The Diamond Journey

piensactua said: Have you ever think about, what is the whole purpose of the human race? Why are we here? Are we here to learn? To live? To love? To experience live? (If so, for what?) To destroy the world? Why are we here?

lazyyogi:

The idea of purpose only comes after there is a human to conceive of it. Therefore purpose came after humanity, not before. So can we really say humanity has a purpose? Purpose is a mortal thing, it is not timeless. It is linear with a beginning and an ending. Such things are marks of the dream state, illusion. 

A forest has no purpose, it just does its thing and remains in harmony with the cycles of life. Perhaps you could say that the forest’s purpose is harmony, but that is simply adding a concept where there need be none. 

The question “Why are we here?” makes one major assumption: that we are here in the first place. From where does your awareness come? You are aware of the mind-body, the mind-body is not aware of you. So to equate where the mind-body appears to be with where you appear to be is the basic mistake that gives rise to the illusion of separation. That is called identification with form. 

On the flipside, it would be tempting for someone to think about these ideas and then conclude that life is in fact meaningless. But that is not true. Purpose is not the same thing as meaning. 

Smelling a midsummer storm in the humid air, studying the lines in your lover’s palm, watching bees crawl over flowers, the things that have the most meaning often have the least purpose. 

To me, the only temporary purpose we all share is to awaken from our illusion and confusion. After that, purpose dies into the eternity of meaning. 

Namaste :)

tumblrbot said: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

Dinosaurs

And So It Is…Really?
This is one of the most important effects of meditation, that you begin to find guidance in your life: that you are guided to meet the appropriate people, to go to the appropriate places, to do the appropriate things, and you begin to see that you are not managing your life just by yourself. The God process is happening in you. It is a very specific grace of meditation when you get this sense of guidance in your life, a visible sign; it is akin to what Jung called synchronicity.

-Fr. Bede Griffiths-

One of the wonderful things about planning a journey without too many plans is the ability to be open to guidance in the moment. It’s an awareness of the continuing question “I wonder what wants to happen next?” and the willingness to be open to it. I’ve now been on sabbatical a week and have allowed myself to be in this space of openness everyday. Consequently I’ve experienced significant guidance each day that could not have been planned. Appropriate people, places, situations, and things have appeared for me that have enlivened and enhanced my life. I’m amazed.

Another practice has led to recognizing a different awareness taking place when I consciously shift from evaluative mind to witnessing mind. In evaluative mind I find myself with judgement, criticism, reactivity, and selfishness in thought, word, and deed. When I become aware of it, I’m able to hold my tongue, moderate my actions, and drop the thoughts. When I’m able to make the shift from the critical evaluation to the open accepting witness, everything seems to smooth out in my mind which allows me to patiently and selflessly be with whatever’s happening. It’s been an amazing discovery to realize I can clear my evaluations simply by becoming aware of them, letting them go, and accepting what is.

Yesterday I had a plan to leave Colorado and travel to Wisconsin during the late afternoon or early evening. The flow of the day changed my agenda of shoulds, musts, oughts, and have toos. I was able to shift my plan, open to what was showing up, and move the departure to tomorrow. Instead of being upset, I was relieved. There was no right or wrong, just an awareness of what could be for the greater good. This letting go is allowing me to relax more, stress less, and be in a kinder gentler space. I’m now wondering why you and I push so hard to make things happen when we can allow the soft pull of Life to guide and direct us. I’m wondering if this is simply a state I’ve entered that will dissipate or a stage I’m moving into and„, here I am again making evaluations.

So, my dear friends, as you walk through your day to day interactions, you might try humming a new tune that will allow you to relax a bit more, flow with what shows up, and discover the infinite possibilities and potentialities that are always here. You might want to become more aware of your evaluative mind and observe the resistance and selfishness that it creates. You might also want to simply drop into a witnessing awareness and accept What Is to see what wants to happen next. Meanwhile, I’m on my way to the North Country awakening and opening to what might be in synchronicity.

