What is the reality of love? Also whisper. Facebook items, the key story homes. Nothing else taps it. I go through generations. Hear what was going on, my falsehood— I will stop him from going into silent night, silent ground.
But the graces of life protect me, and I look over it. I’m a field study. I’m an alpha nigger, higher than perfume. I get into cars, laptops and computers, and go the distance. I recharge my phone with the very ground of being.
I am so low I see high. Humility has me by the balls. I come upon sudden mastery. I’m not about to endanger your skies, and I have the formula for world change. We can’t brag about it. It’s hard on all of us. I just sit here and die in my tin can, and then all of a sudden I’m walkin’ the moon to its orbit. I have the sun in my eyes, and I don’t blink.
I know the power of the world. I am sure God’s there. I see Him on His rounds. I am commensurate with that on the top of myself at dawn. Nowhere in my being reaches that but there. It’s a knowledge I breathe that I can’t get out of, and I’m a little man doing little things as the day wears on. I don’t pride there.
I’m never alone. My inside is full of deity. You better be careful. I’m on the standin’ line of deity watchin’ the world, because I know They’re there. We need to open up and see this in each other. We are both stations of God, you and me reader. I die there sometimes the knowledge is so heavy, immense. I just stand and take it and come back to joy before long.
I know the knowledge that made the worlds, and it tears me apart, because the power does not come to me to change one single goddamn mind, to reach out and be seen, heard, to bring my child out of trouble, to even know the wind of the day. I am a barrel of monkeys to what it takes to perk up the world, and I have seen the world from God’s eyes, in a station beyond the universe right here intimate with man, a few glory-filled seconds, long enough to know the origin of all my lives, long enough to know that I am He, long enough to look up and see more.
You would not know what I’m talking about. It’s bigger than size and measure. It’s what the worlds was made. I can’t get away from that vision now. Oh how we but little grasp our day, little doings we try to put in big pots, but I know the pot you see. Can I study you the stars? They are wonderful in magic, are the Heavens we adore, but they do not bring us to God, and it’s God on Earth wore.
Can I tell you about history? Knock, knock, God is entering every room on the planet to happen here. This is inevitability rides the sun, and the years are carrying us there, one by one, evolution’s minutes wrote. Are you startled to see this? This is not a junk call. This is the hypotenuse of time, and high and lonely seers, we grasp this with our hands and spill the beans to you.
Are you sure you’re puttin’ me on hold? I have more to tell. I’m gettin’ down to bare bones now. I’m showing you creation’s ways, and I can see the world arise right in front of me. Awesome, ain’t it?
What do we do with it? We put it in its place. We don’t let it get away from us. We know that every day can work out the formula of impossibility and solve it. I’m referrin’ to us, where we love each other and why, and how do we make that love true? It’s the danger of the years, love’s high gamble in the face of certain death. We lose each other you see, and that just kills us. We hold our loved ones we hold death. How’s that for a keeper?
What brings the salvation before we cross that gap between love and death? A spiritual consciousness that’s bigger than us, and I’m sorry there’s no other remedy. Love hurts. Enlightenment’s wings unheed pain, and we do not suffer the pain of loss.
I’m there you see, in loss looking at the spiritual consciousness. I’ve put it on a time or two, short flashes that tell me know it’s there. It’s surety that rings it, sooner or later.
Now laugh at me, slap me, ignore me; I’m on ground-field Earth liftin’ up the sky. Shoot me; I’m a real thing, a genuine who done it, made the grass match the stars. Roll the planet down, and I’ll ride it like a speaker. Yah hear me kids?
This is what’s going on, and God opens His eyes. Tryin’ to interview Pitch Thought about his character, you gotta draw the line somewhere. Ode to the line, a good friend to you, I think your security blanket, and I’m a top down answer.
I had a momentary experience. It’s all written. I had a visionary experience of every local thing on Earth realizin’ dream to catch up with God, and you had just told me look bread. Oh, I didn’t realize it was me. Anyway, look bread.
