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. The beauty and sacredness that exists beyond this clockwork universe can visit you, but only if you are silent, innocent, and compassionate.
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. If you systematize your life into bundles of practices and methodologies… you — despite thinking that you are vibrant — are likely mechanical and robotic.
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. [Below is an Ambush Bug (Assassin Bug); they are “sit-and-wait” predators that eat other insects, including bees, flies, butterflies and moths. They often attack insects much larger than themselves.]
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. Keen wisdom/deep awareness is far from what infants are capable of… though deep, intrinsic innocence (such as the kind that the very young have) is necessary. Compassion involves (and comes from) growing.
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. Words and mental images, being mere symbolic representations, cannot take you to the zenith of understanding. What is limited can only go to a limited degree/extent.
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. Eastern Yellow Jackets:
They prey on insects and spiders. Their underground, globular paper nests, usually built in abandoned rodent burrows (it is said)… may contain as many as 5,000 workers and one queen. The ones which I photographed were expanding their underground breeding chambers; you can see two of them each diligently carrying a huge clump of moist dirt! [Double left click on the photo to get a closer look; hit left return arrow to return.] I was precariously close — they deliver a vicious sting — but I used to keep bees… and all went well! One could see that they were definitely aware of my presence; some were hovering next to my head, keeping a close eye on me. I moved slowly and they allowed me to get rather close to their “woman cave.”
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. The hubbub of a disturbed and constantly chattering mind is incapable of being the calmness of the millpond that can reflect the truly orderly, the truly sacred.
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. Robber Fly:
Adults prey on wasps, bees, flies, and even larger insects such as dragonflies. They seize prey while “on the fly” with their spiny, grasping legs… and pierce the body with their stout mouthparts. They have very good eyesight.
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. Hate is psychological separation — as ignorance — reacting. Without separation, hate cannot be.
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. Blue Mud Daubers consume nectar and spiders. They will even deliberately land in a spider’s web to lure it out… and then capture and sting it without becoming entrapped by the webbing.
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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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