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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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. 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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. 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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. They don’t have recycling in our (rural) area… but we take all of our recyclable plastics to Walmart; they graciously take recyclable plastics. All that you have to do is rinse out the remaining contents with water prior to taking them. Alternatively, like so many these days, you can ungraciously drink and drive and spew the empty containers all over mother earth (leaving a lasting trail of your crudity).
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