Principles of One and Zero: Tactical Breathing



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The One (universe)

A self contained volcano on the edge of eruption, infinite potential uncontrolled destruction. Kali Yuga. I don't live in a state of serenity with a clean, clear mind. But i be contemplatin' what that might mean.

'Cause i need all the help i can get. I got lifelines. A constellation of satelites, geometric reference points, floatin' 'round my head, pulsing with the environment. Anyway ...

Principles of One are like:

1. First things first. Do what needs to be done now.

2. Prioritize. Determine that which is of highest value.

3. The best action is one. What is best is best for all spheres of influence.

4. The first step is the last step.

5. Consciousness is primary.

'Course if i say consciousness is primary, thats goin' toward the holographic universe or what Bohm called the holomovement. And the soma-significant aspect of the cosmos.

TACTICAL BREATHING i got from On Combat. This is a direct hand hold on bein' able to exercise whatever limited control a naked ape may employ in this world. Tactical breathing is individual, immediate and local, it is a first priority and of supreme value. Like yo' heartbeat, breathin' is an inward holon of the body/mind's holarchy.

Then there's the principle of zero, which aint 'bout nothin', er ... i mean its 'bout somethin' ... no, i mean it IS 'bout nothin', no thing. This matrix is wholly movement, nothing separate or static is found. All is allowed by the void of infinite potential. Well, hell, matter itself is just empty space. Goes right along with the revolutionary act of doin' nothin'.

The principle of zero 'bout the same as that of one, wholeness and movement. Like the conscious universe cliche, ya got the 'everything has buddha nature' bullshit, its already there, nothing you have to do first, nothing you can do.

I thinkin' the fundamental human impulse is one, driven by evolution to a higher, more complex, and better state through total rejection of that which is false (a principle of zero).

the cool thing 'bout psychological vivisection

The cool thing 'bout psychological vivisection is ya get ta see the flesh yield to the razor - blood pours, veins and arteries throb, bone cut, brain sliced.

Its how the universe works. This is just another evolutionary probe of the universe checkin' itself out, a test of consciousness, what is.

All this in an effort to remove the 'self'. Were the self removed, i wonder if the brain will immediately produce another (usually) or perhaps the environment will supply one (it'll try).

But, yeah, if there are human created threats to our survival, than they probably can be traced back to how our mind/brain functions. And, yes, i be lookin' in my own brain, finding the 'self' slippery and slimy and hard ta get hold of for any amount of time. If i do find it, it dissolves, disappears and comes from behind me and pops back up in my face.

So, maybe, if i back off a minute and just watch, maybe i can catch ... wait ... 'i' watch 'myself' ... how does that work? ... who watchin' who?

And if it is a brain centered nervous system watchin' a brain centered nervous system, does that imply you and i, on a deeper level than, say, mirror neurons?

And are mirror neurons being activated on a global scale by our technological communication systems?

Would this be good or bad, or something else? Might this be an opportunity for an evolutionary emergence?

... just another suicide note ...



Twisted Oak River of Skulls image from Art Predator

PART TWO

Just because i don' want my death to be a surprise, don' mean i wanna plan it either.

Part One here. Wow. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Anybody may look and judge 'better' or 'worse', but what i would say is just more intense.

My basic premise, my default mode always goin' back ta 'self' sacrifice, death, similar to the death of the 'self' so eloquently expressed over at Actual Freedom.

So, goin' on 'bout a year and a half, i lookin' back an' sayin' "Who was that fool? Me? What was i thinkin'?" Prob'ly somethin' like this here ... i thinkin' deep down inside me ...

Life one helluva beauty and abundance sometimes too hard to bear, 'specially with the attendant pain and suffering. But Hey! It really aint no problem. I see the exit door right there. An' all along i been tryin' ta point at the door as if it were humanity's saving grace ('cause i know its mine!).

Now. I aint really ready to go through that door willingly. But, well ... FUCK YEAH! I'LL GO THROUGH THAT DOOR! RIGHT HERE AND NOW. GODDAMMIT.

Its the same thing, not digitally or virtually but actually. All i gotta do is look around me and see the world without me innit. Thats the death of 'me'.

Its so much easier, nothing to do, nothing to be, nothing to say. Nothing to strive for. No effort. Also, nothing to fear. Thats freedom. Not being 'there' in the world.

'Cause basically i already see how, in the sense that the cosmos is momentary, i not all the way here now anyway, like a spiral whiff of smoke. Or rather i see when 'i' aint here, the bodymind fully present, inextricably embedded in the environment.

The 'self', mediating the energy/information flow between bodymind and environment, impedes the flow. This block produces excess stress and system failure.

I mean it fully understood, right? I mean by everybody already, right?

Our financial system is crumblin' all around us, taking our survival structures down with it.

We live in a totalitarian police state that is sending out autonomous assasin robot swarms and has the ability to surveil throughout the whole of space and time and has a set of charges prepared for us on demand.

The chaotic climate changes we have initiated are essentially unstoppable, so we fixin' to be livin' in a different biosphere. Will it be fit for human survival?

