science is God's magic

People are so fast to explain away miracles with scientific answers.  have any of those people stopped and looked at it from my point of view? this universe is designed to work exactly this way to support life.  without certain fundamental laws of physics, chemistry, and information technology, we would not be here.  i don't want to bore with details, but there are too many wonderfully complex processes that go on completely unnoticed every day.   are we not miracles ourselves?  trillions of cells made up of trillions of molecules made up of trillions of atoms made up of millions of subatomic particles join together in a certain, specific way to ensure that this body we are in is a complete working system.  And in essence, those particles are actually energy fields. yes, dear reader, we are made of energy disguised as matter.

We are also navigating in a world that is not what we think it is.  space-time is not a straight line, yet we perceive it as such.  this is the first part of the thing i call the beautiful lie.  the next part is thus:  We see things and hear things.  well, most of us.  but this is all illusory.  sound and light are just different wavelengths of energy.  we are perceiving energy with our own eyes and ears!  amazing.  So, science dictates these things, packages them neatly into their books as the scientist soldiers on, looking for the answers to the universe.  What i have found is that God has been here all along, hiding out in science.  God made this world the way it is with many layers of reality, all given to us to marvel at and quantify scientifically as we dutifully pick apart every square inch of reality. 

i'm okay with science.  to me, science has proven the existence of a higher, intelligent force that is guiding us through it's sublime creation.  good night, God bless, ad i hope to see you all on the other side of this wall of sleep.

-sean

old stuff

Fold the parchment, let it fall

Off the tracks and down the falls
Kiss the wind and let it ride
Let the promises take flight

Wish on stars with open eyes

Greet the burning light with pride
Feel the feathers of his breath
Tantalize with soft caress

Flood the daydreams with your mind

So many treasures there to find
And if you blink, it’s gone again
A dozen lanterns around the bend

Let slip the daylight into shadow

Fall back into the downy pillows
Find me in the in-between
The real world meets our make-believe

Fold the parchment let it ride

Upon the zephyr through the sky
Ride the torrent down again
To wander in the labyrinth

Collect it all in a box of light

Store it deep and out of sight
Secrets, secrets you and I
The promise of a paradise

And if I speak the spell is done

We rise with the climbing sun
Separate now, but still together
In our dreams, in love forever

Gone too Soon

When honey freezes cold with snow

The angels weep and winds do blow
When candles kiss the wax in death
Many take their final breath

When circles ripple out of shape

And rust has eaten at the gates
Creaking in the overgrowth
Many let go of the rope

When chimneys sit in sullen silence

Without the fuel to feed their violence
When fate has cast a heavy hand
Many chose to leave this land

When bakers bake the meal-worms dry

And all the children are left to cry
The skies above cloud up with doom
Many whisper: “Gone too soon”

I remember when he passed

All the flickers filled with laughs
Each and every one outside
Had no idea that he died

And I remember to this day still

That HE is buried on that hill
Not myself, this raving loon
And yes, I whispered: “Gone too soon”

Hand in hand we walked away

And nothing else was left to say
The sun was blotting out his moon
And all had whispered: “Gone too soon”

Shoreline

She turns away to face the tides

Shedding tears from hidden crimes

All the ghosts wrapped up in skin

Idle tricks stained white with sin

She lingers on the edge of earth

Where sand and ocean teach rebirth

Driftwood floats like separate lives

Each one has a past to hide

And still the wind blows, on and on

Gales of guilt, she hurt someone

Desire to climb up from the pit

Yet hungry waves crash over it

Solitary now as then

But courted by the gentlemen

Salt air strips the gloss away

And all that’s left is yesterday

Waning hours cool the beach

As whispers of the prophets preach

The voices rise up from the deep

Calling for her soul to keep

Gray and wispy, hair and thought

With memories of the fish she caught

And still there’s one that got away

When she gave the life inside away

The Sand by the Shore

Carry me down To the waves by the sand I left my life there In the ocean’s hands Lay me down soft And let the tide come on in I’ve lived far too long In this tired, old skin Life after life I’ve followed her home And in the depths of the water I will not be alone I’ve seen men move mountains To build their empires And raze all the forests To stoke the fires But nothing lasts, child Not even our dreams We all return some time To the dark of the deep Walk away quickly, There’s no use for tears We’ll meet again, brother We all come back here

And days become night The deeper we swim The old life dissolves And a new one begins Don’t be afraid We’re never alone Everyone needs help to Carry the stone And if you pass by, now Don’t shed a tear In the depths of the ocean Our pain disappears A cycle folds closed And a new one unfurls We wash up reborn On the shores of the world Stretch out our hands To touch the blue skies Excited and willing to Start our new lives …Carry me down to the sand by the shore…

The waltz

She waltzed alone in clouded skies

The floor half-puddles, the floor half dry

And sometimes she just shines too bright

For me to find her at my side

The film rolls empty, the shutter clicks

A portrait captures all this bliss

Silk and perfume to barter with

Across time my mind plays tricks

Am I the shadow grown too long?

The days fade into evenings long

The paint has dried, the band plays on

Yet who will be her lucky one?

