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Michelange Quayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501737044313357311noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128824262023873984.post-12152862387012289792019-05-21T10:55:00.002-07:002019-05-21T10:56:08.896-07:00What is Your Pain? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>What is Your Pain?</b><br />
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Reading this is can be a challenge.</div>
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Reading this can be a release, </div>
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from emotional pain…</div>
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because, </div>
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Emotional pain isn't pain –</div>
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it’s fear of pain being performed</div>
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<i>as though</i> one was, is or will be in pain.,</div>
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performing pain right now. </div>
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If one looks at, feels into, listens closely,</div>
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the raw feeling of so called emotional pain, what is there?</div>
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We are thinking certain thoughts as the mind.</div>
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We are responding a certain way in t eh body. </div>
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Certain feelings – a sensation that we think know</div>
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so well that it need not be investigated,</div>
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a sensation so important it dare not be questioned,</div>
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a sensation so urgent, there’s no time to waste –</div>
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this response must be responded to, as fight, as flight,</div>
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to be performed as anger, as sadness, as depression.,</div>
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and don’t you dare question that performance.</div>
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We are so engrossed in this critical performance</div>
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that we forget its gestures are a seeming habit,</div>
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a learned skill, a learned response, a signpost</div>
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flashing DANGER, PAIN, HELP ME – a distress signal,</div>
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but still just a signal, even as a feeling, without the</div>
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habitual label, without the habitual performance in</div>
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response to certain bodily signals unquestioned</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it wouldn’t even be
recognized as a sensation –</div>
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not even painful.</div>
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But unquestioned this signal about a signal about</div>
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a past distress that warns of a distress to come,</div>
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this newsflash, this personal gossip, this</div>
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rolling rumor gathering force is a metaphor </div>
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come alive, telling us what it is, telling us why it is.</div>
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telling us who we are. </div>
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It is a taboo to investigate the role play of pain.</div>
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As it is a convincing voice in the role play of being</div>
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oneself, a present moment signal in the response set of
being </div>
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oneself. </div>
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Without your pain, who are you? What are you?</div>
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When are you?</div>
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What are you doing right now?</div>
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Can you take responsibility right now?</div>
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Can you admit that you are doing this,</div>
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you are always doing this,</div>
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pretending “it happened to you”?</div>
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A sort of self hypnosis,</div>
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a doing, pretending to be a happening,</div>
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Can you admit, embrace,</div>
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and shall we dare say enjoy</div>
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the ability to respond? </div>
Michelange Quayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501737044313357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128824262023873984.post-86230095601810206102017-04-11T20:49:00.003-07:002017-04-11T22:08:13.121-07:00role play<br />
<span data-offset-key="br1sd-0-0"><span data-text="true">there is nothing but role play, at any given time, in any given direction, running in place, and getting there on time - an all together infinitude of thoughts and gestures, neuron migrations, memes on the move, muscular habits in concert, singing songs they think that they thought that they thought that they rehearsed, right now. the songs are singing about a singer. the memories are remembering someone who's remembering. thoughts are thinking about a thinker. actions are acting as though there is an actor, right now, as reading is reading about a reader. everything else is a dream. everyone else is news, anecdote, warning or fantasy. but you here and this here is so real, that it's not happening at all, so real that there's nowhere to rehearse for the rehearsal, the drums are already talking. the masks are already dancing, they rejoice - at play, at war, at love, at home, abroad, above and deep down below, in the earth, between your fingers - look through them, so very dead and alive, for the very first time... </span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="br1sd-0-0"><span data-text="true">"lamentation!" </span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="br1sd-0-0"><span data-text="true">these are the very last tears you'll ever cry.