— Mystic Traverlers—-Rick Meyers (via parkstepp)
tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #412 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
What if I was more and by more I mean more in all ways for allthings and by I, I mean this shell of a man’s skin and bonesthat’s packed full with memories and dreams, heartbeats,wishes and words? So many words and by words I mean all of thewhispers and longings and letters tied to letters hooked tosentences that anchor themselves to my tongue and threatento leap the moment I open my mouth but find themselves lost inthe darkness when I close it again, and by again I mean alwaysand so the words must absorb themselves back into my tongueand follow the dirt roads of my veins and climb the longladder of my spine back to my mind to rest awhile. Rest untilthey can come out of my fingertips and say all I could notwhen my mouth slammed shut and was silenced by my shaking andby shaking I mean the trembling that comes without warningand starts in my chest and pulls tight my arms across my body andcurls my fingers upon themselves and pulls the curtains downover my eyes and by eyes I mean the little green planets livingon my face that might just be more than 70% water and seem tobe fond of sharing that water with my cheeks and lips thecollars of my shirts and the tiny part of my throat that feelshollow.And by hollow I mean not empty but filled with nothing becauseyou and I both know that nothing is absolutely somethingespecially with it’s the silent shared string that ties twolives together and by together I mean intertwined and wrappedaround each other like a rope, where when you hold it youforget it’s made of tiny threads and you think of it as one,just one.What if I was more for you, what if by more I meant everythingand by everything I mean the things you’ve dreamed of and bydreams I mean the things that live so deep inside your hopethat not even the waking parts of you that control where yourfeet carry you or how your hands fidget when they carry nervesinstead of calm underneath the lines on your palm see and by palmI mean the place my hand will fit or the surface you will useif ever I need to be slapped or the source of the force of thepush you’ll give when it’s a push forward I need and by need,my goodness by need I mean the absolute and certified requirement, theunwavering and nonnegotiable and no ifs ands or buts about itplace you must occupy in my life no matter what the tides dragin or what the sea pulls back out and no matter how much watermy little green planets of eyes spill or how tightly my armssqueeze and fingers curl and trembling crawls across thesurface of my skin.  No matter how fidgety your hands get orlost your breath may be because I might not have the maps and Imight have lost the compass but we’re never going to stoptraveling and we’ll be lost and stay lost and live lost aslong as it’s together we’ll be.  What if I was more, and by more, I mean enough?

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #412 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

What if I was more and by more I mean more in all ways for all
things and by I, I mean this shell of a man’s skin and bones
that’s packed full with memories and dreams, heartbeats,
wishes and words? So many words and by words I mean all of the
whispers and longings and letters tied to letters hooked to
sentences that anchor themselves to my tongue and threaten
to leap the moment I open my mouth but find themselves lost in
the darkness when I close it again, and by again I mean always
and so the words must absorb themselves back into my tongue
and follow the dirt roads of my veins and climb the long
ladder of my spine back to my mind to rest awhile. Rest until
they can come out of my fingertips and say all I could not
when my mouth slammed shut and was silenced by my shaking and
by shaking I mean the trembling that comes without warning
and starts in my chest and pulls tight my arms across my body and
curls my fingers upon themselves and pulls the curtains down
over my eyes and by eyes I mean the little green planets living
on my face that might just be more than 70% water and seem to
be fond of sharing that water with my cheeks and lips the
collars of my shirts and the tiny part of my throat that feels
hollow.
And by hollow I mean not empty but filled with nothing because
you and I both know that nothing is absolutely something
especially with it’s the silent shared string that ties two
lives together and by together I mean intertwined and wrapped
around each other like a rope, where when you hold it you
forget it’s made of tiny threads and you think of it as one,
just one.
What if I was more for you, what if by more I meant everything
and by everything I mean the things you’ve dreamed of and by
dreams I mean the things that live so deep inside your hope
that not even the waking parts of you that control where your
feet carry you or how your hands fidget when they carry nerves
instead of calm underneath the lines on your palm see and by palm
I mean the place my hand will fit or the surface you will use
if ever I need to be slapped or the source of the force of the
push you’ll give when it’s a push forward I need and by need,
my goodness by need I mean the absolute and certified requirement, the
unwavering and nonnegotiable and no ifs ands or buts about it
place you must occupy in my life no matter what the tides drag
in or what the sea pulls back out and no matter how much water
my little green planets of eyes spill or how tightly my arms
squeeze and fingers curl and trembling crawls across the
surface of my skin.  No matter how fidgety your hands get or
lost your breath may be because I might not have the maps and I
might have lost the compass but we’re never going to stop
traveling and we’ll be lost and stay lost and live lost as
long as it’s together we’ll be. 
What if I was more, and by more, I mean enough?