I made a choice to let it be

It was too afraid to see

I let her go, my tragedy

She smiled; waltzed away from me

morphic fields and evolution of ideas

check this article out:  http://www.sheldrake.org/Articles&Papers/papers/morphic/morphic_intro.html

interesting.  i like the part on non-local thinking.  i always believed that the human mind is much more than a simple chemical information dump.  it seems that we may be similar to the internet.  i have experienced morphogenesis.  the act of socialization in a new group is, to me, more than just learning.  there seems to be a powerful influx of new information and ideas from this new group, and i end up with an unwritten code of conduct and knowledge base that seems to extend beyond what i should have learned in the short time i am in a new group.  i know that's not the point of morphogenesis, and it is typically species-wide, but this uncanny "going native" aspect feels a little more like a morphic field event than a sudden ability to learn.  also, have any of you noticed how quick the younger generations take to technology?  this is an example of morphic field.

here is another link.  this has information regarding global consciousness and human thought interacting with machines during major global events.  it is said to be the tell-tale sign of a human morphic field. way cool stuff:  http://www.experiencefestival.com/a/Morphic_fields/id/10320.  


so, is this bullshit?  is this cool?  opinions, please.  let's make this blog grow and radiate its own morphic field!!

how i will die

a blaze of glory?  nope.  i will die on scarlett johannsen's fence.  oh well. 

2 poems

 

Candle

Pass the candle slowly

Hush the fear inside

Fold your hands to pray in silence

And see beyond your eyes

Dim the lights for Vesper's

Reflect upon the night

The waxing of the harvest moon

Washes down with amber light

Breathe slowly in and deeply

Calm the hands of fear

The river's flowing, touching all

Cool and crystal clear

Lean back and let it slide

Let all the pain abate

A thousand lives of strength and wisdom

Swim within your wake

We travel moving forward

The past is fading out

The world you know is always changing

But you will thrive in it somehow

Pass the candle slowly

The wisdom of the old

Joined forever in this grand playground

We never play alone

 

Fragile times

On and on the cold wind blows

Freezing out the dying rows

The harvest was too lean this time

To help my family survive

I need to nourish my children

By staving off this wicked wind

Work is scarce and pay is cheap

And all I want to do is sleep

Outside my house the animals bleat

Aching for some grain to eat

I tried in vain to make them safe

But winter comes to call today

Chop the wood to feed the hearth

And shape the tallow to fight the dark

Spin the wool to make the yarn

So much to do here on the farm

The spring approaches finally

This brings hope for my family

I saw a crow soar yesterday

Warmer weather is on the way

I need to hang on and keep the faith

That the springtime thaw won't be too late

Then I will plant the corn in rows

And watch the lifeblood I till grow

dark= evil, light =good why?

i came across a bunch of replies on this topic from a canadian post 2 years ago.  here it is:http://ca.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100424162723AAGoH0D  this is a pretty cool topic.  i have always been drawn to darkness, even as a child.  most of my fears come from daytime, not night.  i find peace and wonder in the night.  the ancient pagans worshiped the moon as our mother goddess.  how evil could night be?  i have seen things at night that i find wonderful.  the full moon on the ocean while standing on a cliff.  meteors streaking across the sky.  the moons of jupiter casting their shadows on the planet itself.  i have stared in wonder at the women i have loved as they soak in the candle light.  this is not evil, this is beautiful.  i have been in clubs filled with smoke and danced in blacklight to deep, haunting music.  again, this is not evil.  this is wonderful.  it takes me to a place far away from the pain in this world that effects me most.  i love the shadows, the rich textures of concrete and steel in the harsh streetlights of cities at night.  i love the way grass glows from moonlight, i love swimming in pools at night.  it's quiet and peaceful at night.  i love to walk my dog at night.  he sniffs around, thriving on the same wonder i feel.  how can this be evil??? 

i find light to be unbearable at times.  i have always had sensitive eyes.  light has always hurt me.  my pale skin gets burned.  how is light good?  people look their worst at noon when the light is beating down on them from directly above.  the bags under their eyes show, the whites of their eyes hide in dimness, their stretch marks, age spots, wrinkles, grays; every imperfection bursts out at you in the daylight.  how is this good?  i am not one to ignore the beautiful scenery that one misses at night.  i love watching the surf roll in.  i love a nice walk in the park on a sunny day (as long as my sunscreen and sunglasses are used).  but there is no built-in moral compass that points to light as inherently good.  

i am a person of darkness.  i delight in dreams that come to me in the evening.  i thrive in staring out at the shadows that dance in my backyard.  i love seeing the little night animals scurry about.  i love the excitement of going into a club, filled with smoke and shadows, dancing lights and pounding music.  i have spent the best part of this last year trying to sever this anchor to my dark side.  i have to accept that it will never leave.  Jung stated that this is in us all; this beastial side.  i am very aware of what i can accomplish if i allow myself  too long of a detour into that part of me.  but Jung's shadow is not exactly what i am talking about.  I am referring to the seeking of mysteries, the dancing in the cemeteries without fear.  I am talking about grabbing the night for ourselves and laughing in peace and happiness.  i know not everyone is like me.  i know some of you probably think i am completely nuts for these admissions.  oh well,  enjoy the day.  the day is good and safe and you can see everything.  me, i'll take the unknown, the imagination, the mystery.  i'll take the hard-cutting lights, the deep, rich shadows, the piurples and deep violets of a sunset.  i'll take the blue-black of a wanning day.  i'll take the stars above me, the moon reflecting upon me.  i see no evil in darkness;  not in the night around me, nor in the dark within me.

Taking it in its deepest sense, the shadow is the invisible saurian tail that man still drags behind him. Carefully amputated, it becomes the healing serpent of the mysteries. Only monkeys parade with it.  CG Jung

“When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” Charles Austin Beard

 A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
Jean Genet

friends

i have the brightest blessing in the universe, i have wonderful friends.  i am never alone.  i have all of you to eat lunch with, laugh with, watch walking dead with, go to meetings with, share my joys, sorrows, befuddlements, bewilderments, wishes, dreams, fears, ect. with.  you all rock.  thanks for being in my life and sharing a pretty cool world with me. may all your dreams come true.