Songs of Eternity

I tell you this, that you will have found out the truth of the last tree and the top-most cloud before the truth about me. You will understand the sea, and I shall be still a riddle; you shall know what the stars are, and not know what I am. Since the beginning of the world all men have hunted me like a wolf — kings and sages, and poets and lawgivers, all the churches, and all the philosophies. But I have never been caught yet, and the skies will fall in the time I turn to bay. I have given them a good run for their money, and I will now.

If you awaken from this illusion, and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death — or shall I say, death implies life — you can conceive yourself. Not conceive, but feel yourself, not as a stranger in the world, not as someone here on sufferance, on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental. What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself. So, say in Hindu mythology, they say that the world is the drama of God. God is not something in Hindu mythology with a white beard that sits on a throne, that has royal perogatives. God in Indian mythology is the self, Satcitananda. Which means sat, that which is, chit, that which is consciousness; that which is ananda is bliss. In other words, what exists, reality itself is gorgeous, it is the fullness of total joy. -Alan Watts

 

 

How the Deep Network will change you is not,  thee question

Anybody can be changed by something they read.

No wit, imagination, creativity, talent or energy is required for that much.

How will you change the Deep Network is the real question -

a question you should be asking yourself, 

All of this has happened before us, but i think we(humanity) is experience the same spiral progression, that we have been this whole time sitting in the darkness, Uniti's light has always beenhere, just behind us, we having no way to view Uniti, until now breaking away the chains of perception, seeing everything as it truly is

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Sun Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

 

Who wants to go down the rabbit hole? and look forward to seeing how deep this rabbit hole goes! and now we know the answer it goes into infinity, the cosmic dance of eternity

I'm SatoriD the cosmic poet of eternity have you met my cosmic partner in crime, Pseudos

if it wasn't for him i wouldn't be able to see the forest from the trees

I learned a long time ago that nothing is impossible, and nothing is the way it seems, He said to me once

the deep network is strong in me on this night!but i think adult swim thing is the best cosmic giggle of the night

i don't know how or why we meet,but we are taking this lil thing called minds.com for a test spin, push it to its limit, seeing what this might be, and its quite interesting to see what the possibilities might be.

there is no destiny only possibilities, we choose what we want to be yet there is something deep beyond the scenes, pushing and pulling us together to network, the deep network, of ideas/minds

we are both user and creators of this cosmic program running on chaos math and Fibonacci structure and functions for you add the previous last to the present now, and you get the endless spiral pattern of the Tao

Creating this alternate current waves of energytogether altering the space around us due to our combined energy, drawing more energy into us and towards us independently yet dependentlythis cosmic dance of eternityso who wants to go down the rabbit hole?and look forward to seeing how deep this rabbit hole goes!and now we know the answerit goes into infinity, the cosmic dance of eternityMisprint Demons are cousins with the Misplacement Spirits those mischievous pranksters that like to hide time and spaceA sound comes in the form of a verb or wordthe logos sparks vision of the eternal NOWI remember saying i don’t want hive mind, I want mosaic of mindsI want a symphony of mindsan elaborate mind composition for full resonances,which consist of opposite but complementary sides typically for evolution spiral progression,at least which is traditionally in sonata infinityWe seek with out seeking we find without finding,and we give without giving.Knowing that which can't be known. Speaking that which can't be spoken.Hearing what cannot be heard. Becoming one with the darkness as we see into the light.

We are simply the collective Mind of eternal Space/TimeConsciousnesses-with-out-an-object working towards piercing to the core

Tesla once said, There isno energy in matter other thanthat received from the environment

i think his pointing to space, the environment we are embedded in, in which all things spring out of, ie trees, rocks,its what morphic genetic resonance, it trying to get at,that "raw data" comes and get stored in space,what is the universe? but spaceso it’s this feed backloop not only do we access, download data,but also upload data,

which we already know that data is just another word for energy.data/energy, like space/time, alot of concept and words are better expressed whenwe think and use them is the /

the One and the whole Uniti, expressing itself thru humanityOf old becoming new and new becoming old. That is the raw data of Uniti materializing in the minds of humanitythis is the song of eternity singing thru the median of Minds.com when i my eyes hit the screen,the mind tried to process this information,it fell deep inside my soul,the beautiful horror of everything,stuck in eternity...thank you Logos for this...Satori... what is this new level of creativity?