Grace is the next world’s railways. We will be happy there. What stark sun is this? Sometime soon. Your energy is a witness to it. You’ve combined the opposites, and it doesn’t bother you. Asiya attests to that. You were soft ice cream, and he ate it up. You’ve got the leeway, and you’re holdin’ down the fort. You’ve good. You’re learnin’ your trade. You’re doin’ it great football fields wide. You’re not a son of a bitch. Let’s bubble up some and just sit in bed and bask awhile.
We build yellow houses. We construct them with wood. Then we lay them down, over and over again. This is our construction process on the bails of thought. We feel them into being. This rides our day, one thought after another, day by day. It’s ice cream. Did somebody say favorite food?
We are housed here, and a thought is a mop bucket, cleaning out what’s after. A thought is a huge thing, all naked and wood. It’s already occurred before we think it out. We go over it and over it. We do not stop. We never go away from this. Bails upon bails of thought we make, freight trains through our minds. Let go of this, and you’ll be in thin wood. You’ll cake on yourself. It’s where the balls are that we retrieve into Silent Mind.
Now here’s the house God lives, you see the Self in. It’s awesomely deep, wrapped around with nothingness, where the engines of the universe play. You are a copter upon yourself, brooding wings of infinity. It lasts an hour or a day, until it turns off no more. I arrive at thought the master of the plan. I think upon myself in large ways. I go there: I don’t handle thought for a little while.
But Silent Mind don’t ride my days. I’ve stumbled upon it a time or two. We have to be clear we were formin’ enlightenment. Have you ever had that thought? Grapple with it now. Do you know it’s there what we arrive to next in our identity plan? Hey kids this is not enlightenment. We’re becoming something you see, and we need Silent Mind to get there, a formless identity we shoulder to Supermind, the God inside. An overhead kingdom sits there, and this is the fullness of ourself, God identity, at this stage of the game. You can imagine more.
So where does Silence put us? Right slap dab in the middle of it. And then? We plant our feet on planet Earth, and Supermind comes down to meet us at the ascending pole of our effort. Then we’re cosmic complete, bigger than the cosmos, not in size in weight. We are the springboards of the universe. The universe comes from us. I’ve been there once. I’m not just makin’ up plans.
Did I have to say all this to get your head straight on Silence? I don’t think you understand me. I’m bleeding concepts in the room, like cosmic means somethin’. Where do you go on Silence? A round chair, and so many people just sit there. Who wants to go higher? Bliss is satisfied. Do you want to go higher? Ramana Maharshi didn’t. We all do eventually. When you learn about it it’s there, a belief castle. Before that no one’s ever heard about it. I’m taking you there, balloons overhead, Somethin’s up there you know. It’s the origin of the universe. Said it all.
Don’t forget your ambition for thought. You wanna get into the Silence. You wanna dip your head into the Silence. Catch it, you’re gonna hit the ground of the universe a hat infinity. Now that red apple pierces your skull vibratory nature. You hum big church all around your brow. It’s so comfortable there and smooth. No I with its busy notions disturbs that room, not a thought one. You’re reside in silence. This is awesomely big. You can’t figure it out from here. It’s totally other being inside a body here on Earth.
You last awhile, and then the cosmos lapses into itself. You’re there yet? You will be once. You’ll get there soon. It’s every death journey’s hand. We take off the ego you know and get down to science. It’s what we do there. It comes along to take us to Heaven and beyond, and you think it’s a stranger? We’ve sauced this out so many times, death, upon death, upon death. We’re there now underneath it all. It’s raw, basic awareness, cosmic size.
Now why have I shown this to you? You think AI will get you there? Where do we put Silence on? In our own room, a listen to ourself, no bowls of media present. Do you know how precious this is, guided by your own mind? It’s stage one. Come on mountain let’s go.
Now in the vibration room each vibration opens a little central veeter that respond directly to sunlight. Okay, okay, okay, look I get it. Almost reaction, because I’m slaying. You don’t know this stuff. It looks easy, if you vie for it, but let’s face it this is tops that a human could do, your golden Mars, but they lost this and ruined their civilization. How hard it is, you got nothin’ harder in human.
