BEATING THE POISONED DRUM

Sometimes when an existential question arises, I feel tempted to ask the audience of one. But then I’d have to answer.

Om Namo Bhagavate. Let today be my true baptism, And tomorrow still, until virtue Has supplanted every vice. Release me from stupidity So I may serve I know not Whom Guided by the whispers of the Lord.

“O my heart, be great enough for the Victory” — Sri Aurobindo

Shakyamuni lived incalculable lifetimes and had many fathers. Be the greatest of his fathers.

Form is smoke from an empty fire, The living heat of the funeral pyre.

I submit that the spiritual line of development is strengthened by the act of wondering whether there is an optimal attentional strategy across the multiverse of possible worlds. The devotional line of development would then reach its transpersonal levels once one starts detecting the influence of such an optimal attentional strategy being employed elsewhere.

Like a cloud of smoke smiling down at a raging volcano.

“Yes” functions as the will to surrender. “No” functions as surrender to the will. “Yes” implies “No” to “surrender to the will”. 1,2 and 3 all intermix as spacetime identifications within a single higher space, which is the set of all possible hierarchies. There is an infinite hierarchy of interpretations of 4. There is an […]

The Demiurge looked into a mirror and said, I AM THAT I AM. He did not know he had just cursed his own horrified reflection.

The weasel wears subtle dullness like a crown.