</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="e4et4-0-0"><span data-text="true">whatever I think about the world,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="492dc-0-0"><span data-text="true">whatever I think about life,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="dj6ad-0-0"><span data-text="true">whatever I think about death,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="a55ar-0-0"><span data-text="true">whatever I think about the future,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="4v7bb-0-0"><span data-text="true">I'm thinking it</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6f814-0-0"><span data-text="true">whatever I think about the past,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="c1pou-0-0"><span data-text="true">I'm thinking it</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="ccfjo-0-0"><span data-text="true">whatever I think about you,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="aeitm-0-0"><span data-text="true">whatever I think about my self,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="cnstj-0-0"><span data-text="true">I'm thinking it</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="d9kpr-0-0"><span data-text="true">whatever I think about thought,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6a8th-0-0"><span data-text="true">I'm thinking it,</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="9j5t3-0-0"><span data-text="true">without beginning, without end,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="elibm-0-0"><span data-text="true">beyond words, beyond thought,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="elibm-0-0"><span data-text="true">call and response,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="e64td-0-0"><span data-text="true">we are a relationship,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="adbs9-0-0"><span data-text="true">with relationship,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="8hsd2-0-0"><span data-text="true">utterly responsible,</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="5db2m-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span id="goog_1054606922"></span>exquisitely awake<span id="goog_1054606923"></span></span></span></div>
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Michelange Quayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501737044313357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128824262023873984.post-82547070487956980942017-04-02T22:30:00.000-07:002017-04-02T22:30:08.204-07:00there is a place<br /><span class="text_exposed_show"></span>
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"there is a place, a location, that you come back to in your dreams,
from time to time, and in the dream that place is familiar. When you
awaken, if you take the care to inquire gently, you remember that it is
even more than familiar. and when you remember to remember that you've
been here before, it's so much stronger than deja vu - you know that
place is real. You've been there before, again and again, in detail. And
you're back, right now, as you read this. This is real. M<span class="text_exposed_show">ore
real than dreams, more real than reality, because both "here" and
"there", you know that place, you know without knowing how you know - a
real memory of the reality beyond memory - located at the heart of
memory itself, beyond which is like a wellspring - the place where we
remember things is the same place where we see things is the same place
that recognizes places and faces and traces of traces is the very place
we call home again and again."</span></div>
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<span id="goog_763078060">"All teachings are prisons if believed in, but doorways if practiced" </span><br />
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<span id="goog_763078060">The so called modern perspective relates to models as though they are truths, </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">while the traditional, organic, animist perspective relates to models, </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">to spoken</span><span id="goog_763078060"> words, signs, objects, masks, dances and song </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">as vectors of experience</span><span id="goog_763078060"> in the fathomless present</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">- a dialogue with the invisible.</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">Without pretending to understand, or to map, or otherwise theorize,</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">the focus could be on tone, emphasis, impact - function. </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">Here, Words are used to provoke -</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">call and response. </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">So, if we become interested in how tone, rhythm, emotion, and context,</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">especially relational context affect the model, affect the word, affect the "mind", </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">we might ask, is it even important to model the "mind"?</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">is it important to model the "self"?</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">is it important to "decode the past"? </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">is it important to model the emergence and resolution of "trauma"?</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">is there even such a thing as a psyche?</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">is there even such a thing as an unconscious mind?</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">is there such a thing as a conscious mind?</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">can thought ever know what thought is? </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">Aren't all models of the mind, of trauma, of experience, of identity</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">lies</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">... more of less pertinent and penetrative</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">based on who speaks them, to whom, and how, </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">in what context, in service of what emotion,</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">to conjure what experience?</span><br />
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rather than asking,<br />
<span id="goog_763078060">"What Do I Believe?",</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">we might ask </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">"How Do I Believe?" </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">If somehow we're always lying </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">perhaps the only</span><span id="goog_763078060"> question </span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">we can truly ask right now is,</span><br />
<span id="goog_763078060">How Does This Feel? </span><br />
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<br /><br />Michelange Quayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501737044313357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128824262023873984.post-10656482234138188612017-02-25T01:40:00.001-08:002017-02-25T01:40:13.234-08:00a pure mirrormaybe the most profound insight<br />
of the ancestral worldview <br />is that the world is a view -<br /><br />that consciousness is endless and beginning-less <br />but awake to us and personal to us and creative through us -<br /><br />every word, gesture, memory and context,<br />powered by emotion - <br />a spectacle charged with meaning,<br />an operating system of colored links and icons,<br />
textures to thoughts to feelings to meanings,<br />
nothing pre-written and leaving no trace, self evident sensuality -<br />serpentine spiral of now chasing forever,<br />of here chasing there,<br />relationships in relationships,<br />a living metaphor,<br />a pure mirror,<br />
maybe <br />
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Every gesture we make appears as a context, a performance
which suggests an audience, an audience which suggests a stage, a stage which
suggests space beyond the stage, time beyond the stage, stretching out
infinitely, in all directions, an infinite, inscrutable ocean of meanings and
experiences that come into sharp focus at the crossroads of that single
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The invisible, the infinite, the bottomless, ungraspable
speaks when it speaks, as it speaks, about what it would speak through us. We
are the midwives of an immaculate conception – the possible become sharp and
dangerous right here and now, as our struggle as life against the great death.
