More Mazubial Mutterings and Twitterings From Shivadam

"The Utopia of the heart is slightly less difficult to find than any utopia in the world, because the latter doesn't exist, while the former most certainly does."

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"If something seems true to the mind, it may or may not be; if it feels true to the heart, then it is. "

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"Great minds think alike; good hearts feel alike."

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"You don't have to live perfectly in order to be one with the love of God. A good heart is what matters. The purity is in the goodness."

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"I affect everything and everything affects me; this is living in the Sacred."

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Now + here = nowhere

Be here now!

:-)


--Shivadam--

I am the Universe

Hoping to learn
About the Universe,
I discover
I am the Universe
Hoping to learn.

-- Shivadam

Heaven and Hell

Heaven is hell depending upon one's expectations and attachments. A Psalmist once said “If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there” Psalm 138:8. Hell then is Heaven.

Where is heaven and hell? Up above? or Down below? Heaven and hell is wherever we make our bed and perhaps who we share our bed with. Presence is always Present which is our Present. Tat Tvam Asi — Thou art that!

"The difference between a snail and a loved-one is only that you don't love the snail." - Shivadam

To say there is something other than God...

To say there is something other than God, especially something like "evil" or "satan," is simply to blaspheme.

How could there be any other than One omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent Being? Whatever is beautiful is He, and whatever seems ugly, frightening, nightmarish, that is just as surely He, too, for if God is everywhere and all-powerful, then there can be no other.

It is possible to consciously merge with this awareness, whereby this condition becomes clear. In this state, it can be seen that even "falsehoods" are true, because Truth is the only Reality. To say, "This is true, but that is false" is simply to fail to observe that all is a manifestation of the One Reality, in which the illusions of truth and falsehood merely seem to take on apparent meaning.

When seen clearly, such dichotomies reveal only the workings of a human brain, its left and right, its dark and light. But, though it also is a manifestation of the One indivisible Reality, it too easily thinks itself its own reality. When that arises, it is as a red flag hoisted on the flagpole of the ego that wants to think it is navigating the waters of this life, solely.

Awareness, healing, consciousness, and genuine love arise when even the apparently horrific can be seen as the perfect outflowing of an infallible grace of Supreme Wisdom - a wisdom that provideth as need ariseth. The leaves falling from trees in the Fall, with all their colorful splendor, are no different than soldiers and civilians who perish in apparently purposeless war."

Life does not exist between birth and death. Rather, we are wise when we do not distinguish between these, because these distinctions appear to the mind - to our minds - but are no more different than "before" and "after" in a vast ocean of ever-present Now.

Shivadam 7.21.09

POSTING COMMENTS (aka Muttering)

I have received feedback that posting comments is difficult on this blog. I honor this feedback. At the bottom of every post you will see:

"Posted by John Hinton at 7:00 AM 0 comments Links to this post".

The word "comments" is a link that will take you to a comment box where you can mutter.

Madzubial Mutterings is an opportunity for the inner madzub to emerge. Even stone boys who dance to silent music played on a flute without holes can mutter. Set the madzub free!!!

NOW?

Has NOW become a thing, like any-old-thing? Another idea misconstrued and misappropriated into form and function?

If not NOW, when?

When is NOW?

Was NOW then?

NOW and then?

NOW is the time for all good men…

The power of NOW?

How NOW brown cow? How NOW indeed!!!

Power of k-NOW-ing.

The steeds of time blazing across the expanse of cosmic flux, fleeing, fidgeting and fighting our way to where we begin again and again…

NOWness, k-NOW-ing-ness appears locked on the treadmill treading and milling about in endless circles of conformity, deformity, the enormity… do we get off or stay NOW?

What if NOW were a verb? Action -- NOW, condition or state of Being -- NOW. Not stasis of being, believing, conniving, convincing, contriving… But imbibing, alive-ing, not striving, resting, fest-ing, nesting yet soaring into star fields of galaxies of k-NOW-ing, without going anywhere but NOWhere…

Living, moving, being, seeing, freeing, un-believing, untangling the umbilical cord of birth and rebirth.

