyond rigid, rigor mortis states.  Many end up being buried six feet down even though they were never fully alive in the first place, unfortunately.  To go through life merely reacting (from what was poured into one) may not be real living whatsoever.  Too many assume that they are actually alive.  It may be that if genuine enlightenment would ever happen to you, as a visitation by that sacred immeasurability, you would definitely realize that we truly live in the land of the dead.  Do not ever merely accept what i say or write.  Find out for yourself.  Please do not be like dead clay.

 

 

 

Buckeye Butterfly (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Buckeye Butterfly (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mr. No-One and the Universe

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Squeak and Meek each went to take a peek

   and what they saw was delectably ever so sleek

It buttery flowed meltedly through slippery slopes

   and was spattered in sections beyond blind people’s hopes

 

Roly and Poly barrelled into town

   they joined the loud circus and smiley jolly clown

They circled around the rainbowed ice cream shop

   and drove to the intersection then came to a stop

 

Itchy and Stichy yelled into a huge microphone

   and no one heard them since no one was home

And the tree in the forest down with a loud crashing sound

   while the universe sure heard it because the universe was around

 

Skipper and Scatter burst onto the scene

   to become part of this skinny poem and the pickings are lean

What do you expect at this hungry time of day

   like some scrumptious corn on the cob in a splendid flowery kind of way?

 

 

 

Silver-spotted Skipper (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Silver-spotted Skipper (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

 

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Pristine Perception

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Pristine perception is beyond the limited; if it is very limited, it is not pristine perception.  Such perception goes beyond the fragmented, limited labels that people assign to things.  Such labels, however “accurate” they may seem, are always partial, circumscribed, and merely symbolic.  Symbols are not actualities.  The word “water” isn’t wet.  Their essence may hold aspects of reality, but they may not be of actual truth whatsoever.  Mostpeople cling to symbols and sequential conceptual terms; without them, they (i.e., mostpeople) are lost.  Wisdom goes beyond this, and what is sees is far from ordinary. 

Depression and melancholiness, worldwide, are rampant in people these days.  A lot of the problem deals with the fact that they were primarily educated to merely exist and remain as symbolic thought (and all thought is merely symbolic).  Being one symbol after another, in sequence, creates an atmosphere that can, indeed, be depressed or of melancholiness.  Even when many chase after exciting experiences, these experiences are usually seen through (or “as”) a screen of symbolic interpretation and label-oriented imagery; then, it ends up being an extension of more and more symbols, which are intrinsically not what is fundamentally whole and pristine.  It is very easy to get lost because of poor education.  It is not so easy to perceive the danger of the false and go beyond it.

 

 

 

Mating Monarchs (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Mating Monarchs (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Love

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A lot of people use the word love.  Popular songs, needless to say, are riddled with the word.  It is a word that is so easily dished out; however, its profound depth of meaning may have been long neglected or absent in human culture.  If love, for an individual, is tied to self-interest, or motive, it is likely not actually deep love; then, in such very numerous cases, it is involved with (or “is”) desire.  If self-motive is involved, then it usually is mere desire, relish, and craving.  Deep love is not what is mere desire or what involves self-motive.  If one says one loves one’s nation or immediate family, for instance, but does not deeply care for all humanity and all forms of life as a whole… then that so-called love may just be a form of self-gratification or motive for security (out of fear). 

Profound love goes far beyond mere sensation, far beyond mere gratification from stimuli.  A merely greedy, avaricious mind cannot be of it.  It may be that few people (on this little globe) truly have love.  It may be a rare jewel that one cannot cultivate or exploit.  Like humility, one cannot program it to occur or make it happen; additionally, one “of it” would not “know” that one is imbued with what it is.  Though it cannot merely be cultivated or manufactured, it may occur in a very perceptive mind that is deeply aware of internal and external relationship.  Most, unfortunately, perceive with (and “as”) separation; this negates love via innumerable limited psychological walls and barriers.   Does one really love another, or is it an image (or set of images) that one’s set of internal images are associated with and fixated upon?  Is — in the mind — one set of images that cling to another set of images what profound love is?  What is limited, self-centered, and small cannot — by natural law — deeply be in harmony with the whole.  The limited (mind) will cause conflict (internally and externally), friction, wars, turmoil, pollution, and suffering.  In awareness that is not the product of the separative images and patterns that others cling to in limitation, the free mind is of an untethered vastness that largely transcends what causes suffering, friction, and prejudice.  Such a mind has no borders and, therefore, love is possible.

