here lies heavenFirst off, before we start, I have no interest at all in convincing you of anything. I have no motivation to what I speak about, other than to relate in words, which in themselves communicate nothing other than symbols, what I have come to see through a highly arduous path, of the nature of a human life. If what I see sits in disagreement with what you see, I would ask not that you cast my words aside, not that you tear down this signpost without taking one footstep in the direction being pointed towards, but that you question if the signposts you carry are your own. Is the security and understanding of your life you carry something you have found for and by yourself? If the answer is not, I ask you, what value can they have for your understanding of your life? What value is there to ever be found in living in the shadows of another man’s understanding? And for once, and if you can, I ask that you question the ground of your supposed security, which are the whisperings of another man’s pointing, religiously, politically, ideologically, medically, then question this man’s too, for he seeks to convince you of nothing at all. He seeks nothing from you. So why does he write? He writes because he has seen something, he sees something, and what he sees can never be claimed as his own. What is seen, and seen clearly, is true and ubiquitous to all, and so never a ground for conflict, and so the ending of all disagreements, conflict and war, which is the life and misery of mankind. Which is the life of every one of us. There are four sides to every human life. Four components which when working in harmony provide access to a life of beauty and understanding beyond all measurement. Mind, body, heart and soul. Keep in mind I am trying to convince you of nothing. And I am painting on a canvas to represent a view which lies beyond the canvas. I am not interested in followers or in popularity. On the contrary, I find such attitudes distasteful. I am interested in the despairing of this world and in the dawning realisations of its lack of substance of any offering from every direction. I am interested in those empty inside who would seek to fill their emptiness with true meaning. Mind. Mind as we meet it is a conditioned, programmed, limited, divisive and conflicted thing. Mind is a stream of words and images, a movement in time, travelling from past incompletion, seeking greater completion in a conceptual future which arises from the same movement, from the past, and so is a modified continuity of what has been. Mind is identity, name and achievements, attachments and accumulations. Mind is fear and desire, the incessant seeking of pleasure and the carrying of pain. Mind is what we predominately live as. We look at ourselves as a 'mind within a body'. This is false and highly incomplete vision. Mind and body are inseparable. Mind is movement within body, as blood is movement within body. Thought is movement between the memory cells of the brain, a movement of knowledge, a movement of past recordings seeking continuity in a future conception passing through the present moment in a line of unbroken continuity. Finding security by repetition and growth in time. Growth and continuity of what has been identified with, attached to and believed in. Growth and continuity of the past. And so human consciousness, which is the same movement in each of us, is the dividing factor in the lives of mankind. No one has the same past. No one seeks the same future. One man seeks the continuity of his status and power, another seeks the continuity of being American, another Russian, one a Jew and one a Muslim. And so the human mind, identical in nature, differing in content based on past remembrances, as no one carries the same past, is the inward movement of destruction never departing from the sorrow filled lives of mankind. There is no such thing as an 'individual' in this world, we are all the same, the 'individuality' is found in the content, not the structure of our mind. Divided as this is, we are all of us responsible for this mad, power driven brutal world we live in. There is no division between the inner nature of mind and the outer manifestation of society. Mind, has built society. The human body is a manifestation of life. The human body is the home to mind. Mind is a material thing, as the human body is a material thing, without memory the mind would cease to exist and memory arises from the memory cells of the human brain. Mind is material. There is nothing spiritual in activity or nature of the human mind. This is a societal manifestation, a central computerised like existence within the brain, an automatic programmed limitation to meeting life freely without bias, prejudice or self-interest. We believe we are free when we are free to act, we have never realised that which is free to act, the human mind, is not, in nature, free. Chained, yet free to move within the limitation of those chains, can hardly be considered freedom. The human body has its own rhythms, its own order. Related to brain activity, but not related to mind. No one has to think to beat their heart, to breathe, or perspire. This is the domain of life breathed into the human body. Breathed by what? By life. The same energy as brings thunder and lightning to the skies and holds the planets in suspension in infinite space. The same energy which births every child and takes everyone to the grave. The human body and mind have immense capacity which live beyond the boundaries accepted and educated by the human mind. The body is an extension of the physical Universe. A manifestation which grows out of the living ground of the Universe. Take away the Sun, all human life dies. And so the Sun is as vital to every