Name: Martin

Channel: Philosopy & Art

I am consciousness, that's all I can really say. The concept 'me' is rather confusing.

Birth is a fragmented description of the start of life, when in fact it has always been a continuation of life. There is no absolute point to pinpoint as the start of a singular being.

The experience of 'me' comes to form through presence of millions of singular bacteria within this body, which make up the balance on which we function between body and surrounding.

The single body from which we see the world constantly evolves. There is no real reason to call this one the same as the one of age 4. Every few days each body-cell has been renewed.

The atoms alive in this body are structured within a design. When this body dies, they seep to different constructs. Consciousness never fades, it merely takes different forms.

The illusion of a 'singular eternal soul' being apart from 'collective decaying matter' is driven by memory. Unlike the rock or the tree, I remember some experiences of this body, but this body is more than memory alone.

When we confuse the 'me' with the memory maintained in a body, we tend to perceive everything both alive and dead without memory as meaningless.

Often we can not remember the first year of our existance as the singular entitiy we recognise ourselves as, which raises an interesting quiestion; was the time-span that falls outside our recognition memory, meaningless? We are afraid of a meaningless death, but never were afraid of what became before birth.

This human perspective can never be anything more than it's own perspective. Never be anything more than illusion to truth, though truthful as a single perspective.

This will be all the truth we will ever have , we cannot be anything more than humble creatures. In this form, through this point of experience in the web of life.

A blind cavefish has no concept of the dimensions beyond its own borders of consciousness, there is no concept of 'sight' even to be imagined for it. For a human, there is no concept of dimensions of 'God' to be imagined.

We are foolish when we want to be as God, when really God is everything. Just like one ant would be foolish wishing to be the colony. One cell in the body wishing to have autonomy over the whole, when all it can do is being singular on itself, but collective in the whole, shaping the entire body experience. There is allways a relevant relation that forms the whole and it's experience.

There is underlying connectivity between everything. Spiritual awareness blurs the borders of what seems to devide us, experiencing 'I am you', or even water or sand. Yet this body is right here, and maintains itself through right here.

Not clinging to life through what seems to be 'me'. Being aware of mortality, yet not falling in the gap of becoming fearful or neurotic. When the body suffers, it has never been its purpose for arising. Love.

Don't claim what falls between the borders of consciousness as something that is us. as that which I see, being something that is me. We will not lose it, because it was never us. Though cannot be anything other but part of eachother.

Life is a conscious illusion. Death is the fundament upon which life exists. Death is an unconscious truth.

A wise man once said, 'Life is a bridge to pass, not to build your house upon'.

In the common understanding of 'me', we are already dead, or have never been truly alive.

We breathers, in the Eye of Life.

Martin 4/3/09


No tree ever told sexual intercourse to be something naturally falling beyond ordinary language. It not to be constantly involved and true, in that we float and have origin in. No research showed it having even origin as shown within the borders of it' s lens.

An erect, an open. Hightide, the full-Being. A deep moment of oneness. This is where we are and have always been.

Continuation of what will be. We the Parent and the Child. We the Future and the Past. We the Body.

Allways now.

Martin 4/3/09


Often experience does not resonate within words that have to lead to the description of the experience. Words are descriptions of things, not to be confused with the things itself. Trying to fit an entire universe within a set of rules is denying greater context.

We deprive a healthy margin in which to experience the world. Trapped and chained within a symbol, the experience itself tends to adjust to whatever the description could ever describe.

Why? Our natural curiosity drives us to describe the world, but in doing so we have adapted a language that is by nature incomplete, and have started to confuse it with reality. When anything does not fit the descriptions, we get confused and tend to undo it as it being bogus.

If we use linguistics as a starting point to scrutinise reality, we fail to recognise the non-linguistic, and will float between the pseudo of things.

Martin 4/3/09