 

 

Mating Butterfly (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Mating Butterfly (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Once upon an if

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Once upon an if

                    possibilities happened

among all probabilities

                    entwined in dull securities

 

Twice upon a flower

                    within vase and water

away from fellow meadow bloomers

                    close to drunken baby boomers

 

Thrice upon a never

                    love’s blanket enfolds all

unknownst to feigning pretenders 

                    beyond the cruel offenders

 

Countless upon an always

                    far from cold pugnacity

joyful in sublimity

                    splendid in divinity

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eternalfountainofyouth.com

Countless Upon an Always (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Countless Upon an Always (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Countless Upon an Always (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

Countless Upon an Always (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2017

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Comparison and Imitation dull the Mind…

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Comparing yourself to others is a two-fold process that usually involves measurement and techniques (involving duality) that are superfluous (and that may very well dull the mind).  If many are immersed in dull habits, superficial behaviors, and limited perspectives, comparing yourself with them and then emulating them may, indeed, tend to make the mind act (i.e., react) similarly.  Indifference, seen as normal and ordinary, easily breeds more indifference.  A unique person, beyond all the lemmings, perceives beyond mere comparison and imitation; such a person is more inherently free (than those who merely absorb, internalize, swallow, and imitate the behaviors of others).  Those who lazily internalize all of society’s values and traditions are not free (though they may, as a reaction, insist that they are); they are secondhand shadows of antiquated authority, old habits, and primitive patterns of the past.  It’s easy to be secondhand.  Then you don’t have to think or feel.

Very many compare, imitate, copy, fit in, get comfortable, stagnate, presuppose things that were poured into them, and do not ask deep questions.  Why?  The man or woman who truly goes beyond all of this may not merely be some dishonest, mischievous rogue, but (rather) may be a profoundly insightful, majestic, free, independent, and truly compassionate person.  True compassion, true order, has little to do with following old authority, following stale customs, or following dead rules.  Real order isn’t what merely occurs from comparing oneself to others and imitating others; real order comes from that timeless (i.e., eternal) action that is not mere reaction.  

Away from the crowd. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Away from the crowd. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Away from the crowd. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Away from the crowd. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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The Honest Poem

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The honest poem,beyond all the mumbo jumbo,

          in a purgative way,tersely flushes out the detritus of words

exposing them for what they really are…

          fractional representations that are inherently second-hand

 

The genuine poem,beyond all the gibberish and hogwash,

          in a laxative way,wisely purges out the putrid,stale simulations

suggesting to,instead of dwelling in mere crappy accounts,

          go and holistically perceive as if for the first time

Butterfly Flight (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Butterfly Flight (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Butterfly Flight (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2016

Butterfly Flight (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c.2016

 

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Meditation and Un

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Upon which this once became a twice

and twice became trillions

because why not and many so between

floating eternally silently divine

 

Happily nothing within when’s nowhere

devoid of stale musts rotten shoulds

placid endlessly wondering alive always

beyond savage ugly and hurtful war

 one little how. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

one little how. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 one little how. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

one little how. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

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Order of the mind…

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Order of the mind is a sane, truly intelligent person’s responsibility.  Real order involves integrity and purity.  How can the mind remain pure if it is merely sullied by the old-fangled values and archaic systems of the past?  One must have a clear, untarnished mind.  For that to occur, it may be that one’s mind must be open, young, and beyond mere influence.  Only profound silence beyond old systems and methods can do that.  That means not merely depending on others.  That means not merely depending on inner thoughts… that were likely implanted in one by (and “as”) others.  That means not merely depending upon time.  (Psychological and so-called spiritual methodologies — dreamed up by man — stem from the past and require time.)  Timelessness involves existing beyond one’s inner conditioning (a conditioning that is the accumulation and extension of the old patterns of others).  Most of us habitually depend upon others; most of us are afraid to stand empty, alone, and open.  “Standing alone” goes beyond psychological security and imitation.  Many go through life imitating and copying; fear has a lot to do with it.   For many, it is far easier to copy others and “go through the motions,” rather than to independently perceive and think for themselves.  (And their so-called leaders are often mentally unsound.)  Too many of us are second-hand human beings.

