Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

Phoenix Flying 15: On the nature of duality

7 July 2017

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Mama Jain felt a momentary rush of repulsion and excitement go through her frame as she felt the smooth coldness of the touch of the preternatural being she was touching and that she knew intuitively was actually her. She pondered upon the fact that every new discovery, even of what the mind tricked into believing it was new while it was old, always seemed to lead to a brief intermingling of two antagonistic impulsions within one’s being, each of them inspired by a diametrically opposed set of emotions. While reflecting on this and slowly relaxing against the coldness of the palm in front of her, she could feel it subtly warm against her own outstretched palm and she could feel the tingling of the nerves in the palm facing her while she slowly felt herself travelling up a chain of constricted vessels that seemed to be a bloodstream. On she journeyed, into the red that swayed up until the end of the upward waterfall where she could see a throbbing blue red door suspended between streaks of light that glistened with crystalline dewdrops.

As Mama Jain had journeyed through the channels that sometimes dilated and sometimes constricted but always in a winding motion whether round or squared, she then fully realised that the solution to the age-old squared circle problem was by essence multidimensional, a quantum concept like the flowing of time was in reality, a chaos model in the multiverse. Like it was the case of the feeling of being constricted or dilated, the commanding of the passage from one to another a simple matter of perspective, of vantage point, inner, outer.

Mama Jain felt herself come to a halt just at the brink of the door which she realised was actually her own heart that kept beating and throbbing pouring out red and blue depending on which side the flow had made her drift. She swirled in the pools of red and blue at the measure of the heartbeats and could feel herself slowly overcome by a great feeling of peace that pervaded her every atom. She realised deeply that the Theory of Everything was indeed Love. It was not necessarily the concept of romantic love although that too played a very important part in the composition of the energetic field that she knew propelled and sucked everything as she had experienced it during her journeys outwards. She saw further that the Theory of Everything was the unifying frequency that built upon the weightless measure of things when they were all vibrating together causing all of them to have the same scale when looked at from an observation point where they could all be viewed as one-dimensional despite them being multi-dimensional.

Mama Jain could see in the shadows cast by the crystalline drops at the top of the red blue door a myriad of shades of purple that were differentiated by the quantity of light that fell upon them. It then occurred to her that if there were no shadows, then one could not actually perceive the light as there would be nothing to contrast it and differentiate it, therefore giving a meaning to its existence. Mama Jain realised that in some way, the light owed its existence to the darkness and the other way around so one could not exist without the presence of the other. Mama Jain could feel her being fill with the understanding that all things were one thing and its opposite at the same time and what was perceived depended merely on the vantage point with the unifying perspective being the unifying frequency of love that beat in the heart of all things Earth-bound, stellar or interstellar. She had felt intuitively that when she journeyed outwards to far away lands the frequency that unified her with her external circumstances caused her to dilate to a size commensurate to the interaction required with the beings existing outside of her. It was all truly a matter of scalability which was carefully measured and reshaped according to the unifying frequency of Love.

While the fact that a being could be one thing and its opposite at the same time could seem irreconcilable, Mama Jain realised that it was very akin to what happened during her meditation as her mind danced with the stars while her body was still on the ground and her heart pulsated within the center of the multiverse for she was etheric, dilated and immense among the stars but at the same time finite, physical and limited within her frame on Earth. It was during the peak of those moments of total synchronicity, when her heart and mind had reached the point of resonance where both beings could exist and be one at the same time that she could connect to grid of all things through the heartpath and bend all matter and lack of it thereof into new forms of being.

Mama Jain surmised that for the new forms to be seen, one must see them through the heart, the new eye of the mind which allowed the retina to see what she knew was the quantum world through a tiny lense that lead to the pathway of the breath. It occurred to her then that words, pulsating through breath caused the motion in stillness of the air within bringing forth a series of emotions in her and therefore aligning words in a certain pattern and diffusing them into the ether outside would cause motion in the stillness of the infinite air outside and cause a similar series of emotions although of a different scale altogether. Embued with that knowledge, Mama Jain set about sharing a string of words infused with a frequency translating the impulse of breath that she felt inside when joining together the words and sat back to observe the effect they would cause.