So our very doing is prayer, our very speech is prophecy, our dance is creation,
our music is apocalypse, redemption, cliffhanger - axis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As we speak, it
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The Ancestors reach out to the Unborn through us, as our
deeds and misdeeds stretching out in both directions, countless generations. So
what are we doing, what are we saying, knowing, seeing, feeling in as much as there is truly
no life after death, nor death before life for us, only for the Ancestors behind us, only for the Unborn before us, in as much as it is upon our
memory that everything we love survives, it is only in our precious imagination that
the children of our thought arise? Are we waiting to get it right? Are we
waiting to be worthy? Are we hoping for perfection, while the house is on fire?
How are we doing, saying, seeing, and sculpting the mask that we are, knowing
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Self hypnosis. </div>
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you, and no one can see you,</div>
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and no one really knows you,</div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">What do you see down there?</b><br />
<b style="background-color: white;">What is going on, really?</b><br />
<b style="background-color: white;">Have you ever really asked,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">What Is Seeing?</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">Seeing.</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">Not "Pure" Seeing.</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">Not some other seeing,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">a better seeing, a worse seeing,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">a better being, a worse being,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">a better life, a worse life,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">than the one that being lived,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">the living that may not </b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">but rather </b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">And if up close,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">and in the endless distance,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">all our loves, fears, dreams,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">and awakenings,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">the entire world, and our</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">entire identity, an infinitude of</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">worlds, worlds of words,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">infinitude of roles, postures, gestures, </b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">metaphors, suggestions of placebos,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">movements within movements,</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">ungraspable, terrifying -</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">if all these movements are seen</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">and all seeings</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">What is going on really?</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">What is Seeing?</b></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">What do you see down there? </b></div>
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<br />Michelange Quayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501737044313357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128824262023873984.post-5431753444295269562016-05-10T22:36:00.002-07:002016-05-10T22:36:35.920-07:00teamwork<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Something's happening to us. Would we prefer to say that something is happening in us? Above us? Deep inside us? Aren't these descriptions just happening, too? Where are they happening - and most importantly, How? Is it ever even possible to know how things work, how the many parts inside us work together? </span><br />
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Are there even parts or systems, within us and around us, including us and affecting us? There seems to be a part of us responding to these questions in some way - quite spontaneously, with its own understanding, and that change might be described as parts affecting other parts, people affecting people, thought affecting thought - but right this moment the change that we are is sudden - inexplicable.</div>
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If we were to use words to describe the parts of us, the parts in us that are changing, responding, even now, reading these words, what words would we use? Aren't words parts too? And parts are just words. Can parts truly describe parts? Words describing words can't really say anything about what's going on. Yet that functioning is taking place even as we read this. Shifting. Searching. Working on us. Gaining ground. Convincing us that we are ourselves, instantly - and with proof of purchase, and detailed inventory - a breakdown in parts according to function describes parts in terms of parts. </div>
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Great chain of placebo. Great mirage of a mirage - shimmering. At any given moment we can't help but think we know, and think we think, for perception is so automatic, we may not even call it perception.</div>
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There's no such thing as perception.</div>