Real perception, empathy, and compassion, emanates from a superb, selfless mind that is beyond mere imitation and dependence.  Real compassion comes from the heart; it does not emerge from a robotic mind that merely imitates and follows orders.  In real compassion comes real action (not just reaction).  Reaction belongs to imitating, conditioning, and second-hand minds (many of whom are indifferent and puppet-like).

Red-Spotted Purple (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Red-Spotted Purple (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Red-Spotted Purple (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Red-Spotted Purple (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Butterfly Poesy…

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What is oneself?

          Is one a vibrant, compassionate movement involving wholeness and integrity?

Or is one a fractional collage of mundane symbols,

          stale ideas, and bourgeois reactions?

 

Is one a radiant, superb dynamic that exists as freshness and real change?…

          Or is one a secondhand repeater of stagnant thoughts

and antiquated ideas?

 

Is one free like a splendid, magnificent butterfly?…

          Or is one a jaded prisoner of static miseducation

and barbaric, indoctrinated values?

 

The listless chrysalis always bursts into gliding

           if it leaves the secure confinement

of its own limited space.

Female Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Female Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Female Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Female Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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On atheism and beyond…

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If you play the lotto, here in one of the U.S. areas, for around (approximately) 500 times — on 500 separate occasions, or so — and do not win… you need not automatically assume that the prize money doesn’t exist (and never existed for anyone, ever).  It is easy to come to conclusions about things without ever having had deeply explored, without ever having seriously enquired.  One might ask, “Well, why doesn’t God, if he exists, help us more… reveal himself to us more?”  Of course, the aforementioned question is full of loaded, anthropomorphic assumptions.  The natural world is natural because it is not interfered with much; if it was frequently interfered with, it would cease to be natural.  Period.  The sacred, however, may be what blossoms naturally if one is serious and if perception beyond the distorted occurs.   Perhaps the sacred does indirectly reveal itself (somewhat), naturally, through (and “as”) the movements the wise.  Perhaps the sacred directly reveals itself to those few who are truly wise.   It does not reveal itself by way of  mere reactions of the conditioned and indoctrinated.  (Many — filled with self-delusion — may think that they are wise and may try propagandizing or selling their version of the sacred to others, but what they are distributing or selling is almost inevitably some form of conditioning, symbols, and methodology that they have absorbed from others.)  What is truly sacred cannot merely be directly told or shared in words or writing; it may visit one, and (as was suggested) one may be directly aware of it as it is visiting, but that awareness cannot merely be shared (adequately) in writing or through mere symbolic words.  The sacred is too vast and immeasurable to merely be fully shared via limited words and symbols.  The sacred, in actuality, may be of tremendous order and integrity; merely projecting images or conclusions about it from a field that consists of conditioning and disorder may have very little value.  It is never what can merely be possessed or held.  Real love is like that.  It is a passion that is like a beautiful spring rain and it dries up if one merely tries to pigeonhole it, propagandize it, or use if for the self alone.  

Conjecture has no place here; you either discover something or intelligently investigate (without forming an opinion)… or (as so many do) you “believe that God exists” or “do not believe that God exists.”  Belief and disbelief are — despite the protests of many — fundamentally the same thing; with both, opinions, conclusions, and symbolic thinking are involved.  Formation of an opinion on incomplete evidence is naive and constrained.  Direct, untainted, intelligent observation is another matter, and there are (fortunately) ways to test whether it was indeed legitimate or merely fallacious.   Most of us are symbols, measurements, and images about energy; very few of us were ever in communion with the actual, unadulterated, limitless, timeless, immeasurable energy… pure, orderly, and pristine, pouring through one’s empty vessel.   That energy has its own intrinsic intelligence beyond the superficial limitations and boundaries of time.  

Exploring. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Exploring. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Tiny Houses Are Getting Popular!…

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Let us keep things small and simple and be excellent parents, and let’s make our house accessible to easy landings.  

                Let us hire little, though vigilant, Hackberry butterfly guards to alert us to any imminent dangers.