(via wethinkwedream)

“Matter Encompassing It’s Own Existence:


There is at present nothing in matter as understood through natural sciences—no, not even in the wildest reaches of quantum mechanics—that would lead one to expect matter to assume forms so that it might be able to formulate universal laws that encompass its own existence.”
— Raymond Tallis, quoted at: http://tbsblog.thebestschools.org/2013/05/11/reviewer-on-thomas-nagels-mind-cosmos-a-flawed-thesis-but-still-a-valuable-contribution/ (via johnsparker)

(via parkstepp)

beingblog:

“Insight is not a matter of memory, of knowledge and time, which are all thought. Insight is the total absence of the whole movement of thought as time and remembrance. So there is direct perception. It is as though I have been going North for the last ten thousand years, and my brain is accustomed to going North, and somebody comes along and says, that will lead you nowhere, go East. When I turn round and go East the brain cells have changed. Because I have an insight that the North leads nowhere.I will put it differently. The whole movement of thought, which is limited, is acting throughout the world now. It is the most important action, we are driven by thought. But thought will not solve any of our problems, except the technological ones. If I see that, I have stopped going North. I think that with the ending of a certain direction, the ending of a movement that has been going on for thousands of years, there is at that moment an insight that brings about a change, a mutation, in the brain cell.” —Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895-1986)
Sujata Krishna offered this passage from Questioning Krishnamurti after listening to our show with Rex Jung. During the interview, he described how the brain, with training, can actually change shape, beef up like a muscle that’s been trained:


“I think there are some strategies to cultivating creativity. It takes a lot of time to change the structure of your brain and there are several studies out there now. You know, the famous juggling study where they have novices who don’t know how to juggle. They image them, then they juggle for three months, they image them again and they see that literally a portion of their brain, a small chunk, but a portion of their brain is beefed up like a muscle in service of that concerted thing that they’re doing with their brain and that is the thing.
The important thing is they’re doing a very new thing in a concerted way. And their brain says, hey, if we’re going to be doing this thing in the environment over and over and over, I’m going to build tissue to do that so that we can do it easier and more efficiently. So if you’re going to be creative, pick one thing, get a lot of experience in that one thing, and do it over and over and over.”


Think about that. We can actually change the shape of our brains. Time to get to work. Putting that idea to work, methinks this magnified image of stained neurons is a fitting pairing.
Image by Mr. McGill / Flickr
~Trent Gilliss, senior editor

beingblog:

“Insight is not a matter of memory, of knowledge and time, which are all thought. Insight is the total absence of the whole movement of thought as time and remembrance. So there is direct perception. It is as though I have been going North for the last ten thousand years, and my brain is accustomed to going North, and somebody comes along and says, that will lead you nowhere, go East. When I turn round and go East the brain cells have changed. Because I have an insight that the North leads nowhere.
I will put it differently. The whole movement of thought, which is limited, is acting throughout the world now. It is the most important action, we are driven by thought. But thought will not solve any of our problems, except the technological ones. If I see that, I have stopped going North. I think that with the ending of a certain direction, the ending of a movement that has been going on for thousands of years, there is at that moment an insight that brings about a change, a mutation, in the brain cell.” —Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895-1986)

Sujata Krishna offered this passage from Questioning Krishnamurti after listening to our show with Rex Jung. During the interview, he described how the brain, with training, can actually change shape, beef up like a muscle that’s been trained:

“I think there are some strategies to cultivating creativity. It takes a lot of time to change the structure of your brain and there are several studies out there now. You know, the famous juggling study where they have novices who don’t know how to juggle. They image them, then they juggle for three months, they image them again and they see that literally a portion of their brain, a small chunk, but a portion of their brain is beefed up like a muscle in service of that concerted thing that they’re doing with their brain and that is the thing.

The important thing is they’re doing a very new thing in a concerted way. And their brain says, hey, if we’re going to be doing this thing in the environment over and over and over, I’m going to build tissue to do that so that we can do it easier and more efficiently. So if you’re going to be creative, pick one thing, get a lot of experience in that one thing, and do it over and over and over.”

Think about that. We can actually change the shape of our brains. Time to get to work. Putting that idea to work, methinks this magnified image of stained neurons is a fitting pairing.

Image by Mr. McGill / Flickr

~Trent Gilliss, senior editor

(via parkstepp)



Beauty
[by: Julie Martinez]

Beauty

[by: Julie Martinez]

(via popbingbangbong)

“A plant is not thinking: Tomorrow I will put a new leaf to the north and then next week when it rains I will grow a meter taller. Its existence is just unfolding out of itself spontaneously, naturally, unplanned. Similarly, your true life unfolds in the same way but you are unaware of it because you allow your mind to imagine fanciful ways of being and then pursue your projections. Like this, you began thinking and strategising your existence rather than simply experiencing your natural being. We cannot breathe tomorrows, breath today. Therefore, knowing this, leave your existence to existence and start enjoying your cosmic play. Best of all, don’t try to be anything at all. This is a secret few recognize.”
— Mooji  (via wethinkwedream)

(Source: lrnecbuma, via wethinkwedream)