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A distinct response is taking place as we read this. I can feel it and you can feel me feeling it as a response occurs with you right now. I don't know what kind of response - what to compare it to. I don't dare say its happening within you, nor around you, or through you because I really don't know which part is the part of you listening to which part of me is talking, writing, function - so much activity, spontaneous relationship, there's no time to take stock, no stock with which to measure time, for there is no present moment that can frame and contain this seamless response that is occurring for us, reading this.</div>
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But, there is most certainly a response - The so called body. As emotion. The so called mind. As thought. Describing themselves as such. Thinking its feeling, feeling its thinking. Working as a seamless team. Once again, for the very first time, a body that thinks in part appears - sudden, whole, awake - a miracle.</div>
Michelange Quayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501737044313357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128824262023873984.post-56814680628205988382016-04-16T23:30:00.001-07:002016-04-16T23:38:18.136-07:00where we live<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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where we live<br />
is where we think from<br />
traveling without moving<br />
fearing without feeling<br />
dreaming without sleeping<br />
being without knowing<br />
coming without going<br />
arising while arising<br />
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recognizing home<br />
just up ahead<br />
because of<br />
because<br />
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where we live<br />
is where we remember<br />
the dream about a thing<br />
called dream<br />
a thought about thing <br />
called a thought<br />
a life about a thing<br />
called a life<br />
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where we live<br />
is no place like<br />
where we live<br />
is no one like<br />
where we live<br />
is solid and solid <br />
is where we're born together <br />
run and play awhile<br />
work and build a little<br />
grow old bit by bit<br />
and somehow die <br />
out of sight<br />
hand of slight<br />
held fast together -<br />
clasped,<br />
for never<br />
anything else but<br />
where we liveMichelange Quayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501737044313357311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128824262023873984.post-77411215613199560212016-03-03T04:40:00.002-08:002016-03-09T07:46:13.600-08:00into the night<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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who am i <br />
ask it beyond belief<br />
who am i <br />
ask it beyond shame<br />
who am i <br />
beyond beyond<br />
who am i <br />
who is writing this<br />
who am i <br />
who is reading this<br />
who am i <br />
who is thinking<br />
who am i<br />
ask it ask it ask it<br />
who am i <br />
who is asking <br />
who am i<br />
what is this<br />
what is happening<br />
what am i really<br />
who am i ?<br />
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your life is this cinematographic experience is a magical ritual is where the viewer allows himself, herself, itself to participate in the magic, in the involuntary magic, the irrefutable automatic technicolor of his life, her life, its life - in order to let it find its own way and its own rule, your very own rule and obey it is truly the whole of the law at this very moment and today mine is the following - i say unto you to find your rule at this very moment and follow it<br />
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how do i find it<br />
by finding it<br />
right now<br />
have you found it<br />
good<br />
have you not found it<br />
good<br />
have and have not<br />
have eyes and use them <br />
close those eyes at this very moment<br />
and at this very moment<br />
find it <br />
and follow it<br />
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watch it follow you. watch it walk in you. watch it dictate action. watch it breath your thoughts. watch it drip. hear it drip. feel it drip your life, drop by drop, whilst is transforms you<br />
beyond recognition<br />
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it's coming down<br />
right now<br />
all around us<br />
all over you and me <br />
and this might be<br />
just the beginning<br />
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<i>who are we really? right there. right then. if we don't know, if we do know, whatever we say is whatever we say and whatever we say comes into play, so let's play that its play ... and forget that we're playing, and see if that can give us just a little more space, and a nicer ride for those next to us, because those next us might be right next to us. </i><br />
<br />Michelange Quayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501737044313357311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128824262023873984.post-63968182579502146862016-01-10T21:00:00.002-08:002016-01-10T21:22:52.967-08:00 the light and the tunnel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black;">light then tunnel, then light then tunnel, closer and further to the life of death. what
if we're alive? what if we're actually alive? even if they're all dead, all of them but life. Waking up again and before, dreaming into what is as what was - every
second, third, fourth, fifth dimensionless, time less, space less,
words less than my single eye itself which is raw, blood and pulse, blinking a shutter speed unknown except by you, my only love. down here we are steel screaming, digging through hope, dirt, and changing, changing - does it matter? does it matter at all, since we're worming a hole to keep coming at us
more, and discover this first familiar face who is the very end of color, who is the very beginning of thought? fascination. a black hole. fascination. a white light.
