Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Near Death Experience: Coming to Life

Most folks these days know what you're talking about when you speak of the N.D.E.- the tunnel towards the light, floating up out of the body, (poor thing! people often think looking down), the spooky as hell Life Review- where an entire lifetime can be re-lived from multiple perspectives and intense detail in no time at all, meeting dead loved ones, feeling the presence of complete unconditional love......

Yeah, this is some strange stuff. I mean, really, WTF.

But thinking people want to know: is this just the fireworks of a dying brain, the last desperate fantasies of a sputtering flame? The final longing moves of a pathetic losing game?

Doesn't look that way at all, after 30 years of scientific enquiry. It really doesn't. Something very real and very profound is going on. Now, I'm not going to make this case. If you're interested get any book by Dr. Raymond Moody or Dr. Pim Van Lommell.

All I want to say is this: most of us know that our world is in extreme crisis. In many ways, we are hanging by a thread. Death may be very near. (And it's always on its way anyway) We need some real comfort, soothing, love. Guidance. Faith in something higher, and the courage that comes from this faith- not the faith of fevered hopes and dreamy Utopias, but something tangible, grounded, embodied even in it's dis-embodiment. (NDEs as koan!)

And of course traditional religion is of no use anymore to anyone except maybe my aunt. And even the 'cool' Eastern stuff- talk of non-duality and lofty concepts like emptiness, however profound, are too abstract and heady for most- (What? I don't exist!?)- and they're difficult to practice in such a chaotic environment. This approach can even in the short term can cause bewilderment and be misinterpreted quite easily. Resulting in exististential ennui and big spiritual egos and nihilistic 'nothing but' Absolutism- a bunch of traps litter that venerable roadside....

This Heroic Quest that drives great men and women to live in caves turning green eating nettles or doing without sex (right!) is the transcendent path, the Father wisdom. Get out da bed, wash yo ass make some noise in the kitchen with them pots and pans.....and get on that meditation bench- we got an agenda here. Somewhere to be. Metaphysics to chew on. Things are a mess! With the Masculine side of things, Reality always has a point (get it? actually you can define masculine as anything that has a point) and that point is to make everybody free in one way or the other.......Get 'er Done! (Nothing to do with actual men and women here- we're all bi-gendered)

So much for the necessary, but not sufficient, Masculine side of spirituality. But, when yer freakin' grandma meets you at your death bed- and every one else in the room shares that experience- yeah, that's some visceral shit indeed and a horse of a different color. More real, in the sense of this relative world, as we live it- just as we live them, today, as fucked up and unenlightened as we may be- yet suffused by almost unspeakable love in the N.D.E.

Now we're seeing the Feminine side of divinity- the connections, the relationships, the heart-bonds, the personal and deeply shared- the sometimes terrible beauty but always deepening nature of this world, this life. The journey is the goal- as sacred, intended and loved in all it's chaos as any Perfect Garden in its well worked symmetry, or a mountain yogi's well earned bliss. Of course, the Feminine and Masculine are two sides of the same coin. They not only need each other, they are each other! How are yours getting along?

But I digress. What the N.D.E. tells us about reality is so much more powerful than any kind of concept- which includes any kind of aim or goal, any linear process- however profound. In the N.D.E, Science meets Spirituality and Religion meets Science. Spirituality even might meet Religion! Well how do you do and where the hell have you been? Nice- now they're all communicating. For once! Naturally, organically- not like some awkward blind date. This is the beauty of the N.D.E.

It's technically called a 'crisis apparition' when Granny calls- and as a metaphor, I can think of none better for this world right now. Granny is calling- and we're beginning to listen.

If NDEs point to a Bigger Universe, and I think they do- then what better road to take in understanding that universe than actually listening to what these experiences are telling us?And here's a key point- as N.D.E.s are known all around the world, people around the world now have a common language- we can talk about the Bigger Universe, happily including modern science, and avoiding religion. Because we're talking about people's experiences here, with cold hard science backing up the claims- not a-priori beliefs, or ancient revelations filtered through the generations in pre-modern cultures.

Nothing wrong with them- they work for many- but they won't speak to most.

Ah, yes you say- but what if the NDE experience is itself a product of cultural or religious conditioning, or New Age expectations?

What then?

But here's the cool part- atheists and christians all have the same experience, more or less. Around the world, the basic pattern is the same.

And that's the final beauty of the NDE. It cuts through all the bullshit, falling towers and all- and reveals something so Human, and yet at the same time Divine, that words cannot express what people feel and know through this experience- and even reading the stories can directly transmit some of that connection that we all have, and will all follow. That's my experience anyway.

I tell people N.D.E. stories a lot, just bring it up to strangers anywhere. "oh, I just read this cool story- want to hear it?'

Yes. They always do. And it always stirs something deep and beautiful in each of us. Connects us, because we each feel eternity radiating out of that story, a crack in the door....

And I didn't say one fucking word about religion or even 'spirituality'!

And that's a good thing. Concepts tend to be divisive, as thought is necessarily so. Stories tend to bond, and the Universe is indeed a Story, first and foremost. Quite a tale indeed......

