Riffin' On Rabbit Chasin'

“I am the goal, the sustainer, the master, the witness, the abode, the refuge, and the most dear friend. I am the creation and the annihilation, the basis of everything, the resting place and the eternal seed.” 9.18 Bhagavad Gita The Most Confidential Knowledge

Talk about enigmatic… in the midst of everything only some things embody everything in that beautiful way that inspires one to resonate with the fundamental truths deep at the core of sense reality, and this is only at particular, serendipitous, times, at that… such is the notion that ‘beauty is fleeting’ I suppose, and the peculiarity that is woman…who is perpetually beautiful, becomes pronounced…

To be crass, the miracle here today is that Krishna phrases this all in terms of “I am” rather than simply “I” (ex: “I…the goal, the sustainer,..I the creation and the annihilation..”). “I am”…? You, am! I know that I, am. This is what individuals

do…they “I am”.

The constitutional position of the psyche at any given moment shapes our response to the phenomena we experience so deeply that it essentially shapes our personal experience of the world, our world, this I am amounts to…the “I am” is “the goal”, “the sustainer”, “the master”… the vehicle for the salvation we project onto images of the Divine…who are real and often times do, in time, come around and honor these devotions in some fashion…

The “transcendent mysteries” of the “Divine” which shower their “opulence” onto the “blessed”… these are the trials of life. We’re all in the thick of that immensely, proportionately, no matter how we frame that. The potency of spiritual curriculums often percolates down to them touching upon this framework effectively, as it is universal, yet somehow rarely expounded upon socially.

This is our vehicle in regards to effective living…this shadowy underside to material existence that is stupefying simple when glanced at directly and remains enigmatic largely in its ability to defy binding rationales and constructs, It and It alone, by Its very definition…

Somehow it is the “I am”…which gets into some weird, shamanic, we are of the void, we have one foot in this world, one foot stuck in a chasm between this and the other, stuff, and the unconscious brain ends up being innuendo for God the Father and Freud turns out to be an inside job, and academia is aesthetic more than it is laborious.

But playfulness aside, the dynamics of life are as such that you turn inward and find...everything...and that its from this center that your actual life flows from/manifests towards. It's that situation in a hall of mirrors where a reflection of a reflection is reflected in the other reflection and it goes on endlessly- as above, so below..."creation" in the Biblical sense of it...it transforms the face of this Earth in a critical way. We're living it, but conscious cultivation of the awareness of as much is crucial, and while it's hard to boil down to shorthand, when circumstances dictate that they do, our platform is that the individual is cosmic and strange...and that salvation/liberation/happiness lies in the personal exploration of this more than anything else.

No one is all that concerned but to speak on the record... this is the place where the church starts to win loyal, mature Jesus freaks back...once the sheep mosey away from the flock and spend some time as the esoteric shop... which is the parable in and of itself.