more. ever more.</span></div>
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she never sleeps. there's someone downstairs from you that's awake before you're awake and awake as you fall asleep, awake while you dream, awake while you shit, while you shower, while you plan, while you speak, while you live and live and live again, she never sleeps. since she never sleeps, you can't know who she is, and can't know who she isn't, yet you are well aware that right now she hears everything you talk about upstairs, everything you do upstairs, every move you make, down to the minute you make it, knows everyone you've ever invited inside, and why. since she never sleeps, since she knows everything you know, you might say she's a part of everything you know. since she's heard everything you've said and done, you might say she's part of everything you say and do. since she's seen so much, heard so much, about what you do and who you are, she's probably way beyond judgement, way beyond criticism, way beyond opinion, absolutely impartial about which, what and why, yet intimately aware, intimately involved, and since she lives downstairs, she probably wants peace most of all - just like you. since she hears everything you say, even at the darkest hour, it might be interesting to start talking to her. who knows? since she's always here, always has been and always will be, and is here right now ... it might be an extraordinary thing to attempt to listen to her. what might she say?</div>
<br />Michelange Quayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04501737044313357311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128824262023873984.post-71249548503938243522015-12-20T22:41:00.004-08:002015-12-23T17:29:36.053-08:00listen closely<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you were to listen closely, right now... what would happen? What do we mean by "closely", when we ask someone to listen... carefully, or patiently, or intimately, or deeply, or whatever? It would seem that we're suggesting that if we "get quiet", we'll at last be able to hear things, experience things, as they "really are". We'll in the process be changed, and become "who we really are". Indeed, many who've compare themselves to who they imagine they should be, as meditators, yogis, athletes, business people, artists, students, teachers, and parents, for that matter, often reproach themselves for not being "good listeners".<br />
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This moral injunction to "really listen" presupposes that there's a true, purer reality that we're missing, ignoring - a real us, a real them, real communication that's being passed over, because we lack the sincerity, generosity, or maybe even character and will power to for once, "listen closely".<br />
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<i>Is it true?</i><br />
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Is there really something essential we're missing unless we get quiet? Awareness? The Self? Consciousness? Presence? Peace Of Mind? A Higher Power? A Little Voice Within? Something true, and noble and sacred - our true self, deep down there underneath the chatter and fear, a Real Sense of Purpose, maybe even the Voice of God, waiting for us to quiet our impishly disobedient "monkey mind"? <br />
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Why can't we ever get it right? Are we basically wrong? Are we ... sinners? As we hear ourselves ask this very question or reject this question and as we try to imagine ourselves listening closely to listening closely, we may notice that the question being questioned, and the thought being thought never sit still, keep shifting, and that as it moves, we move - movement just moves - spontaneous, unpredictable, incomparable, immeasurable.<br />
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<i>What is going on? </i><br />
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Could it perhaps be that this quiet has never been experienced before and so we have NO idea what awaits us in its unprecedented grasp? Maybe this is the first time we've ever listened quite this way, and perhaps this experience might therefore be encountered less as a mission, a burden, a challenge, known and mapped out, and more honestly as an adventure in the unknown, the always unknown, all around us, in every direction, alive and at work in this very thought that is thinking this very thought - alive. There might be the realization right now, while reading this, while listening with our eyes, reading with our ears, whispering closely with our inner mind, with the mind that narrates the story of a mind, that we have no idea what listening is. Maybe this has never happened before, and on the level of description, maybe this isn't even happening now. Prayer, creative visualization, meditation, contemplation, and hypnosis, by focusing the so called mind, and its so called focus, on an imagined aspect of our imagined life may begin to reveal to us that ...</div>
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do we see?</span></i></b><span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <i>Is it scary? Is it lonely? Is it
joyful? Are we angry? Are we lonely? Are we joyful? Are we nostalgic? Are we
fearful? Are we expectant? Are we in wonder? What is this life that’s passing
us by, passing through us, passing on the screen of the eyes behind our eyes?</i></span></div>
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are we focusing on right now and how do the lights up there on that screen make us feel? Can we
shift our focus to something that makes us feel worse? Just to see how that
works, just to see how that feels? Can we shift our focus to something that
feels better - just to know that we can, if we so choose? If we can’t seem to
