Tag: Oneness

Chatting to things

The ability to “chat” on equal terms to a stone on the road, a bird singing out of sight, or to a pretty leaf, depends on an unequivocal understanding. My awareness of what and who I am is perfectly and unhurriedly able at a deep level of faith to engage with one other in our jointly experienced one-ness.

Lasting impermanence

On such a premise, I have to say that when I hold a ‘chatversation’ I experience a blissful two way flow. It’s maintained at an elevated state of mind where harm of any sort, anticipated or sensed, does not obtrude. There is an unswerving assumption of goodness.

Yes, blissful it is, as if connected in the sanctity of meditation, or in losing my sense of time listening to the harmonies of Tibetan singing bowls.

Gloriousness is not some abstraction “over yonder”. It’s an integral part of being here now, EveryNow.

We are all made of the same elementary particles. A stone may predate my existence by many millions of years. A late blossoming evening primrose may coexist with me. Both flower and stone and my awareness are ineffably part of the history of everything.

When my state of mind faces square on to the state of grace of the aliveness which we all inhabit, sentient or not, all trying ceases, because trying is a superfluous and distracting use of energy.

Ultimately, it’s impossible to go along with questions framed from duality. It’s the perennial problem of “I am here, all else is over there”, distinctly other in place, time and identity.

From the time my experience of ‘what is’ becomes suffused with the awareness of the beauty of simply being – being alive and freely sharing aliveness – dualistic mindsets become like a hindrance: unworkable, impractical, self-contradictory and without relevance.

For me, awareness of the beauty of being is a feeling of excitement that I describe as like having butterflies in my tummy, like in a state of being in love with everything and nothing.

This excitement is allied to a forever slightly puzzling sense of newness. The quality of what is passing through my various levels of awareness about the world I am engaging with is coloured – I could say it is spiced – by strangeness.

This is the strangeness of reduplicating newness. The same type of newness I feel in a place or situation never before encountered.

With that sense of lack of experience comes the disarming knowledge that it is not possible my understanding of my state of mind can be increased, because suddenly I find myself floating where no prior supportive certainties or well-founded assumptions exist for me to reach out to.

In some unhealthy states of mind, such as trauma, the absence of the familiar personal vectors of the meaning of reality could be destructive, or at least experienced as negative.

Bliss exists as the superposition of its opposite. Despair can result from an intensely unnecessary focus on only one of two sides of the receiving of grace. This is what some might refer to as a fall from grace.

The evidence of my senses and the input into my intellect is raw, unfiltered, and it is so intensely felt as to be sufficient in the moment. Such sufficiency is its own protective loving mantle of harmlessness.

The state of mind in which I step out into the street is one of surrender, a walk into life unarmed, needing no tools or instruments to discover as I go. Give up the fruitless quest for identity labels. Be all receptivity.

Surrender to the eyes of the eyes of other beings and enquire most diligently and with kind heart what their experiences tell them, be they ever so unfamiliar or alien.

Lock, stock and Heart

Lock, stock and Heart EveryNow

The attractive power of these images depends largely on the natural flower colours on which the algorithms work. The pleasure in these patternings is connected with the organic chaos made by the application of geometry algorithms.

The inside is always bigger than the outside when the eyes of my eyes see

Colours found in the worlds of animal, vegetable and mineral, when placed side by side, do not clash, displease or revolt our senses. Musical notes we produce are harmonious to us, with few exceptions.

I often wonder who can tell me more about our human perceptions of the natural environment and our ways of relating, on varying scales of pleasure, to the colours and organic forms we see throughout the natural world on the one hand, and the harmonies of musical sounds we produce or hear on the other hand?

For sure, the answers relate to human beings themselves as organisms seamlessly intrinsic to this natural world which births us all.

How many is one?

All one

How many is one? Or say it like this, what’s the colour of one?

We all are wholly broken entities, we walk from here to there asking to be whole, wanting to construct wellness from our constituent undone parts, disfunctional, darkly dirty and lost like smoke looking for the fire of its origins.

The only reason we know we are entities is because we began as Ones. Our identity became conscious in a blaze of sound, colour, scent and touch at birth.

We were united with the sensory input with which we were saturated in such a way that we were at first unable to make any distinction between us and the world of senses we were sensing.

Later on came intimations of duality. We got the idea, again through first hand experience,

“I am not what that is”.

“I am I and that is not I. It is Other”.

Our oneness is conscious of experience as suffering or joy – hunger or satiety. By such terms, our oneness is all about polarities of intensity.

As adults, we are wracked by our acquired trauma or injury. We are damaged by our inability to make sense of episodes of damage sustained we cannot or wish not to recall.

Our longing for peace, love and happiness relates to our selves as newborn bundles of love. That was when we were blissfully undamaged, unaware of agencies capable of our damage or destruction.

As adults we spend time and devote our energy to achieving that experience of blissful oneness that was ours at the time of our birth.

In truth, we are all still purest innocent oneness. It is that so much has happened in the years since birth, we have stopped reminding ourselves of our innate purity.

Our notions of duality and the way we so readily devote much attention to our ability, albeit limited, to grasp at, acquire or alter our perception of the world of Other, these serve to remove our attention from the intense heat of welcome, magic and mystery to be found in our molten core – our innate oneness.

If we keep hold of the image we still continue as whole and clear, pure and clean as the day we were born, we will have hope and faith, those fabulous flammable fuels which will power us on our common goal, the journey back to wholeness, Oneness.

We can bring back to our heart and mind the Oneness of our origin, our common origin which indivisibly composed us from birth. For some it is easy. For most it is a lifetime’s labour. For an unfortunate few, death will end their search before they even get a tiny glimpse of eternal love.

Part of what has sustained me, repaired me, enlarged and enriched my life has been about acquiring the skills and tools for recognising the value and importance of self-healing. Healing facilitates and increases my ability to recognise and manage my own well-being. These things in general hold a significance in the living of life that is close to sacred. This form of healing compassion has been recognised as sacred throughout human history.

My journey is coming into the realisation that I only will grow and thrive in direct proportion to how much I can help others in their journeys of growth and self-love, even if I can do so only by not standing in their way.

Becoming who we are