Blessed World

>note the references to the Samkhya Karika are sourced from Bawra and Bhasya

The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism sourced from Corbin, Pearson, et al. mystics<

I love life. Nature. SPIRIT. I also love yoga, but in the end, I do not entirely agree. For to me, Natures heart is Sentient. Or has Samkhya perhaps not been effectively translated over time, culture, and through language?

I also do not base my arguments on a scientific world view. Rather, they are meant to be intuitive, and embodied, as an affirmation might. Can you then tell me an affirmation is wrong?

All has been said already tis true. It occurred to me that there is a book about “Gaia”. All this has been said long ago, and all I am is a conjunction, a pastiche of other peoples ideas. The academic anally retentive practice of getting commas right in sourcing seems to me a complete hypocrisy. What posturing ego (apart from old i) would claim otherwise?

So, sitting here tonight, wizened old man, all I relate is how these things seem to ME.

Timeline: according to the Samkhya Karika, there is Spirit. Unmanifested Nature. SPIRIT, in order to liberate Nature, pervades her. The two dance. Nature causes mind, with its gateways into the senses through which comes the physical realm. In Samkhya Spirit “animates” Nature. Nature is Spirit’s vehicle: it is this that I disagree with.

A “horizontal” timeline or “geography” (Pearson’s rendering Corbin). To look at it this way, we are caused to see how this evolved from that. Even if we think human corruption could dissolve anything, any Spirit, or Causal Nature, it is only the belief of the ego. For that’s where thus is headed – into the moral, emotional realm.

The physical realm of feeling was abandoned by philosophy long ago. Aristotle believed it was not logical, and could not really be studied in that way. Tho I think ethics is emotion, and much of politics. And I think without an acknowledgement of emotion, the human race is much worse off.

Samkhya would have it that Nature is not conscious, only Spirit is. I believe this is a cis male concept, one which, like Dylan’s line “and the princess and the prince discuss what’s real and what is not” – is privileged. And forgive me, I can’t directly quote the author, but know they are an African American writer (bell hooks?) it doesn’t see, “both sides of the tracks”.

How then, does Nature have consciousness? And how is she not just there to serve Spirit? How is she sovereign of Herself?

First, I’m trans. And if anyone would say to me, “you can’t pass”, or, “well act your part” I say to them, “who do you think you are to question my self understanding based on societal norms?” But that has evolved from human contingency. So has my understanding which is why, given the discrepency between my beliefs and society’s, when I attempt to philosophise its always personal.

Second, through martial arts, kali and muay thai, up is inward, again Corbin through Pearson, and the Persian mystics, and their metaphysical notion of “vertical geography”. Being aimed north requires a north pole, an axis. The INDWELLER, the axis, is approached horizontally. With blessings from hearts. Think of it as a gravitational seat, hearts as gravitational pull. That’s the journey. Evolved consciousness through which aging Nature looks out from, within.

I could all day “teach a man to fish” be the Deputy with fishing as my goal, my north pole, in my game. To have evolved the digital realm, to feel then into the human experience, without pretence “to make this dock my home”. Spirit sits. The game changes, following a horizontal.

How I wind up there, playing it could be called chaotic, wierd, unthinkable, a paradox, life, a miracle. I could assign each title, yet still wonder at the beautiful landscape, the horizon backdrop of Hope County. My place among all this chaos of the intellect? How does that make the Deputy feel?

Ultimately, secularism, through even a game, leads one back to fundamental questions about Nature and Spirit. Where then is mind? Being that between brain and unmanifested Nature, how do we get back, horizontally, to the beginning?

Mind, I believe, contains heart. Much like the Buddhist heart-mind. On an intellectual level you can’t go back, but, embodied, the heart is kind of like a source, linked in.

The heart, so overjoyed, so digitally gleaming at the world, so in love with Nature herself.

If the mind cleaves the waves for a fisherman, the heart is the sea. We, thinking our modern selves atop the wave, fall in love with the narrow and shallow.

The heart, unloved, is dying. The extinction of our ancient humanity. Perhaps it’s the whales, unloved, luckless, who will be our undoing? Our humanity down the throat of a whale. An oil baron with his harpoon, sniffing round our empty husk of a heart, for carcasses of light, sinking to the bottomless pit…

or perhaps life is not certain, and certainly never has been and can we dare to dream?

light?

where do we look?

The TV is not wrong, it’s just not right. I found light in my Russian Blue guardian angel. I can’t declare myself to be right, as I’m lucky, is all. Light, find light. Find yourself, INDWELLER.