Navel or novel?

New, old, timid, bold, cold?

Once molten gold poured in molds of hardening castes of lesser stones and metals.

Dynamic flux–uating, precious undulating ore coagulating, petrifying and putrefying into commodes of contemptuous commodities. Universal oddities, curiosities stacked on shelves that are covered with the dust and crust of time. A voiceless mime, no rhyme no tenor, no basis no exit?

Until…

NOW rushes in remakes, unmolds, liberates, pollinates and aerates, un-creates, un-delineates, k-NOW-ing!

All together NOW.

NOWing together.

WOW!

NOW!



madzubial in-definition subject to change: Now. (verb) the unabated, unconstrained continuum of yin-less, yang-less being that has no reference point in time or space. the ever knowing, all pervading condition of unconditional nonexistence that flows through and permeates being and non-being freely. oneness, none-ness, zero-ness, sum-ness.

By chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
--George Harrison--
...mutter, mutter, mutter...

"God is a concept, by which we can measure, our pain".
John Lennon
...mutter, mutter, mutter...

What is GOD?

What is God that thou art mindful of Him or and the son of God, that thou visitest him? Dangling deities dutifully detracting from Presence. Delirious dogmas directing indirection. Heresy? hearsay? Religion is for those of us that have lost our way with – dare I say It – GOD.

Toward the One** – perhaps toward the None. The Tao bows and wows: “The name that can be named is not the eternal Name. Unnamed is the beginning of heaven and earth. With a name, the mother of all creation”* Perhaps, Names are mothers of bastard children who have lost their heritage, their kin, their ken. Name It and claim It, He, She, We, You or They? The felonious, erroneous flatulence of human hubris hurling and heaving indigestible food that we know not of.

Flags have impaled the mountains of molehills of meaningless maneuverings, positioning to claim the un-claimable, un-scalable. Eternal bloody wars waged by unprofitable, non-prophets, prophesying, promising, proposing, supposing and disposing of all opposing the disclosing of that which is unspeakable. Maiming and proclaiming divine authority. Canonical cannons of cascading calumny bombarding billions with treacherous truth that lie as bodies of the victims lay cold upon the earth.

…Yet the melodious madzubial mutterings from the inner well of being that nullifies the poisoned penned words that are scribed by inkless quills from featherless birds. The crazy talk that heals the sick and fills the poor in spirit. The lingering longing for merging with the emergence of the still, sweetness of Presence.

The sound of silence.

The voice of the turtle is heard, as flowers blossom in fullness of times. In the Garden, the sweet fragrances, the unutterable beauty where no words are needed while the Voice of supernal sweetness that saturates the sensual stillness. Love, harmony, beauty the only Being**… perhaps not a Being, just Being? No God -- only God? …undifferentiated, illimitable, un-nameable, un-man-agible, untamable, unrelenting, un-repenting, un-consenting, concealed yet un-concealable. Everywhere, no-where, no-how, no-why, no-when, no-who. Just no-thing, yet everything. To feel is for real***.



*http://sedulia.blogs.com/sedulias_translations/2006/02/the_name_that_c.html
**From the mysterious madzub Hazrat Inayat Khan’s invocation.
***From the marvelous madzub, Joe Miller.

Madzubial Mutterings

Beginnings of the mad mutterings in the continuum life and death as defined by the indefinite delusions of this existence. Laying to rest the notion of certainty, solidity, and solemnity in the swirl of passionate musings out from absurdity of surety and correctness. Thoughts move and bend and restructure, to reconstitute into more pointless points of view. Lights like lightning flashing, divine flashbulbs of primordial wisdom that has no beginning no end...ill defined, and much maligned by the darkness that knows it not. We sons and daughters, yin and yang, blown through karmic craziness, dust, cosmic dust in the great desert within the oasis of timeless, motionless, crystalline joy. No sorrow, no happiness, no today, no tomorrow. No now.