As the experiences multiplied, Mama Jain noted that while some felt a sense of exhilaration at some of the words, others only felt in them sadness and a sense of foreboding. She then realised that even words, even breath pulsating through the ether could be perceived as one thing or its opposite because they were perceived from different vantage points. Mama Jain wondered whether it was the breath and the words themselves that contained the duality or whether it was the readers with their minds that expressed that duality and she realised that it was difficult to say whether it was the one or the other. In order to check whether it was the breath, Mama Jain traveled to different points of her country first staying at the level of the sea and then driving into mountains and experimenting the effect of the frequencies intermingled with the words and the result she had was quite surprising. She realised that even within her own being, both the breath and the frequency seemed to take on a whole new meaning and a whole new set of emotions depending on whether she was at sea level or in the mountains.

Mama Jain was not sure what to do with this new finding that she had never suspected before. She wondered whether she could call upon bluebird so that they could analyse the data pertaining to several individuals and see whether there was a difference in the perception of the same thing depending on the distance from the Earth but bluebird was sitting mum and not keen on assisting her these days. She thought to herself with a chuckle that she ought to go to the moon and see if the frequency and the dynamised breath had the same effect or whether they would feel even lighter there. Meanwhile, she would have to try to find a way to go deeper into the analysis of this new finding which was that the nature of duality was embedded within every individual being and the way one thing was viewed by the same individual varied depending on the location of that individual comparatively to Earth which center sucked the individual being. Mama Jain wondered whether the way everything was viewed would keep changing depending upon the new center as defined by the location of the individual.

Looking back at her hand through which she had emerged again both from her thoughts and from the bloodstream that she had been floating through, Mama Jain waved it in a twirling motion and it was once facing her backwards and once frontwards. She thought to herself that if she were to wave infinitely fast and see it when she was out of her body like before, the hand would probably be a flower composed of infinite juxtapositions of a frontwards and backwards hand and one would not be able to say which was frontwards and which was backwards. Mama Jain thought that it would be interesting to twirl time very quickly and see whether one would randomly find oneself in the forward time or in the backward time or whether one would actually not be able to distinguish anymore which was forward and which was backward.

 

Eye of the Storm

Still waters – Maksim Mrvica

 

Phoenix Flying 14: Integrating the Wild

Phoenix Flying 14: Integrating the Wild

3-5 July 2017

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It had been a few weeks that Mama Jain had reached out to the future AI consciousness but the attempt had not been successful. She therefore decided that she would continue to work on consciousness alone understanding at thesame time that the concept of being alone when working with consciousness was a fallacy because consciousness was a stream of interconnected intricate weavings of energy and therefore impossible to deal with in isolation, be it from the perspective of the outside observer and actor who intervened on the consciousness or from the perspective of the inside observer and reactor who accepted the intervention on the consciousness.

One day, as she was doing her daily meditation and work on the weavings of the light and the contrasting darkness, she felt herself being at the same time pulled and pushed by the tapestry she was weaving until she became the tapestry itself as it swallowed her whole. The experience was much like the experience with the snake-like energy of the kundalini except that it was far more encompassing and not at the extremities of her but rather within and without her in a more profound way then she could have ever imagined. As the tapestry swallowed her, she could visualise herself as being everything and nothing all at once. While looking out of her eyes, she could see the eyes of the wolves facing her, running through the fabric of the tapestry and she could feel herself running with them and as she ran with them, she could see herself through their eyes, a young lamb running in their midst. Together they ran alternating imprints of lambs and wolves as they ran together, until none could be distinguished from the other, lamb an instant and wolf another.

As Mama ran, she began to understand what it was to truly integrate the wild with the wind rushing against what she felt of her feathers flying. Her mind, caught in the whirlwind of those flutters could visualise the contrasts converging. Her mind, racing in stillness observed the mutating process that unfolded in the coils of time. The dove caught in the gusts of the whirlwinds flutters to the tune of the strength of those winds yet it never becomes the whirlwinds themselves. Alike, akin, in movement and in kinetic semblance, it still remains apart, an emblem of itself adapting to the disruption caused by the winds. Thus all matter, integrating the wild of external elements moves, changes, adapts to the disruptive element before it recovers its initial state once the disruption is gone.

