Riffin' On Contours

This existence that we live in, with all of its potentialities, is partitioned. Just as clear lines are instrumental in the rendering of individual things and the perception thereof, at all moments what need be done to bring all embodied beings, ourselves included, to a state of utter bliss rides our very bodies, amounting not only to the bodies themselves but the utter experience of said bodies. Clear lines have been drawn upon each successive moment, allowing the emergence of the next, giving form to the formless, and their internal order of reason is the very game that is salvation/sustainable bliss itself.

Reality, at every moment, by its structure, is a Lotus flower waiting to unfurl; we are the acting agents. Reality awaits a response on behalf of the embodied, a response the personal terms of each individual’s life are conditioning the individual towards performing, both in and with all that they do. Reality is a set stage, the dynamics of which induce God.

Clear lines have been drawn upon each successive moment, allowing the emergence of the next; this is our iceberg principle…at all moments the dynamics of life are about drawing what is below the surface, assuming the active side of Infinity is in the subtext...it's rarely the topic of discussion/focus.... into the clear light of day. This is what morality does, methodically, whether we realize it or not. This is what doing the next right thing does.

While God can be taught conceptually, there is no way to meaningfully “know” God in a dynamic way without achieving an obvious state of communion/singularity. You need to be God with the entirety of your conscious Being, with all that you do, to truly know God/satiate whatever it is that caused our hierarchy of needs to arise in the first place. Reality, at every moment, by its structure, is a Lotus flower waiting to be unfurled; the structure of each and every successive moment is about inducing this “Communion” with Source. We are a beautiful flower turned inward; the dynamics of life are about drawing it outwards.

This existence is rigged. This existence is partitioned. We live in a world of dualities, and balance it turns out arises not when darkness and light are equal, but when Love consumes hate. There are winners, and there are losers.

This existence, with all of its potentialities, is partitioned specifically in such a way that you could see two camps… the “impactful” and the “impotent”. Already, if we’re mostly talking about potentiality here, you can see how being “impotent” is self-defeating in a significant way…

This is my fire and brimstone *deep sentimental breath* *takes off hat to reveal that his greasy hippie hair has been treated with the beautiful fragrance of lavender oil* this... is my fight song…my take back my life song...

And this system really is lousy from certain fractured perspectives. In regards to the “impactful” there is really only one person on the guest list…the Source.

It’s in this way that there’s really only ever one Singular, personifiable, Source for everything positive embodied beings experience…whether that be medicine or interpersonal love or the coolness of a summer breeze caressing our greasy hippie hair…it was all the same thing, having the same kind of impact…it was the only impactful thing in this existence, the vibrancy of Life incarnate, God.

Reality with all of its clear lines is about drawing that out with the next response to the very moment at hand, however that plays out for embodied beings. It’s built perfectly, this life thing, in such a fashion that this is not only very possible, but across time grows most probable.

This existence with all of its potentialities is partitioned. We, as Human Beings, are will-driven creatures; as practical as it is to learn acceptance, its undeniable that we do best as creatures when we are propelled nearly entirely by self-will. It goes hand in hand with great social rewards…with great power comes great responsibility…with great responsibility keeping great power in check, more are called to the place in their lives in which they have both great power and great responsibility…the engine driving this machine is the elephant in every room, and it’s freewheelin’, cleaning up messes all the while. When we are propelled by self-will, everyone really wins.

Reality is structured as such that we need really purify our intent and have some rather saintly ambitions if we are going to ever realistically be…happy, especially in a sustainable way. If we are hardwired to be propelled by self-will, and we tend to actualize when we can be driven by self-will without being knocked off of our block by the spontaneous flow of circumstances, then a major focus of life shifts towards truly being a vesicle for Source in literally everything we do at all moments.

We need to be “impactful” to feel valuable and actualized as people, and how we really get there is not only by becoming a normal ass super good every day guy…it turns out that from an academic standpoint this is literally the same as becoming a “God”, and we do need to become “Gods” in some sense of it, and huge parts of our culture (like the ideating of the looseness and rancor of the rock n roll lifestyle as a necessary service we expect our rock frontmen to provide for the larger culture, while also holding these frontmen to stringent expectation in regards to setting an example which can and should be followed) won’t really make sense to you until you realize the audacity inherent in the dynamics of existence itself.

We are the matador teasing the bull with our dumb, red ass capes. We are the frail, the sick, the perpetually addled, the just plain dumb, the lonely, the ugly, fringer hairstyles, all schemes asymmetrical …and we are immortal, much stronger than the Opiates, colder than the cold that forces itself into our bones, much warmer than the fevers in our skulls, a bunch of flippin’ freaks unknowingly tinged in the inevitability of glory, manifest, humbuckin’ around, full of grace…

And, uh, life, uh, finds a way.

People really don't understand the concept of the Dionysian transcendence...