Let us not pontificate over nature with many fossil-fueled vacations and selfish excursions. 

                Let us go green locally as a new way of being (which transcends indifference).

We cannot renounce nature’s fragility;

                we are part of it.

Of Butterflies on Birdhouses. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Of Butterflies on Birdhouses. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Tiny Houses Rock! Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Tiny Houses Rock! Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Butterfly Answers

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Wherefore we alight upon these mineraled grounds

                    far from the dainty blossoming stores

with their nectar prizes all too pure and sugary seeded?

 

To extract something tangible and something intangible

                    must occur together as a unified whole

in and out of the recurrent clockwork of time that was needed.

The Cabbage Butterfly Club. Video by Thomas Peace c. 2016

The Cabbage Butterfly Club. Video by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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The Ubiquitous Chord of Everything…

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The ubiquitous ChordofEverything

           u

                 n

                     f

                          o

                       l

                 d

                   Ed to play parts of itself in          s

                                                                    e

                                                       l

                                         a

                            c

              s 

Some facets(of the music relayed)turned out to be dancing and whales

 

Also,the ensemble included 

       yew and eye

gliding butterfly beauties and malodorous turds

and the insightful sagacity of existing beyond merely symbolic words

 yew and eye. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

yew and eye. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

 

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Separation, experience, and time…

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We’ve said this before, and we’ll say it again.  Those who are psychologically separated from others — and this goes far beyond merely the human species — are also, by the very intrinsic nature of things, separated in time… with the past being separate from the future for them.  Additionally, for example,  a mind that thinks that it is separate from the fears that it “has” is divorced from accurate relationship and is married to distortion.  A mind that accepts the distortion of society, with all of its inherited, primitive fragmentation, perceives (and exists “as”) that distortion and fragmentation.

A very wise mind, interestingly enough, by truly transgressing separation and going beyond it (though this sounds rather strange), is capable of going beyond time.  Time, and all of the parameters involved in it and with it, inherently depends upon various degrees of separation and friction.  An immature mind exclusively depends upon time and time’s modus operandi: experience.  Experience is, of course, very necessary and part of integral being.  However, merely being dependent on experience — and all experience is based on separation and movement from the past to the future — is (despite what the so-called normal establishment thinks) not the only way.  A mind that is not adulterated with mere knowledge, mere abstractions, mere piecemeal approaches (and all those standard ways and methods that man has clung to for millennia) may possibly be of the intelligence to go beyond the limitation of all this. 

Trying to deny experience, or employing various methods and practices to go beyond it, is not prudent.  Trying to go beyond mundane experience (by effort and various methods), in order to get some kind of supposed enlightenment or transcendental transformation, is likely the result of some superficial motives involving crude greed and acquisition.  Instead, simply effortlessly be the experiences as they occur; perceive them deeply without mere conflict, fragmentation, desires, judgments, and ulterior motivations interfering.  Then, perhaps, the mind will naturally flower without any selfish motivation, self-imposed direction, or contrived pattern; then, perhaps, it will not merely be molded by (and “as”) the belief systems of others.  (In this natural flowering, experience may evolve and change into something else; but not by merely practicing something to make it happen… not by forcing things to happen via calculation and manipulation.)

Heaven, to people who have been conditioned by others, can be some learned, rather dead, and absorbed abstraction about the future.  (But it is really just the old, rather dead, musty, learned past, as an image or images, projected into what the future may be.)  Symbols (existing exclusively as mental images) — and all thoughts are symbolic — cannot be (or run parallel to) profound living,  cannot be beyond what is caught in the net of time.  (Time and conditioning go hand in hand; time is, by its very nature, conditioned.) To really come upon the timeless, the sacred, the mind cannot merely be full of contaminated, symbolic images implanted by others; to really come upon that vast order, the mind itself must be clear and not tarnished by the hand of others.  Such a mind must be extremely orderly and perceptive beyond being shaped and molded (as so many countless are).  Very few are passionate enough regarding this.

Nectar hunting. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Nectar hunting. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Hoping your “New Year” is Happy and Healthy!