human body as the beating of every human heart. Pollute the skies, as we are finding out today, human life suffers and dies. And so the quality of the air in our skies is as important as the quality of the oxygen in our bodies. Both, are the same. Add poisons to the food and chemicals to the water, and expect consequences to the human body. For the water is the flow washing clean between the cells of the body. Replace life giving plants with petrochemical derivatives and do not expect the same level of health. Expect a breakdown in health. The human body is never found without an environment suitable to maintain and grow its life and maintain its health. Life prepares well for the journey of all living things. All living things grow alongside the environment which supports their life. Otherwise, they could not grow. In mankind, who sees himself divided from life, which is an educated corruption within his mind, for practically since birth, he has been told he is something divided from all of life, he imagines he can better that which life has provided for his sustenance. If he imagines at all. More likely, he follows the imaginings of others. And here, we find two of the elements of our lives, so deeply corrupted this day. The mind of humanity has been corrupted to a pattern programmed into the brain of 'self,' an identity and so, of 'self-interest', a narrowing down of awareness to seeing oneself as the only thing of value and meaning, without any questions as to the nature of what 'oneself' actually is. 'Self' is a societally instilled program running in the human brain. Doubt what I say. And so the birth of all unnecessary divisions between all men, and so the birth of conflict and war, a program of living life in the past, which is thought, and of carrying that past which is never complete, for the past stands on a ground of knowledge, and there is always more to know, into a future seeking greater completion which never arrives. Humanity is a deeply lost and seemingly fatally sick race. The body has been corrupted in the name of medicine and in the name of food. Provided naturally and freely by life, these two essential commodities for every life have been commercialised and bastardised. The human heart is the centre of all feeling. The potential arising of passion and joy, the actual arising of suffering and pain, pleasure and fear and desire. This day the human heart is as corrupted as the mind and the body. The human heart is full of the emotional reflections of the continuity of the symbolic greatly meaningless movements of the divisive human mind. Passion and joy are rare to find. Throughout all of history, rare, to find. Suffering and pain are almost ubiquitous, as are pleasure, fear and desire. Reflections of the activity of the brain, named ‘mind’, which is the builder of its own life meaning, and the prison walls of its life. Represented by 'self', conceptualised and identified by name, this mind becomes the life we lead, and life itself, is laid barren to waste. The soul lies unseen. And almost always, through all of time, from the beginning of time, other than in the lives of the very few, ever has been seen. The soul of humanity, the giver of eternal life, is far removed from the imaginary conceptualisations of mind as can be imagined. This has nothing to do with thought. Thought continues, life, after life after life, the destructive stream of human consciousness flows between every dying and born generation. Do not take my word for this. Look at the past history of our race. See the same divisive activities. Understand we have not changed psychologically since the dawn of time. Every newly born brain, is in a process of evolution and so every brain stands on the past ground of every brain which ever came before. In psychological terms this is the continuity of the past. The history of humanity is your history. And your life is the history of those yet to come, and all this history in carried and inherited by the next generation. Tell me it’s not so. The history of humanity is held within every man's brain cells. How long have there been Jews on this planet? How long Christians? How long Hindus? I will tell you that one, ten thousand years. Human consciousness does not evolve, past recordings cannot evolve. It is handed down traditionally and educated into the lives of new arrivals to the constant decline of the human race. Why decline? Because all which knows continuity knows the process of ageing, decay, and eventual death. And conflict, between the continuity of divisive streams which travel together but can never meet. To the prior mentioned conceptual religious divisive beliefs of humanity, we could add the following of the Egyptian God Horus. Plus many others. No one believes in Horus today. Yet the movement is the same. The names may change; the structure is a constant. The mind you call ‘yours’, is not your mind, it is the mind of humanity caught in time, a prisoner which sits within the prison walls of its own self-interested and so divisive activities. And its activities have been deeply programmed into divisive grooves of action within every brain. Accept nothing. Question everything, if you hold such capacity. I could be insane. In an insane world, it is way too common to find the insane. The 'soul' of man has nothing to do with the body, which dies. Nothing to do with the thought based structure of the mind which is a small part of the operational function of the body. Which also must die, yet knows a continuity beyond death in the lives and minds of 'others'. 