Its NOT understood by everybody. If it was, we would have less to fear. It IS understood by a select group of circle jerk eggheads. They understand the dilemma up and down, inside and out and they'll be more than happy ta tell ya all 'bout it.

So there aint really no mo' mysteries left. The mysteries that are left are all irrelevant, except one. How the hell we (we being my children and grandchildren) gonna survive? Not by tellin' the same old stories.

And we can't trust the authorities. The power of authorities, power we grant, controls human beings by pushin' emotional hotspot buttons in our brain - ourselves - images, ideas, glory and fear, violence and chemicals, social and psychological techniques - essentially blatant war tactics ... what happens when 'we' learn to push 'our' own buttons? Like rats in a cage, we kill ourselves.

with each pulse of the universe

what does it mean ... to say "The vibratory nature of the universe"? The essence of the universe is dual - there are always, at  minimum, two aspects of any thing, event, person, or action. At every level - inside or out from top to bottom, from atoms to dna to solar systems to galaxies, electrons and planets spinning, orbiting centers of energy, from beginning to end and back to the beginning. Breathe in breathe out endlessly with every heartbeat we resonate with the universe. Its all one entity that contains the polar extremes, male and female, day and night, master and slave, and every point in between. Each subtotality is representative of the totality - every part enfolds the whole as much as the whole unfolds all the parts - the holographic substance of the cosmos - consciousness - you enfold the whole within your brain and your brain unfolds the whole to your senses in unceasing rhythm. Unfolded the universe presents to the bodymind interface - life and the world. Enfolded, life and the world are nothing, silence, sleep, stillness, death. Thats the consciousness we have in common.

So with the outward pulse - the world - living vibrant planetary human existence in nature - wild and free - struggling with the control and containment that is civilization and technology - the world of man momentarily attempting to assert dominance over a cosmic seed, the Earth, human civilization a brief secondary starburst of memes following a primary starburst of dna seeking a stability in harmony with the cosmos in which it finds itself unfolded. So with the inward pulse, back to the source, the ground of all being, the implicit, pure consciousness, primary, out of which all energy and matter flows, the death of the separate self, the all, the whole enfolded in one. The enfolded and unfolded are never separate. They two aspects of one whole, right here right now, the known and unknown, within the silence and stillness of your brain, the focal point of all matter, energy, and spacetime - the common mind we all share.

And in that primordial soup of our common consciousness a replicator forms - thought - the self - in its initial exuberance, its creation - civilization, our present human culture - dominates the planet like the dinosaurs once did. The dinosaurs inability to adapt allowed a more flexible life form to arise and awaken and evolve into man. Thought is now creating circumstances in which it must sacifice the self to the next phase of evolution - which is full consciousness, the manifestation of the primary, the implicit energy direct from the source of the universe unfolded in this dimension - pure perception. Pure perception reveals right action with each pulse of the universe.

square one ... steady goin' back to the source

Downloaded a copy of my ebook today with the intention of loadin' on the site, but couldn't figure it out ... will probably call tech support tomorrow if i get a chance but i on days n twelves at that so we'll see. Tryin' to aggregate all my content in one place. i know its all clumsy and forced but i doin' the best i can with the knowledge and resources i got. But i guess all that really means is a lack of understanding. And maybe totin' around a crushing burden 24/7. If you only knew. But then i don't want you to because that would be evidence of my ignorance (to ignore) and stupidity (to be stupefied). That might prove "shameful" to my "self". On the other hand ...

i was listenin' to a friend the other day talkin' 'bout folks in  humiliating positions when i asserted "i like to get my fuckups out in the open quick as i can so the sooner i can repair and progress". (i steady drivin' for infrequency of event but acclompishin' the opposite.)  But once again ...

This whole thing just my education. So probably a whole lotta grinding failure punctuated by a transcendent moment ever so often. Anyway, it don't matter ... well, yeah, i mean but only in a material way. And don't try to tell the material is all that matters. i would propose the opposite. That it is the unseen and unknowable that is the only thing that could possibly create ... er, i mean matter. It'll always by that way 'cause the deeper we go the further we push the boundary. At least until we achieve singularity. (hrmmmph cough.)

Thats like when the guy reaches out to touch the mirror and his hand passes to the other side like there is nothing there. Could that be why the cosmos we detect is apparently empty of class one civilizations? Is the transition so difficult? Surely some folks will pass through if we start locally immediately to build a structure to bridge the collapse. Maybe we can do even better than that.

guitar

If ya see me playin guitar an' it sounds mechanical and uninspired, its precisely 'cause i still workin' on the mechanics of it. I played for a couple years 'bout 35 years ago and reached a higher level than i got now. In june '10 i got a beginners rig an' when i got home with it and tried to play i thought "this is a mistake", my mind still knew some stuff but my hand didn't even want to cooperate. But i did some grunt work for a while (keepin' in mind i was workin' 6 and 7 twelve hour days a week) and slowly got some bit of feelin' back. Now the darn thing been in the pawn shop awhile but i will never give up simply 'cause i love a guitar too much, the feel of it, the sounds - as primitive and crude as they may be.

Long after the days and the seasons, and the people and the countries, the flag of bleeding meat on the silk of the seas and arctic flowers (they don't exist).

Rimbaud