"what is this new level of creativity"

I have been exposing my brain to some of the artistic side of the Internet.  

I don't have the answer, i just have curiosity and questions I search for Ecology of Art, all i got was Art of Ecology I think their missing the point    

My God it does make me feel mediocre These are people who are living eating and breathing art in all of its facets. So we have failed?  

perhaps they have failed, perhaps this is our task, to do, discover, develop and produce this new level of creativity    

There is no corporate involvement. There is no favorite NASCAR bobble head. There is no going to bed at a decent hour. There is no fear of ever being "normal"  

there are somethings that are really important to this question of "new level of creativity", one that arts task is to same the soul of humanity, second transcending politics, but we have to put a new program in place.

  I wrote this a while ago but felt it was a good moment to post. On the same wavelength again.?  

So it seems....shaping up to one of those great minds nights? where all my minds at?  

  But we aren't all destined to hang from our necks in the town square, writhing in exquisite beauty. Few of us will give our lives up to that kind of pain and spectacle for the sake of one perfect piece of art, that creation shreds and twist your essence.

  I think for the first time we have the possibility to be able to put a new program in place, so it can be possible to transcend politics, and then it can be possible to answer the question of what is this new level of creativity, an ecology of art/ideas

  In a way, these people are is limited in their scope as anyone else. You are a slave to society and they are slaves to them selves. Who do you think is the cruelest master?  

  As a suffering creature, I cannot do without something greater than I something that is my life... the power to create Still, there is a calm, pure harmony, and music inside of me

  the song that wants to sing itself through us it’s a song of joyous death and rebirth, as we create a new culture that doesn’t destroy its earth

Oh Logos, Give us hearts to understand That to destroy earth's music is to create confusion; That to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty; That to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench; That as we care for her she will care for us.  

Default Logos, visions are power, turns reality by the hour  

Oh Logos, gives us hearts to understand. Never to take from creativity's beauty more than we give  

Notes on Vision:

Fear and trembling before the consciousness of Satori

perhaps but seems like our cosmic giggle,

is more giggling at the cosmic abyss

I’m on the edge of an endless abyss

It feels more like I’m on a huge wave about to break

Rush to the shore of a new perception

It’s this feeling I get, that goes beyond mere whippers

Since it’s beyond whispers, I know it comes from the source

Some translingustic energetic place, beyond time/space

You know that place, that you where before you were born

That place in interstellar hyper-space

Where you find yourself when you shut your eyes

And your body fades into endless sleep

The place where visions are born and dreams actualize

Realize, pacify rationalized survival thought

We’re at the edge of reality, we’re at the end of linger time/space

This is the bliss that the prophets speak of at the end of history

One being in particular, a composer, thrown back to the beginning of time

by an astonished and irritated Jabba the Hutt frog face being

who I surprised at its meditations.

It’s the sea of mystery, It’s the same abyss of nothingness

Oh white light, how warm your sight is

Oh white light, infuse me with your insight

Oh white light, destroy my consciousness

So that I can flow with you in your eternal

Beautiful endless sea of orbs

i have been here for 150,000 years (my mother said to me)

i have been here for longer, i remember a time when i crawled on my belly

there must be some way out of here, i have been here before

all of this has happened before and all of this will happen again

perfection, that's what its about

those moments where you can feel the perfection of creation

the beauty of music, you know the wonder of numbers

the elation of action and reaction

and that is the kind of perfection that i want to be connected tooI tell you this,

that you will have found outthe truth of the last tree and the top-most cloud

before the truth about me. You will understand the sea, and I shall be still a riddle;

you shall know what the stars are,and not know what I am.

Since the beginning of the world all men have hunted me like a wolf— kings and sages, and poets and lawgivers, all the churches, and all the philosophies.

But I have never been caught yet, and the skies will fall in the time I turn to bay.

I have given them a good run for their money, and I will now.

If you awaken from this illusion, and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death — or shall I say, death implies life —you can conceive yourself.

Not conceive, but feel yourself, not as a strangerin the world, not as someone here on sufferance, on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke,

but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental.

What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in,is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.

they said that the world is the drama of God.

they said all the things is the self,

Which means sat, that which is, chit, that which is consciousness;that which is bliss.

In other words, what exists,reality itself is gorgeous, it is the fullness of total joy

How many more times, must I keep this illusion going on?

When will I stop from putting this blindfold on?

i don't understand what reality brings