NEXT STOP: MANIFESTATION, Wide-Open in No-MIND

Think of all your enemies, then the patience bore of the apathy maintained when within the theatre of the mind --like "the little box at the top of the stairs" (Neil Young's lyrics) at home, the imagining of his eyes is less concealed now that the philo-air is the white smoke of deep exhalation. Breath in the black smoke exhale the white, as is the Buddhist way of release from uncertain distraction. Just as inevitably all thought will reconcile with an amiable world, he'd be the guru trying to compete with your last breath, but it was just so. So, you'll see the higher you climb the more you are exposed. And to be exposed to knowledge as a vehicle for transition in just long ends of our days, is the only real choice we have. But the surprise is, I may have a right to say self-actualization banter is captured in a way that after having read so much of Karen Armstrong to Edward Said's profound indulgence in recording his people's identity--and I am so alighted with the great pains folks go thru FOR identity, that others like Rushdie in the fantasy Hindu Islamism of Bombay for one locus of the immensity in Indian consciousness, as good as Nabakov under his parents instruction, make me go-down or waft to the commission of incredulity at the simplicity of life.

It seems for those who seek transcendent values so separate from their fellows, had better have that ascetic tool they use to pry the episteme of relevance, as they repose at the "bottom of the sea" in the human market place, rather than make haste with self-actualized moments to leave the "other" behind--say away from its shores, or just from its surface splurb & plash. Tolstoy, in narrowing this necessary social condition, imminently decided that to write was better under the prevailing public square to make the best of all possible worlds to the exclusion of inner-mutiny--or unsatisfied self-reverence.
Native American ritual as pagan is not to the exclusion of what is worthy of my ascetic wandering. But Native Americans in my perspective, as if, let's say the example of the Anasazi were developing - this thing as a people in that history barely giving backward glimpses in their worlds so unknown, is such that they were fearing change and the unknown & reverting to cannibalism, and would have been better had they instead decided not to expend resources to justify the ascetic purchase of more of the same. No festival to imagine an Unknown Shall Provide, would have been the more advanced survivalist polity. Rather utility in language to discourse over just those cloudy ethereal ways to get to the existential. This "separation" from superstition --as it traduces the very communal ideal that survival is now at hand, can be looked at thru iconoclasm. This is what helped Jews when they said, G-d is Nothing, yet life is a material-Void/ Ein-Sof, an Absolute. Too often the Adherent wants to say a "There is There," that Creation is contained in any one self-conscious moment. I heard recently an interesting way to perceive the Ultimate Reality: If G-d is Ineffable, then maybe his Creation is as unseen. Independent thought allows religion to proliferate, in opposition with tradition which lends its dissapation, otherwise we'd diffuse into the middle of stream. Ijtihad is the Islamic jurisprudence that allows the Mu'min to adapt to the availing conditions, unrealized & un-noticed before. The gathering of resources is sometimes not the acquisition of those material supports, but the alliterative path where ideas are proliferated from just the fond existence of those resources--our seeking is instructive enough.
THinking about the conscious party man. Jesus, Muhammed, the Jewish Messiah, or the prophet Adam Kadmon are looked at like the Perfect Man. But, Buddha was a type: many Buddhas before and after Sidhartha.(Siddhatta in Pali--the oldest of Buddhist liturgies) Here's where I am going with the archetypes--Jesus/fine; Socrates, so much like Krshnamurti that I find thoughtful resolve that touching the earth in some ancient day is mine for the caress; and then obviously Buddha, because he stokes individualism yet not at the expense of ubiquitous pain in our world(s) of sorrow...because to find wisdom is sometimes mitigating life, and rather death is embraced. Karen Armstrong, in her "Bio" of Buddha, called Buddha--has mentioned Jesus & the gospels a few times already in her intro. This is a small delicate book. I read something Dalai Lama put out--so understated, I find it dubious, so accessible and wonder if it is meant for me. But it is, I am--and Unity thru Mind & Body is spirit & expression objectified. I deal handily with self expression in that latest blog piece... good vibe for you man, I have fulminate consciousness with your company, somehow, at the moment... In Judaism, the messiah is an agent for g-d, a good-doer, not something divine. Our prophets typically have flaws--this is really very exemplar to what our human condition is like for most of us. Those who are positive thinkers, sometimes see amenities as a survey in propriety. Yet, thru a life without conflict in finding resources, can also make us more prone to what others must answer for: when I see my stress drift away, rather than lie in dormancy, I'd rather animate my comfort thru meditation. Meditation is not said to make one more compassionate, but memory becomes more acute--so the surprise of responsibility (and that can be for the other) doesn't catch us with that remanded pattern.Nirvana (nibbana in Pali) is suppose to be what it is like after a heavy workout ordeal, with that skim of perspiration now cooling your body--coming down from the mt, so to speak, when after the report of the mountain's path disappearing we automatically become fixated in destiny again. I am guessing, we are now Looking-forward, rather than "what has this tramatic self-involvement done to me?" i.e. looking back! Convalescence is in point of fact what Buddha considered as our greatest sense of actualization. Battle already over, healing is become our predilection... Reading to the effect in Karen Armstrong's "Buddha" a bio!!! Just beautiful!!
***I am really motivated in this direction. All things being equal, this Buddhist trajectory I am on instructs me toward (people'd pantheon) relationship finally in a way I was not so sure of til now. I Liked when I read that even gods were susceptible to samsara, the endless cycle of birth & death. And that gods were states of mind in fact--as we ought to look at Higher Ground as THAT proximal... In Dalai Lama's book AN OPEN HEART, so accessible, makes the point that analytical meditation, that it is not just a ritual act as in mantra repetition, but is everything to do with putting before you some subject that you'd consider as deeply and fully as you can maintain... If you meditate on nothing, nothing is its proffer i.e. "gom" (Tibetan) or "hitbodedut" (Hebrew) = "meditation" have a construed motive either personal or some conscious map allowing merely a communal body un-approximated as that thing in which I am piece-meal received.