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On Beyond Beliefs: What Is Self-Realization?

image "Morning Sliver Moon Jet in the Desert"

When I ask myself this morning, where am I, this being on this…whatever it is: this “pathless path”, this understanding (for the benefit of the reader, I didn’t actually say that to myself but was reflecting wordlessly, but wanting to write it, as a practice)? So-called Self Realization is both the simplest thing and the…

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No Body No Problem

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Neither scenario or worldview that society hands us, make any sense: neither the religious model nor the scientific one: 1. That a loving benevolent God out there or in another dimension or behind things, created us and the universe out of nothing, only so that we could suffer, fight for survival and die, and create…

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What is Real? Sailing On The Sea Of The Unknown

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“…a non-mental [material] world is inevitably abstract.” – Bernardo Kastrup “No question can be there regarding the time, place and cause of the origin of this world, for these themselves are part of the world, for these themselves form parts of the world. The question seeks to have an explanation of the whole in terms…

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Matter and Acceptance

Matter and the world is an abstraction. What we actually know, directly, is awareness, consciousness, Being, whatever you want to call the nameless formless we Are: what every thing appears in; the continuity behind the change, the solid ground behind the appearance of a body, mind and world. Physicists haven’t been able to find matter…

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On Beyond Back-To-Nature Philosophies

Listening to a popular “animal communicator”, I realized the core issue with what she was saying. While I appreciate what they do with specific animals and species, and it touches my heart deeply (I love animals, and plants, and minerals…), there is an assumptions and an attitude about humans and the planet and Life and…

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Is Being an Embodied Being a Fall from Grace?

I was cleaning the living room windows this morning, and noticed I could never get them perfect. They always had some kind of streaks or fog when the sunlight hit them, no matter how much I wiped them. It occurred to me the windows were metaphors of the limits of expression of clarity and the…

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