Interested? Go here and read for like a half hour. How do you feel? Let me know!

http://www.nderf.org/Exceptional%20Accounts.htm





Sunday, January 25, 2009

Subduality

Watchers

I’m not trying to be abstract in the least when I say that I am a man who ponders duality daily. The gorilla in the room and there’s no reason not to ponder such a beast. Of course, in this day of lightning global whirls, mad knowledge and girls gone wild, someone’s always willing to spill the beans and cream still rises to the top, mostly- and here I mean the best stuff the planet’s come up with so far, grokked mightily by her most grokkable- Buddha, Lao Tzu, and when you pan it down to the richest ore you get teachings that tackle and characterize the nature of actuarial tabla rasas.........the very basis of a ‘you’in the first place.

Welcome to nonduality, friend, and watch your step- in step or out of step as it might be....watch your step because, when it comes to nonduality, you’re going to need both feet.

Seems funny, I know. To talk about something like nonduality at all, one’s mind must balance on the head of a pin and dive off backwards into a crystal pool forever falling. The serum that is Truth Lives burning anguish all else beside. There is no forward gone with no way home. All comfort rides this wind of swift razors cutting through- the colors in the wings of wild birds. Altogether, collaboration equals zero, yet everyone is here. A party ensues.

People come to the party and ask. Who subdued the dual? Where did I go? Am I doubley dual when I play the fool? The nature of the Known is always- always- the Unknown, and every great Truth, as for those, take a look at its opposite- another great truth. Damn.

Thus, I propose ‘soft duality’............the new duality with half the hassle; one less problem: Big You. ‘ you’ would still exist, but no Capitals, only far side ranges of snow mountains clear and present.

Or maybe Subduality- where the Big Bulb is wholly part of the show, or even better- the show of all shows, cut to the chase, making your own movie on the slipstream of the Edge, feeling the Beauty of the Bulb all the while...........

Slipstream the currents of soft duality. Don’t throw the baby out with the bath! And getting back to that party? Duality is where all the action is baby! But, sometimes he goes too far..........ah, the Devil. Keep an eye on those car keys!

Oh and here's a bit on duality writ weird and cool.

Next time: The Prodigal daughter

Monday, February 11, 2008

Of the Forests



Of the forests
Tendons dark rooted
Drawing towards dusk,
Retreating in blue haze-

If there is little to say
Then they will not speak-

If there is little to speak
Then they cannot say-

The ground lies under,
Always-

As night turns to day.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Winter's Pain


In my parlour of Winter
Pianos never played
Black keys covered with clear ice
Hammers nuzzle still to space
Lonely in undrafted air
Each silent note
Keening, lovely-

Oh, even you, Winter,
Struggling to speak,
Wanting your answer!

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Mycillium



Too late for poetry
and too late for song
When we're too tired to sing
-and God knows it's late-
Spirit dries to tinder
Crackling, popping in the night's clear dark-

There's little to be thankful for, then,
But thankfulness

Little to be afraid of
But Thankfulness
-and how she pulled me from my fear-
A fear I'm afraid I cannot do without.

Fear rooted in air
Rotted in Earth
Mycillium and all the molds-

Crying in the thankful dark.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

One to Ten



Pennies counted, colas founted
All the timely minds of men
will only count to ten
And beginning over once again.

Yet Seven sisters
Straight above your crown!
so lovely in their darkened crystal found-

But this is true, and truer plain in solar view:
Count every single tiny grain
That lies on bedrock's dusty plain
within both God's and Goddess's reach
-feeling every time-drenched beach
Yes, count them all, then, passing thrall,
Look up again-
And multiply the relaxing eye
(know them all up in that sky)

By one to ten.

Now: finding body deep in bed
Follow where the Soul hath fled-
And counting back from ten to one,
Take one more breath and counting's done.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Don't Care

Don't Care

Posted on Apr 1st, 2007 by T : Eyes in the Pine T
The_ancient_ones Did you ever like the old adage 'we'll all be dead in 50 years'? I always got a helpful little nudge from the phrase, although 50 years is a bit of a stretch at this juncture!

And yes, most all of you reading these words will in fact be dead in 50 years, if not, and probably, sooner.

This is good news.

The reason that this is good news lays clearly in the lay of the land. The land lays, but nothing stays. Even the Land, even the Sun, even the Gods and Goddesses must die.

So that the Land the Sun and Gods and Goddesses might live, at all.

So we have a Confidence Game here, a Set Up of set ups. A game that you are bound to lose……….

How do you keep from losing?

Simple. Don't Care.

Not caring, instead of making you a monster, will make you a Saint. Given a few lifetimes of real commitment.

Because 'caring' is based in wanting something, having an agenda of some sort. Any sort. This is the engine of aggression in this world. Things are not fine as they are, In My opinion…;.;.. Others, as ever, will disagree in some way at some point and then…………..

………well, you know. A World Jerusalem of 'Sacred Sites' bristling with shoulder fired rocket launchers and AK 47s……….…..

But we can't help but to care! It's wired into us like white rice in an California Roll.

Not a problem. Simply learn to not care if you care or not. Not Caring doesn't mean 'not giving a shit'………………..that's just another form of caring becoming aggression………….

………..Compassion is our true nature. All we have to do is relax deeply- which takes some work and training, sadly- to touch our true divinity, where not to care is to be All Caring, just naturally, organically…………………

What a relief……don't care.

Let caring happen all by itself.

Moto above is maybe a creature that's been dead for 50 million years or maybe still roams the Loch on this very Lord's Day and Oh My a chicken dinner sure sounds good.