'Others' functioning in exactly the same way as 'myself'. The 'soul' has nothing to do with the human heart so full of desires and fear, pleasures and pains and time, the emotional residues of the murmurings of days past seeking to build and grow into the future, and so turning the whole of life into a reflection of the dead past. The soul is eternal. The soul is the mind of God. Not a belief in God, the mind of God. In living within mind, body and heart, functioning this day as an unholy trio of corruption founded in movements past, mankind has gained the world, and lost his soul. He values the superficial in every direction. He values sex, more than love, which has never entered his life, for love is not found in the human mind, so crammed full of captured remembrances of things past seeking their continuity and fruition into a conceptual future. Sex may be an expression of a deep connection between two real lovers, not only lovers in bed, seeking orgasmic distraction from the conflicted inner movements of their lives, but lovers in life, lovers of life, who see the same life, and so meet in other ways than in bed. But so rarely is this the case. Most often sex is a repetitive act standing on a ground of pleasure, and pleasure is always a continuity remembered from the past. And that which is repeated, is in a process of continuity and enters a process of decay and corruption, dissatisfaction, and inevitable breakdown. And beyond all of this corruption of the word 'love' and potential flowering expression of the nature of loving respect between a man and a woman who hold a clear view of life, shared together and a deep admiration and respect for each other, there is another kind of love, and the nature of this second love, is the nature of the soul, and the soul is found, where mankind never looks. The soul is all but invisible to mankind. He looks upon his soul as inconsequential, for he is rather busy, occupied, going places. And soul has only ever been relayed as to be found in belief, and this falsity has grown rather tiring. Heard in every song of a bird, in every passing moment, every breeze in a tree, in the sound and movement of the babbling brook and even in the car passing by on a street. Witnessed in the face of another, every friend, every foe and every lover. Felt in the breath of touching wind on face on a warm summers day. Felt in the biting cold of winter. In the smile on a child's face. In the stars which adorn a night sky. Soul is the ground of love, and the ground of love is life itself beyond every image, description and word. Here lives such immeasurable beauty, all life and all death. Without soul, nothing exists, and without connection to soul, life shrivels and dies. Witnessed in the shrivelling and dying of the society of men, built from and maintained by soulless lives. Disconnected from the source of all life. Disconnected from soul. Soul belongs to the sacred. And soul lives beyond every man’s eyes. For every man's eyes have been captured by time, and soul, is a timeless place. That which is timeless, cannot be found in the past, nor in the future, where man lives and travels towards in hope of reaching something of value never found. Soul is selfless and where self exists, which is continuity of identity and accumulation of attachments and possessions from the past, soul can never be found. And so man, as he stands, as he has perhaps always stood, bar the lives of the very, very few, is a soulless and empty creature. The transformation of our society is only to be found in the transformation of a man’s life, and this transformation involves a reconnection to soul Soul is outside of the human mind. As love and beauty are outside of the human mind. Soul is living presence, timeless, and presence is a word deeply related to now. Life is not present in the past, in memory, in thought or in knowledge, though these all have their place. Life is not present in the future, which has yet to arrive. These are the kingdoms of men. And the kingdoms of men are not the kingdom of life. And the kingdom of life is found in the connection of a man's heart and mind to soul. The human mind is the the source of all other corruption. The corruption of the body by 'medicine' which is not medicine, 'food' which is not food, contaminated water and air, the pitiful inability to view life as it is, (one complete whole), is the outcome of living predominately within the prison cell of limited thinking, and seeking to carry this as a guide for life in the area of all things eternally into a limited and divisive and so conflicted conceptual perpetual future. And so never ending repetition of stupidity, violence, divisions and wars for all of humanity. Never ending suffering which inevitably at some point comes to enter every life. And the suffering of the carried past, rooted deep in the cells of every human brain, a mountainous sorrow, which underlies the superficial layers of human consciousness focussed on 'self'. We have reduced our lives to words and images. And we look at the nature of ourselves as this. And we consider ourselves intelligent. The human mind is the corruptor of the heart, thought founded emotions fill this inner vessel, negating any connection of emotions to life itself. Superficial achievements, conquests, victories and desires. And as much as the human heart can swell when standing in the victory of any conquest, sexual, material or otherwise, it shrinks in the nature of fear which accompanies every seeking of continuity of pleasure, and suffers greatly when it loses the continuity of what was desired. But most of all, the human mind is the corruptor of any connection to the human soul. The corruptor of the human life to what is known as God. Don’t get carried away with that word, neither positively nor negatively. One could use the word 'life', the 'universe', 'soul', 'spirit', or even, on agreement, we could reverse those letters and come to the name 'Dog'. I am not being blasphemous, a name is only a word. But then, we would have to find another word for a dog. The word is not the thing. Never. The word 'God', is not God, the word which you identify with, your given birth name, is not what you are, 'life', is not life, and 'death' is not death. 