entirely shift our focus, if we believe we’re too fascinated with one part of
the show to the exclusion of others, can we perhaps focus on just a small
aspect of that part of our focus? Perhaps we can then notice how that tiny
leverage, that tiny shift, that difference, that nuance, however minute, even infinitesimal makes us feel… </span></div>
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experience twice, is the same person even once. So as we look closer at looking
itself, it might be revealed that there’s no movie at all, no solid experience
as such, nothing at all down there - just our response to our response to our
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now we notice more and more that as we shift the music of our response by
shifting our so called focus, the tonality of our so called life, the emotional
color of our so called, so felt, so believed in world reinvents itself –
simultaneously, invisibly. Trickster, this life seems to shift so seamlessly,
it <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">reincarnates</i></b>
as though it had always been so, right now, forever -solid and true. Even as we
see through this and we come to experience our experience as nothing more,
nothing less than our response to experience - why do we still often feel
trapped, stuck, confused about confusion – stuck in the content, feeling bad
about feeling bad? Why does it seem so hard to feel good?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>May I ask it very simply? Someone, something
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our life is a thing, our self is a thing and it is solid and we know what it is, and we know what we know what we know. Yet the slightest shift in the movie can make us respond powerfully, shift our mood powerfully. Perhaps, if we become aware
how our focus appears as belief, how what we believe about our focus feeds itself again and again as the very music of how we feel right now, we might let go
of our interest in the content of our belief, and we might find our focus going to focus itself…
and how it feels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Believing that
shifting our focus is difficult and laborious feels a certain way. Believing
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When people say “deep”? or “deeper?”,
what do they mean? </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Are we living at the surface, and
there’s something more true, more real</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> “down there"? When we get down
there, will we have found the “real us”? Where are we, even now? Where is now? Is it even possible
to work on oneself or is the whole story of progress a mirage about a mirage? How can we ever truly compare ourselves to ourselves?</span>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Our only life in this moment is incomparable, perfectly seamless and invisible - boundless joys, intricate pains , our experience so real ... that it's real. So real that no one can feel us
but us, and perhaps not even. There is no friend who can know the joy and pain we know in friendship,
and no trace of that friendship. No one can truly recognize how far we’ve gone as we go deeper. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Perhaps “going deeper” is less about
moving someplace, or changing something </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">and more about seeing “underneath” the words we use. Seeing underneath the words that use us to describe our experience. We might begin to tangibly sense the very heat of the words, thoughts, images and ideas have on us at this very moment - right now. Perpetual self hypnosis, dream without a driver, we might sense that we are a compelling story improvising itself and although none of it is real, this very moment is exquisite. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We might discover ourselves, our whole wide world, our life, our endless relationships and repetitions, this quivering fragile now to be a perfect echo chamber of communication, instant karma of call and response, a feedback loop so
seamless that it is invisible, a drum beat where we ever dance to the often frightening music of our own footfalls. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">At this very moment, what is our<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> innervision</i></b>? Without knowing what that means, what anything means, what does this feel like now? </span>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Any approach to
getting intimate with oneself is as valid as any other, because the
content, words and images, are less real than how we feel about them right now. The words meditation, hypnosis, self study, therapy, prayer are less
important than what we do with any of of them right now, how we use them - to feel good, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">to feel good, <i>yes - to feel good.</i></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b>Hypnosis </b>is just a metaphor for
heightened communication, heightened learning, great affection. If our very reality is ever reshaping as we learn right now, what are we learning right
now? Where shall we go, now that we are free from the need to be free? If we start from what we want to feel, perhaps it doesn't matter that <i>we're not going anywhere else.</i> Perhaps it has never mattered who</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> we are, or where we are, or what is
happening, or what will happen, or what has happened, as we enjoy the growing suspicion that at any given moment we can learn to feel good, we
can learn to<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> go </span>deeper.</span></div>
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