Think as it becomes thought, is an interjection. Its methods
of substantiation are an enterprise. It’s preoccupational by nature in our consciousness.
We are in the capture of a pinhole view of life through a paper bag over our
head method. Brain dominance results and an assumed state of full awareness is both
rewarded and unchallenged. This is ever so painful for all comprehensively enrolled,
for it is not at the source of think. We are a chain gang of convention and
account not realizing the binds. We reinforce the obligation and the negatively
implied underbelly of an affirmation of symbology as necessary to our causes
and therefore subscribe to the prison of distance in perspective and our separateness
as assumed in a Sisyphus style. We are diversional and compartmentalize in
syntactical ways. Generally our methods of approach in awareness are not
self-invitational in nature. We really make no true effort to go to the
acclaimed “it” as much as we expect the it of “it” to come or succumb to our
pseudo investigation there of. We have pretended separateness into a science
and our notion of objectification into a creed. Our lifetimes are spent in
walking in large circles never discovering the center point as source or
ascending in a spiral sense of wisdom. Our mantra of familiarity supersedes our
notion of ascendency. Our languaging style is a hall of vanishing mirrors of
meaningfulness. Every handshake, every embrace, every act of intercourse is
blazed with assumptions and convictions of isolation and separateness involved.
These as behaviors are not acts that celebrate the oneness of being but more so
are the eventful connection of two separates. These are burdensome rituals laden
with recovery from denials. Myth-fully there was never any event as that is the
structure of our framing and naming method, which hinders the depth of the flow.
No next moment is self conscious about the one that has just imminently passed.
Think is an intimacy yet withheld by the handcuff-thoughts that bind us.
Conclusions become the cuffs of a still-shot world cataloged as memories and
principles fading in their need for formal application as a self-sense of
identity ever slipping away. There is an essence to think but a true doubt to
thought. Thought is never in the now. Thought patrols think to scavenger and
guarantee that no think is the channel of being and light. The assumption being
that all of think is the workhorse for thought to govern. Think is a channeled
existence with no half-life of concern or reasoning. Our environment from
thought is preoccupational clutter and we referentially are buried in it. Yet
think continues with or without conscious approval or attend. Our think is
telepathic. It is wordless until capture. It occurs outside of time but is
rendered in a timely way. Think is a medium of heartfelt oneness but not in a
expedient manner. Think is in all ways, a step forward but thought is always a
stall point step-back in return. Think in the emptiest of ways, hold vision as
empty of content. Let nothing distract you from immersion. No mind-grip to
attend. No recognition to justify. No page to turn. No account toward script.
Think is vast without handles and mindless bliss without demonstration or results
. . .
From an immortal perspective, experience is really only at
the façade stage of human development. That humans accepted time and space as a
dilemma and a conundrum is a peculiar means of proprietary involvement. And
this is done in such a convoluted way as if understanding, done in this style
is the lighted path, the means of evolution, and the holy grail of the prize.
Mind, in this method, is excess baggage on the journey. We, as those humans,
seem to want to take elaborate mental emblematic decals along that weigh more
than the self of baggage does! The need for a firm grip and gathered
wherewithal for travel are falsehoods but we have an identification prerogative
that, “as separate from”, we need to get from here to there in such a manner.
Hopefully this is not a genetic default prerogative. As if we were, say, a four
or six or twelve strand DNA, would this method of evolution be much the same?
From an immortal perspective, hardly the medium of understanding from twelve
strand DNA would be recognizable, much less the substance of the content. We
seem to render ourselves as pittance, and pursue symbolic metaphorical
representation as our preoccupation of being avoiding the discreet subtly of
one mind, one being, throughout the all of us as the universe both manifest and
does not occupying any matter. So many dimensions, so little represented in
mass. From an immortal perspective, the choir of the all-isness sings and we,
each individually, search for that choir book, the correct page number, the
timing that linearity offers as if that would yield the appropriate line while yet
unconsciously humming the melody in sync already but not self-realized as embodied
in the song…