To know directly, what do we see? Obviously it’s not videos. It’s contemplation’s circle, there in your room, when you’re filmin’ God. Where do we begin? The first photo please. A beggar down and out on reality’s pole. You see from there what God looks like, and He would not be tall and kind. He would be a braggart in His room. We don’t stop the vision there. That man don’t see straight. He has eyes of sufferin’.
Lift God up from there. Are you okay with what He does to people? Are you okay with this vice? I couldn’t back up to you God. I couldn’t stand in His way. The significance of beggars breathes awhile. We can’t get at it there. We can’t even try. Let’s beanpole reality, and it gets bigger all the time. Let’s do something about it. Let’s see God there addressing Himself.
Is that okay? We’ll be building a teenager. We’re gonna get him all soft in his room to carry the day. We’re gonna wean him some, from do this for him do that, so he can carry the divine. We will be gentle with him and put him on his own attention, where he needs to be more than computers handles and where the cellphone rides. This is not ice cream and cake. We will pill him with just enough books to get his writing going. He’s a poet of the divine, gets whole poems from the inner voice. We were surprised as he was.
Now we have a responsibility to see this through. My consciousness opened his. We’re everlastin’. That means we give this boy a good shot to grace him with infinity and keep his eyes on God, not the stuff in his room. I’m right there by ‘im, holdin’ his hand. A Green Beret on duty, I’m a sergeant sometimes, but I’m not mean. I can certainly improve. Now let’s stand down the poem I’m giving you. It means somethin’ to the order of the day. God bless you.
Will AI better or ruin us? Will it take over or replace us? We go to things unmistakenly horrible. At bottom we blame ourselves. What’s the highest good have to do with it? That’s the poem. It will challenge your sense of good. It will blow the world out from under your feet, and I’m just talking read it. Who owns the official compound? The Helicopters. I’m a first provider.
Yes of course you can go beyond man.
I felt the house alone.
I stood there on a bridge of time,
not expecting outcomes.
I just saw reality.
It was frozen bare,
and it challenged me to think
surpassing thought.
I was alone in the room,
and even Nitish was there
and my beloved dogs.
I heaved,
approaching the Silence.
It was an illusive prey.
Infinity stole my mind.
It grabbed me by the Silence.
I was a good day.
I cooked lunch,
did my duties
and took care of the people around me.
They were fighting their own battles
and needed my help.
I stood there and be a friend.
I listened to myself
giving them what they need.
I was withdrawing from time.
I stared at the gates of forever.
It orange glowed.
I gathered myself.
I didn’t have any pockets.
Things were to me on the shelf.
I craved no vital indulgence.
I was tired of the play.
Relaxing it was just to stop my thoughts.
It stood upon a verge of time
unaccompanied by time.
I was in that place where God was
the spectator in the room.
Sri Aurobindo held my hand.
The Mother surrounded me.
I loved myself,
faults and all,
but I was in transit from the center of the room.
I was beginning to smile.
I was beginning to hold water,
reacting less to things around me,
but still a reaction bore.
It was a principled state
that divined the reality of others to themselves.
I felt them Self with me.
I felt them safe with me
reacting less and less.
The world was a communiqué and a sound.
Still I was hated
in Auroville
and by the yoga.
No one looked at me
with kind eyes.
I understood and did not hate in return.
I continued to send them postcards:
help me
undo being this outcast among you.
It fell on deaf ears.
I was pariah.
Hello?
Great big bold thoughts,
when they looked at me,
gave them pause to think
for one second.
That’s it.
No one would talk to me,
except to brush me off.
I realized the condition of man.
We are animals in nearness to each other,
even when we have our high ideals
and so many rhymes to sing.
When you’re an outcast you see that.
We are stuck in our ways,
and change is a four-letter word
when you hit that most basic stuff,
someone’s morality,
their motherland,
their lens with which they view the world.
Can you tell me what changes minds,
open hearts
to what they are closed to?
What a position I’m in to learn that.
Our race is doomed,
and the divine has chosen the wrong race to foster.
Change is incremental and slow,
if it happens at all.
But then I look in my own eyes
and see what’s happening with me.
Oh my God we have a chance.
Oh my God we have a chance.
How do you fill in light?
How do you bring change into the room?
You bring change into the room.
It won’t come any other way.
Okay children?
Harm's End 