Without is not wrong, it’s just not right. And now that Louie is gone, alone, I go toward the center, INDWELLER. Lucky is all. Certain facts, we think we can bend, like rays of light (forgive the language. However “bent” will never be “straight” the connotations of which language I have always had a problem using).

Take me (my favourite example). Loving Life, Nature – so much, I sought every other way not to turn away from Nature. I thought I could bend the universe, make my existence my own, recreate my own soul from the bottom up. Yet i – we aren’t God/dess or Spirit or Nature. Our eyes evolved from them. This is That.

I remember one of my lecturers had a great idea. She got us to compare mythic creation stories with the Big Bang Theory. The ancients saw things very differently. However, we evolve the consequence backward. We see an atom, and therefore we divide backward, shattered dream.

The ancients saw a fruitful multiplication. The Samkhya says the universe expanded from our sight and touch, water trickled from our ears, and the universe existed because God Thought. I would add the universe blossomed with the aging oak-Wisdom of Nature.

Buddha said to Arjuna something like where does a blown out flame go?

Under layers of mind, a digital headache, what does Suvi do when I turn off Mass Effect? Does she try to configure God? That is where it goes, the mind that is, to wondering these things.

>consult yourself<

A broader horizon could perhaps help Jack get a better footing on the beanstalk and so he climbs upward, more sure, at the centre of his own story, more sure, more sure

Perhaps the Samkhya and Plato would say the beanstalk, Nature, leads Jack to the higher Truth, but isn’t sentient itself. It’s green, it’s heart, without full consciousness it would NOT exist. To some cis men, women are plot devices.

HEART is a part of Nature. I would argue heart is more Primordial than mind.

>O I can’t prove it, Aristotle was correct, but it doesn’t require PROOF, it was before it<

If we accept we are we, light through light, pure light to pervade light, darkest light: Nature, (Feist) “lighter than air” like a fairy dancing on a mushroom, the Hindu flute in hand, upward and ever upward, earth’s verticle dimension.

>mental gymnastics, Cal<

Get good at martial arts and – EVERYTHING. Be good: why? Ever been separated from God/dess? I have. Tis NOT. Tis dissolve, negative, a pure negativity. I can say Nature pulled me out. With love. The heart of compassion, journeying for all her love: ave maria (stop obsessing about sex).

Journey to the beautiful, love lights light, lights God/dess digital shapeshifting conscious rhythm, looking for a song: ave maria.

Come, Cal how is that atall scientific? Doubt it’s even logical. To which you could say yes, it’s not restricted, bound, and dominant.

How to ever get that image out of my head?Ave maria! Sophia in crisis! Danger immanent. The heart racing, the film creeps toward the ending, and you’re rooting for the protagonist, and realise, like in some movie within a movie, that youre the EgoKing keeping Sophia captive.

The mind wants Sophia (yes, even sexually). The Gnostics said Sophia is Wisdom. Philosophy to journey from science to wisdom, a loving intelligence from long ago.

Sophia is not Nature, tho. I use her as a good guide, to heart. In Nature lies INDWELLER. I don’t want to replicate a completely male godhead with a female one – achieves nothing beyond an intellectual pursuit. Of love. Which is wierd cause I’ve known many cis males who are more compassionate than a lot of cis females. My own equation is that I think of Ultimate Beauty as female, but I’m aware of my own inherent bias.

My thought ventures, journeying, and I digress. Nature Spirit! Plants, indwelling outward. Spirit corporeal. Plants, reaching up, and my heart responding: how is Nature not sentient?

Campbell said, life “grows”, and that is its meaning. Very atheistic material capitalistic. Spirit grows in life, like the Samkhyan egg. The egg is never just Spirit, but is Natural. The two are like a chemical reaction, a perfecting explosion out and in again, as it grows old. The secret is a boon. Our gift.

a mist, in rolls our mortality…and the grotesque procession inches closer: cursing, casting die, convulsing, misshapen: death and decay like a sardine squeezed in post s/11: the picture of 21st century democracy

I’m sitting alone, thinking this picture in my brain, but it no longer depresses me. My heart, my chest, grow older, an old man already, of how many lives? He looks in but he gets to an hazy edge where he need no longer look. He’s just rising without fear of falling, this cloud all around that supports him. He loves. So much. So many. His existence, blessing. The world, so deep, all around. He loves – himself.

Cal Kalve

26/10/23