Riffin' On Fountainhead....somehow, still...

                “The endeavoring transcendentalists who are situated in self-realization can see this all clearly. But those whose minds are not developed and who are not situated in self-realization cannot see what is taking place, though they may try.” 15.11 Bhagavad Gita The Yoga of the Supreme Person

                “The whole cosmic order is under Me. Under My will it is automatically manifested again and again, and under My will it is annihilated at the end.” 9.8 Bhagavad Gita The Most Confidential Knowledge

                To be somewhat crassly blunt, a “yoga” is a discipline, a “process” by which to ensure a particular end is achieved through karma (action) in what is, ultimately, although this is a very difficult thing to experience in a lucid way as an adult, and is virtually equated with having a “spiritual experience”, an infinite universe in which the acting agent is, theoretically, capable of doing anything that an omnipotent being within the frameworks would be capable of…through an effective engagement of the “Transcendental mystery” at the heart of phenomena, which sees brought upon one a living state spiritual traditions revere, a state known by many names (“trance”, “samadhi”, “ecstatic vision”, “communion with the Father” “Communion with the Source” “Christ consciousness/Oneness with” “Enlightenment” “Unconditional love, manifest” etc.) and all cultures. The emergence of the truth as Divinity, the Source of as well as Orienting force of the Universe…is a universal phenomenon in social collectives…when beings get together to live in a social unit, It emerges culturally as religion/spirituality….technically it’s the core of all of the disciplines and modalities of the culture…all but expressions of…

                Tangents aside, today’s passage is from the chapter of the Yoga of the Supreme Person and that is a Yoga which sees growing into One’s ideal Self as one ought in the very moments they are gifted, moment to moment, as growing into the image of the Beloved, of God. It’s, from certain vantage points, crassly simple…to be “situated in self-realization”…to see “situations” themselves as a tool of God by which the destined Self, the spiritually actualized Self, comes to the forefront of the psyche…is to posture oneself in a place in which they can actually see “what is taking place” in life. This is a persistent state of communion, effectively, in regards to the experience of life moment to moment, albeit communion remains the point of reference in regards to seeking, moment to moment within said life, simultaneously within hand and just out of reach.  Connection to God is what is within hand, and the unraveling of service to their fellow man is that which is driving them forward, like Adam’s fingertip painted upon the inner dome of the Sistine Chapel, “Biblical” creation yet unfolding…

                In regards to today’s second passage, it helps to know that “time”… “creation” itself, even, that these things are regarded as ultimately “beginningless”, in addition to simultaneously being “without end”, by the Gita, as they are ultimately just emanations of the Source, who is Eternal. Being bound to the tenets of mortality is that which solidifies Beings in patterns of suffering as they live, and this bondage is that which ensures they will seek relief from Spiritual Truth in their time. This will see them engaging cultural systems which teach them to engage eternity and become “One” with it, while still a mortal being somehow very much not eternal in all aspects material. In some sense, it is a delusion, one culturally reinforced if not outright culturally instilled, in the first place, the notion that we aren’t eternal…if you really think about it, it’s not the sort of notion that comes easy to young people, who simultaneously act, and are, in many ways, virtually indestructible. In fact, in many ways, culturally, we have to effectively hammer the notion into people’s heads that they are not, in fact, eternal… there must be some inherent truth to the sense that we are.

                And in many ways, in any way, theoretically, we are above it all, so to speak, and cryptically seem to grow ever the more so until a certain threshold is hit, often in the very very late stages of life, as the limitations associated with ageing grow even, so this living stuff we’re doing, it must be worth something… we rise above it all, truly. And the second passage is about how much is so… we are yo-yoed from some delusional sense that we don’t transcend the very institution of suffering/imminent mortality/unavoidable physical degradation to the realization that we are personally of a power far beyond which the universe could even house/display, and that we are moreso witness to our passing than we are subjects to it, simply by the  merits of having accumulated the experiences to trek it there. Such is birth and death, such is what it does to Beings…because it turns out that all Beings are offshoots of something which was not born and does not die… the sheer disconnect forces the truth to the surface in a culturally awesome fashion, creating all sorts of drama and comedy and music and outright babies and what-have-you…It drives us.  We are but the Word, and expressions of…

                There are many here, psychologically, this lucid place we’re suddenly in,  who are placid and serene (boring), here to attempt to re-orient this grand narrative of the times…to re-orient the dominant culture pervasively somehow to a place in which it isn’t all a sick joke, where we aren’t teased by intolerable fears which outright mangle our very bodies…where instead of some sort of sick, dark carnival, the angels lay it all at our feet while blasting heavenly trumpets… and I think that they do not get the joke.

                By all means, become directly conscious of the situation, because the fraction does need to be reduced…but fire this thing off as sarcastically, with as much justified, pent-up, systemic tension, as you can wrack up… it is always hilarious… and is mostly how I spend my days off at the moment, like some sort of morose fly frenzied around the bulb, laughing at internal orders of reason that equate the “idyllic” with cow farts.  

        Do you not yet understand the rare archetype…forever on island time…an image of disproportional opulence…exotic and far-removed from the norm while squarely concerned with nothing but, to His charm… the renouncer who just couldn’t get away… the bachelor yet caught…

There’s an inherent absurdity as He is already, yet…there is no journey of Self to be taken, but the social journey to the Other inflection of Self…and yet there appear to be no evident signs of it, other than the internal swelling of emotional certainties that somewhere, at the base of the iceberg, It has begun… that there are transpirings imbued with an inexplicable sense of cosmic mirroring, and that the great, predictable, familiar, somehow non-sequitur has begun once again… the season of the witch…

  Witchy, because the newness, the emerging interpersonal connection, completely challenges the normal material models of the universe as well as the self-contained Self, and imply that we are boundless/have some access to the powers of omnipotence, for the sake of gain in our personal lives at that…  

To live one’s truth is to grow to a scale in which the very weight of the moments at hand inflect cosmic.