THE STORIES WE TELL OURSELVES

I am a story
and I tell myself a story.
Stories telling stories about stories.

There are powerful entities we know little about.
They exist beyond the confines of our limited cave.
Their world is a more wondrous, complete world.
We only know them by their shadows on the cave wall.

There are powerful beings in a different realm.
Their realm is more resplendent and glorious than here.
We are their playthings, scapegoats. They are our inspiration
as they wield incredible fates from on high in Olympus, their home.

There are advanced beings who exist beyond the Earthly veil.
They have escaped this illusion of life as a human.
The wise among us aspire to be like them, to end this Maya
by awakening to the full and true reality beyond our Karma.

There are powerful beings who created this Earthly plane.
They command the whole universe like gods on high.
We are but prisoners in their real facsimile of reality.
Some think their god is the real god but in fact it's just the Demiurge.

There are beings more powerful than us in an unseen reality.
They have put us into a suspended state world of the mind
in order to use us to power their realm. Prophesy says The One
will help us all take the Red Pill, wake up, so we can live in a true Zion.

There is an all-powerful being beyond here and yet wholly part of all realms.
With its coded alphabet of divine Word all we know came into being.
We live as energy spirits in a denser, limited body and universe.
The divine Son of this being entered our limitation in promise of our deliverance.

There is an alien hyper-intelligent post-biological being called The Other
who coded our existence in a simulated universe of the real.
We exist as instantiations of information in this game of existence.
We all wonder if we too will reach Omega-minus status and control spacetime.

I am a story
and I tell myself a story.
Stories telling stories about stories.

Does it matter what story I tell myself?
If consciousness is magical, or even if it's the engine of desire,
then what I tell myself may be what manifests.
If someone seduces me into telling myself a story,
is it possible they could take control of my consciousness,
thus control what manifests for me and all around me who believe it too?
Stories are either the path to a free consciousness
or stories are the path to a deluded prison of the mind.

Whatever manifests for our consciousness

we will have to deal with in the de facto situation we find ourselves,

a situation ironically emergent from the story we believe.

I tell myself I am a story.
I tell myself existence and the universe must also have a story.
Where did that story come from? Why the drama?
Perhaps the best story is the story of no story

but to tell such a thing also leads to drama.

Meanwhile, regardless, I must confront the moment
and the story I told myself 
shapes the unfolding fates

which in time will feed the need for stories. 

 

 

When we see what we need to see, will we know what we are looking at?
When we know what we are looking at, will we ask why it must be?
When we ask why it must be, will we act as if we understand?
When we act as if we understand, will we be convinced with who we fooled?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.

-- T.S.Eliot

Wait Without Hope

I/O

consciousness demands awareness
awareness necessitates division
between who or what is aware and what they are aware of
this division becomes identity
an identity facing this division must navigate their awareness space
navigation requires methods and constants among the variables
to reduce the chaos of conscious variables an identity
creates sub-identities for what is divided from it
these identities coalesce as concepts
those concepts are assigned labels
those labels become language
sub-identities split or merge or morph over time
requiring an evolution of the classes of divided objects
language and concepts have no meaning without agency and intent
both developed to drive us towards something
we drive towards food, safety, connection, procreation, acquisition, identification
we drive towards all the things we are led to believe in
a study of language and conceptual space drives us into
questioning what exactly is agency and intent,
it is the substrate of individual action
but how is that substrate constituted
how much of our agency and intent is us
and how much has layered over the pure awareness of identity by other forces
in every moment we decide how to direct our passions
passions can be truth based versus agenda based
the assumption is that the du jour agenda is driven by truth
mostly because those who believe in it
are convinced their agenda is based on fact
many assume that fact implies truth
but there are an infinite number of facts
and facts can be cherry-picked, manipulated, artificially crafted, even bought or coerced
in the search space of facts there are also false facts
and so de jour agendas based on facts can be believable
by the culturally initiated and yet wrong
or reversed engineered to fulfill a prior existing agenda
this is done to manufacture a goal-directed truth narrative
a truth narrative is not the same as truth
volition can be encased in a worldview of fact
that doesn't help awareness navigate truth
outside of language and concepts
truth describes reality
without a drive of passion towards truth
there can be no final encounter with reality
the farther one drifts into an agenda-driven soup of conditional fact
the more one separates from a navigation of true awareness
awareness becomes a linguistic and conceptual shell
enclosed around the limits of what non-stop agendas will allow one to know
after centuries of layered agenda-driven passions forming
the shell of human culture
the study of anything now exists on top of the pile
of errant navigations within awareness space
even if one is certain their real illusions are valid
finding new routes through illusion space
does not yield truth or reality
the pile has gotten so high now
only the collapse of all language and concepts
can provide conscious awareness
with the apriori experience of the primal divisions that abound
thereby resetting truth in alignment with reality
clearing the mind is not enough
one must clear their identity
for identity is tied to conscious awareness
which is then attached to methods of navigating concepts
which is stuck to the substrate of language
and all language in illusion space
is captured by passionate agendas
culture is illusion space
mind is the blackboard of culture
only void is a true reset
to study void requires language and concepts
the agency of reset cannot be delineated
reset is simply experienced

 

"The heart's wave 

would never have risen up so beautifully

 in its cloud of spray and become spirit 

were it not for the grim old cliff of destiny 

standing in its way."

—Friedrich Hölderlin

 

"Do you know what insomniac dyslexic philosophers do? 

They sit up all night wondering if DOG really exists."  

-- Terence McKenna

 

 

 

  “Fortunately, reality does not take place.”
— Jean Baudrillard