Dan Mevil on the Level: You want profound?

Dan Mevil on the Level: You want profound?: "Most of what we know about the universe is based on wavelengths of light. Matter and energy can be expressed as functions tied to and based ..."

Authenticity Within

          I'm not waiting for the end, I'm preparing for the beginning.  Even as the moments devour the hours and anility begins to peek out from underneath our clothes, even when the time comes that we [humans] cease to exist as homeosapiens on this planet, even then [it] will not be finished.  Experiences happen in my life that often force me to remember being raised in a somewhat strict Roman Catholic household; as I recall I was so very terrified of "God" that I would pray to him nightly and sometimes even cry myself to sleep with visions of some foreboding darkness painted upon the backs of my weary eyelids.  As I sit here and recover these feelings from the anamnesis that has come to shape my being, I cannot help but relish in my sovereignty from the oh so familiar force that continues to elude so many of my peers from "enlightenment".  I choose not to believe that my friends and family are wrong in their mindset, if I were to deny the credence of the Christian belief system or any other belief system for that matter I would only be welcoming their certain resistance to my usually brazen denial of modern Western spirituality.  I am in no mood to debate, and I neither have the want or need to change the mind of anyone to agree with mine.  I have been studying mans existence within oneself for nearly 6 years now.  It is remarkable the paths that this decision of mine has taken me.  Over these years I have allowed myself to be inundated with the credo(s) of some seen, some unseen masses.  Still, there is something not complete.  Why am I obsessed with finding someone or something that thinks these thoughts like me?  This is me searching for the words to tell myself that I'm not crazy.  That I shouldn't run to the closest church and beg for mercy.  "Because crazy people don't know their crazy, Jorjia."  Right?

This is a juicy love affair with life. This is life lived in absolute fullness. This is a collapse into the aliveness of everything. This is raw, uncensored, unfiltered reality.    Jeff Foster

My New Direction - A word from Timothy Freke

Does My Grey Matter, Matter?

Vocabulary constrains communication in obvious ways.  The other side of the coin: vocabulary enables communication -- and not simply in the sense that, armed with new words, you can say things you couldn't say before -- but you can think things you couldn't think before.

In one of my more recent pieces the finishing line states, "For you four nothing fore me."

The line is a linguistic example of antanaclasis, the stylistic trope of repeating a single word, but with a different meaning each time.  Some seem to believe that my usage of syntactic ambiguity is a means of writing under a guise, it has even been suggested that I may not possess the skills to express myself without the cloak of "pretty words" or metaphors.  I admit that at first I was quite offended upon reading these critiques of my poetry, but soon the realization that maybe I was just obscenely vague and arrogant with my words came over me and I decided to take a step out of the box and look at my work as a whole.  After many grueling days studying my words and researching the origins of language I came to conclusion that indeed, I write in an extremely grey tone of voice.  I also came to a rather comfortable state of mind in regard to my work.  I found that clearly this grey matter, if you don't mind me saying, is involved in all such richness and heightening of effect, and the machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry.  Therefore, though often quite vague, my poetry is only as arrogant as one who would dare critique my work from under a mask of anonymity. 

"Your belonging is a matter of your own feeling and conviction. After all, it is all verbal and formal. In reality there is neither guru nor disciple, neither theory nor practice, neither ignorance nor realization, It all depends on what you take yourself to be. Know your self correctly, There is no substitute to self-knowledge."  Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

The Philosophy of Language

“One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know.”  Groucho Marx

Self Served, Even as a Child

Ihave been writing about and studying this existence concept for quite some time now.  Of course most of these thoughts up to this point have been confined to the pages of my eclectic collection of journals.  I have dream logs, pages upon pages of poetry scraps and a nice selection of rambling thoughts all made of ink on paper.  Up until recently the lucid me or the "big self" as it were has been aching to soar free, but I had kept her in my stronghold, refusing to allow her flight.  In my adolescent years I knew nothing other than to become whatever it was that was instilled in me from birth, but as I grew up and continued upon the path set forth for me I realized that I didn't agree with the lessons that I was being taught.  I attended service every Sunday and I knew that whatever it was I was feeling was not a sense of divine nature, but rather more of a precise decimation at the very core of my being.  When I was eight I told my family that I no longer wanted to go to Sunday school, and by the time I turned thirteen I had stopped going to church altogether.  For several more years I humored my grandmother by accompanying her on Easter Sundays and Midnight Masses but it wasn't long before I discovered semantics.  Yes believe it or not, it was in this melding of language, history and mind where a mere thought between the ears of a child blossomed into a life calling.  From that day forward I vowed to experience every moment of this thing called life.