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*** Hoping your “new year” (though there is really nothing all that new about it) is full of true joy and enchanting wonder!  Don’t make any “New Year Resolutions.”  Go beyond (dead and stagnant) ideals and just wisely watch what takes place from moment to moment (without learned separation and without mere self-imposed patterns that are likely rather stiff and cadaverous). ***

Sprouting mushrooms in the forest
symbiotic with the trees
conveying more than mind projections
sharing nutrients in simple ease

In the meadow spins the spider
painting webs with splendid grace
silver fish swim as pulsing power
lilacs shoot smiles to nature’s face

Insect wings beat through the garden
crickets chirp a cheery song
trickling rain drops from the thunder
gurgling swift stream moves along

In the whispering of the answer
wisdom shares her answer soon
beyond all of thought separations
is truth’s harmonizing of the tune

Insect wings (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Insect wings (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Insect wings (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Insect wings (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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Thinking about oneself, one saw what one was taught…

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Things in the universe, though they may seem to be separate and very different, may all be reflections of a larger whole.  However, most of us were educated to perceive via fragmentation.  Even most of the top scientists of the world currently tend to dissect things and look more at the parts…  not so much at the whole.  The mind can intelligently perceive without merely seeing via standard patterns and images (that were instilled within it, formulating its constitution).  For many of us, even self-images consist of fragmentary concepts and images that were accumulated from learned paradigms.  Even when we look inwardly, we see fragmentarily… we see learned symbols/images.  Undoubtedly, there would be less wars and less indifference towards nature if more of us would go beyond the norm and perceive more holistically.  The right arm will not robotically wage war against (and try to vanquish) the left arm if it clearly sees the reality of the whole.

True independence is going beyond conditioning; it is going beyond the dependence upon old patterns and systems that were implanted by others (who absorbed and became them themselves).  If one remains in circumscribed patterns, one can’t go far; and, interestingly, such a “farness” is beyond distance and separation.  

Perpetuity (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Perpetuity (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 Perpetuity (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Perpetuity (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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The substantial… (Multi-Photo)

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If one cares to understand the entirety (i.e., the completeness) of the universe as a whole, then one must essentially be complete in oneself.  One can’t be complete in oneself if one merely perceives fragmentarily, with conflict, separation, and with mere conceptual images that were learned.   So many try to spread their conceptual images of what they themselves absorbed (in terms of what they believe wisdom and truth to be).  However, truth is never secondhand, and it is never what one merely rearranged or calculated from what one absorbed from others.  Too many (online and in books) try to point the way to truth, when — throughout their entire life — enlightenment never occurred.  Many merely share what they were brainwashed with (or “as”), which isn’t (usually) real substantial sharing at all.  When the blind lead the blind, both eventually end up in the ditch.   Writing about facts and about certain basic things like “love for others” or about “love of life and all of life’s creatures” is good (from others) and admirable; however, when they go beyond that and spill into delicate philosophical areas, without having gone beyond secondhand concepts or realizations, that is something else.  

Profound truth is never secondhand, nor a free ride; you have to do the work.  Don’t adhere to what anyone says about what the truth is; discard all leaders, gurus, sages, religious cults, and all those popular lemming groups.  Find out for yourself.  If you don’t find out for yourself, then what is discovered will (more than likely) largely be conceptual or rehashed… which is no substantial discovery whatsoever.  

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In the pink. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

In the pink. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Not In the pink. (Digital Charcoal). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Not In the pink. (Digital Charcoal). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

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We are… (Multi-Photo)

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We are the mountains

We are the golden sun

We are the butterflies

We are the stirring spoon

We are the bird’s song

We are the turning key

We are the churning thoughts

We are the thunderstorms

We are the wars of lies

We are the poetry lines

We are the rocking chairs

We are the light through the forest down the lane

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We are the butterflies. (1)  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

We are the butterflies. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

We are the butterflies. (2)  Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

We are the butterflies. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 

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We must grow… (Multi-Photo)

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we think we’re modern

but we’re not

we’re rather primitive and unrefined

and all the pundits in our world

don’t understand space and time

 

we think we’re free

but we’re not

our causes are all effects

and all the reactions that we’ll retake

are what spacetime already expects

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 Pearl Crescent Butterfly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Pearl Crescent Butterfly. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

 Pearl Crescent Butterfly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015

Pearl Crescent Butterfly. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2015