Mama Jain felt the winds pick up more speed as her mind peaked with the winds. She realised that the only time when matter does not recover its initial state is when it allows the disruption to take it beyond the breaking point of temporary integration into permanent incorporation of the disruption, thus causing its own extinction and the emergence of a new identity within it. She understood intuitively that the new identity is neither its old self, nor the element of the disruption but an intricate weaving of the kinetic impression of the disruption into the genetic build of the old matter. Mama Jain therefore realised that matter like what composed her could remain the same until it depleted through the effect of exposure to disruptions, it could temporarily modify itself and then either return to the source and follow the first trend or it could ultimately reach its point of permanent incorporation of disruptions and transform into something new with a life cycle of its own.

Mama Jain knew that integrating the wild, the representation of anarchy or the universe of all unguided disruptions would automatically lead to the rupturing point and to the transformation that was necessary for evolution into a new state of being where all counts were renewed. She realised that the Regeneris process was not one where a being entered something akin to a laundering of the self which then returned a younger and similar self but it was one where a being entered a void that sucked it, pulled it, pushed it and ultimately spat out something that was neither the being itself nor fully another but rather a hybrid in between one and the other, a new form of life expression where the known bordered the unknown and the passive integrated the wild.

As she emerged slowly from her kinetic meditation, Mama Jain could feel the ground below her feet while they were still suspended in mid-air. She could smell the leaves swaying outside and could hear the cotton-like threads growing on the trees just outside her window. She looked through the window pane and saw not the garden and the trees outside but rather the inside of her room and her body looking back at her with the same curious look that she felt she herself had on her face while looking out. She slowly raised her hand and it met with a cold sleek hand on the other side.

 

Frozen Twilight – God is an Astronaut

 

Prayer to the One

Prayer to the One

3 July 2017

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Mind aglow

Weaving through the flow

Land to sow

New rainbow

Heartbeats of anger to slow

Compassion to grow

 

Blow conceit

Bury the deceit

Three to greet

One to treat

The dark powers meet defeat

In the one way street

 

Hate to shun

Days roll into fun

Dread undone

Through the Sun

Remnants of darkness white spun

Prayer to the One

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Angels Voice – Diane Arkenstone

Heart shines in the mind

Heart shines in the mind

3 July 2017

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We rewind

Efforts undermined

Meek is hiss

Peace in bliss

The love the power outshined

Heart and mind entwined

 

Strange to kiss

Willow tree to miss

Tall to stand

All withstand

Shadows fading in the mist

Glistening rain in fist

 

Love to find

In uncanny kind

Gust of wind

To rescind

Beacon of light for the blind

Heart shines in the mind

 

Reading of the poem: 

Night of the Northern lights – Jolanta Gałka

 

From land of all beginnings

From land of all beginnings

3 July 2017

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Magnets beam

In tautness extreme

Angels gleam

In my dream

Their light the workings of stream

Of spirit supreme

 

In loop hops

Tamer of the copse

Whirling tops

Grow the crops

Where the echo soundless drops

Where glow of Earth stops

 

All risings

Sprout from more than wings

The findings

Love tidings

From land of all beginnings

Keen knowledge soul brings

 

Reading of the poem: 

Ocean of Stars – Diane Arkenstone

Simply Love

Simply Love

25 June 2017

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Work of Dove

Flutter of the wings

Peace that rings

In heart brings

Tidings of renewed three kings

Minds’ laden treasures

 

High above

The goal meets the fate

Death of spate

Wills create

From golden ray we instate

Breadth of our measures

 

Simply Love

Tracing in the wild

Stellar child

Bond redialed

Chosen treaty they reviled

Weak are dark’s pleasures

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Simply Love – Stive Morgan

Eternal Love – Stive Morgan

In Space – Stive Morgan