'Love' is not love, and nothing is as it is named. And we live in a world and stand on a ground of names. We mistake the symbolic for the real. Our ground is a ground of symbols and words, are also symbols. All human thought is a movement within symbols and images. And our life, is the same. Is this life? Words and images? The field of the soul is vast. But 'vast' is the wrong word. The field of the soul is infinite. It contains all there is to contain. And is also the invisible nature of that which it contains. And so it is complete, whole, and so holy. It has its own movement, yet is going nowhere, has no direction, it’s life is its death and its death is its life, for it holds nothing, carries nothing, there is no continuity here, and so no decay, no corruption possible, no division and no conflict. And so absolute freedom, love, joy, bliss, ecstasy, beauty, death and life. The field of the soul is timeless. Time is only found in the conceptual thinking mind of men. Time is a movement, as thought is a movement, time is a measurement, as man’s life, thought based, is a measurement. Progressively seeking to get better. Progressively seeking perfection, carrying imperfection along for the ride. To meet perfection, imperfection need end. Not be continued towards an ideology of perfection which never arrives because imperfection is never ended. The field of the soul is a field of absolute perfection, and so betterment is an impossibility here. You cannot better that which is complete. You cannot travel further, to arrive. Man’s mind of words and images, which is only this, words and images, gathered concepts and memories from past, divisive between all, fragmenting into a billion differing directions, when life stands before all eyes in need of not one future, always leading to war, is the denier of meeting his soul. The corrupter of heart into cheap meaningless imitations of love and cheap imitations of life meaning and wealth. Love has become identified to sex and the possession of another. A thing of the marketplace. Give me what I desire, meet my needs, and I 'love you'. Take from me from what I desire, my love dies for you. And wealth has become identified to the maximum numbers a man may possess, printed from the unlimited stock of very thin air. The superficiality and artificiality of finding one’s empty heart's meaning in the possession of a dozen palaces, when all ever needed was the warmth of one meaningful home. Accept nothing and tread carefully here, for if you see the true nature of this world and you even catch a solitary glimpse of the nature of the soul of life, of a life intended before the repetitive superficial mumblings of limited knowledge, words and images took seed and grew in the human brain into such dire consequence, populating, dividing, raping and slaying all good and meaningful throughout the entirety of human existence, your heart will break open in the deepest of sufferings imaginable.
You may come to think you hold endless tears. If faint hearted, best not to venture this way. Turn back now and remain in your life of incompletion, ever seeking completion, as incompletion can only do, turn back to your life of finding love in meaningless sex and wealth in more than you could ever know what to do with, as billions around you lie dying and starving on the ground. An old story. A continuous story, for that which has continuity, never comes to end. Not for the not faint hearted, and for any who still accompany this man’s words, beyond the words, the meaning of the great suffering which your heart finds on awakening vision to this dichotomy of the life of man is this. Suffering awakens passion and passion leads to beauty in life. Through the most arduous of journeys, through the death of the life familiar which came before. To the greatest of life’s treasures. The truth hurts, but the truth shall set you free. Suffering breaks illusions. Suffering brings an awareness something is wrong. And something, is very wrong indeed. Never escape sorrow. Never run away nor seek to suppress sorrow. Never seek to go beyond. Do not escape into a bottle or a drug, into the arms of superficial lovers in an act of mutual possession and use, imagining you have found anything in your life other than a corruption. Do not escape through countless hours of entertainment, religious, or otherwise. Remain solidly with the shock. And let it absorb you. Life could never desert you, for you were incarnated from life. Change this word 'life' to 'God', if it more suits your sensibilities. Or any other word you see fit. It is man who has deserted life. By living on words and images, he has become lost from the whole of life. By eating from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, he became detached from the only thing which gives life love, death, beauty and meaning and wealth beyond all coin. A constant replenishment from an infinite loving source. The only source. The world as it lives and dies in every moment, just beyond man's world of meaningless meaning, here, lives the greatest of all meanings. Just behind the walls of images, identifications, fears, desires, lust, pleasure and pain, just behind the walls of knowledge, just behind the walls of divisive, conditioned thinking. Just behind all you are this day and all that you identify with, seek, gather and carry. Here, lies heaven.
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