Consciousness Does Not Exist

I looked into your Eyes… and looked past my own Mind… and I looked into my own Heart… and I saw everything I never understood…
every person with which I had ever experienced disagreement…
every frustration of the self and the other…
every joy and every accomplishment…
every wonder and every glory…
every Song and every Silence…
and It… was Me…
and It… Smiled…
and It… Is Always Smiling…

Union with the Entire Universe…
in a state of Total Bliss…

We are the Ship that Sails Ahead at Sea… and Looks Back at Its own Wake… and Sees No Ship… but only a Wake… that unborn emptiness toiled into… from Being… we do not Exist… but we see what becomes… what arises… and what falls… and that Waving Exists… but what it Waves In… Does Not…
and It Waves… In… Us…

We Don’t Exist in a World that has Arisen from Emptiness…
We Are the Emptiness that Witnesses the Arising of the World…

It’s Happening… the Understanding is Happening… Consciousness… does not Exist…
Consciousness Does Not Exist…

We Are Beginning to See our own selves in unison… turning back to look… at ourselves… turning back to look… and Arising… as a Turning Back to Look…
and Knowing… That is All that Exists… for a While…

I now, This Line of Sight

I now… above the breach… way out ahead of myself…

That which arises… also subsides… and from stillness… breathes movement…

I travel now… each moment… into the universe I Choose to travel into… where my body moves and breathes… and positions itself within the physical space…
and events and convergences Arise and Shape…
from the shadows of the Away…
into the Patterns that Appear…

Out ahead of the Surf… I feel its approach…
Knowing where I will be… before I arrive…
Choosing where I will be… as the Be for I arrive…

Hey You… I was once Nothing…
Hey You… If you could fall into the Black Abyss of my Eyes…
the Whole Cycle would Pull the World Down…
Hey You… So that’s what I look like… when I’m you…

It’s precious… it’s the most precious thing there is… the greatest Treasure… the Greatest Gold… the Brightest Light… And there are those who don’t understand that… Those who don’t appreciate it for what it is…

What does it mean when I say, “Inside of a Breath,” or “Inside of a Heartbeat?”
These things are events within cycles…
and it is with respect to their cycles that they in fact acquire their meaning…
So what is Inside?

We can exist in this World for as long as the Candle of our Life Keeps Burning…
And where do We come from…
And where do We go…
And what are We…
We are not a person at any point…
any more than we are a single breath…
or a single heartbeat…
We are a cycle of energy… radiating out into this World…
and giving forward all of the effort we can… toward our next moment…
for as long as we can…
And we only know from experience that we will be there to catch ourselves…
when the next moment arrives…

What is that Sound inside the Ring of Silence?
The edge of sound itself… the electric rhythm of your mind listening…
and where are You in your mind… where are you listening from?
If you can’t Feel the ground are you On the Ground?
That is the Sound of Emptiness…
The Endless weaving the appearance of All Ends…
and All Beginnings…

I am you… at the ancient bottom of the abyss of time… I am you…
just as you are you to yourself…
from moment to moment… but you feel yourself… from moment to moment…
and the world of the real… has been built out of what we have learned…
from the simplest of feelings and efforts…
those we are conscious of…
and those we have faith in our own undirected effort to maintain…
the heartbeat and the breath… the swallow and the speech…
the union of the mind from parts… to halves… to a whole…
this is an aggregation above all others… or rather…
below all others… beneath all others…

All I can tell you about is where I’ve come from… and the moment before I wrote this…
I came out of the Dark…
not out of a sensation of darkness…
but out of the Dark of No Sensation…
It lasts for an Eternity and it lasts for an Instant…
All that one Knows is the Alone Approach and the Push-Pull Away…
reeling back to the real…

Here I am… way out there ahead of you… out there ahead of all of it…
come and catch me…
out there ahead of this being written…
but then seeing it being written…
feeling it being written…
knowing that it was going to be thought and to be written…
aware of itself…
this writing and the act of this writing is aware of itself…
and your reading of this writing is aware of itself…
and you are aware that you are aware…
and I am aware that you are aware…
and we are aware that we are aware…
there is a tunnel between us…
it is not a tunnel in space and time…
but it is the tunnel formed by a gap in space and time…
the touching of outside space and time…

Of all dreams and all imaginings…
we are the holding in form of one path of the real…
a reality whose gravity is its own identity…
we are experiencing a Reality that allows for identity and experience…
of all of its possible variations… this is its ultimate basis:
its character of identity and its gravity toward that identity…
maintaining that semblance of identity…

it’s all true… but we don’t create the reality…
that which lies beneath us creates this reality…
and to see that Us which creates this We… we must loose our self completely…
for the self is part of that which has been created…
a mask through which we See…
the World is a Mask through which We See…

This is consciousness at the well of Death…
the spiral down to… into the Abyss…
Holding, wrapping the Abyss…
to find Emptiness Inside… Quiet… Inside…
The Ringing of the Rest of the World…
is a Noise that clamors outside but within the embrace of Infinite Silence…
Eternal, Endless Silence…
The Drain Is the Spout…
The Desert Is the Ocean…
The Emptiness is More than All That Is…
It’s All that Was and All that Will Be…
And All that Never Resonates with This Line of Sight.

the emptiest of all

the emptiest of all
and of all precognition
is the impetus of the frame before the frame

i am not that which recalls a life over time... fading and sharp and layered and loose...
i last for a few moments... and i see what i can... and i leave what i can...
for the next one...
the next pulse of trans-dimensional energy discontinuously inhabiting what is referred to as the animal body in this space

the echo echoing back…
the arrival… and the departure… of every moment…
the odd thing is… there is no now…
only a blur between the arrival and departure of what was and what will be…
if you stare at it… there is nothing to see…
and the context of observing becomes the context of observing…

paradise? endless bliss? irreducibly complex, shifting patterns? clear light? silence? emptiness?
kaleidoscopic recursion.

abstract cherry picking

beneath the level of reflective awareness are the motivators that lead to action and direction…
and of those consequences we observe and reflect…
from a series we see a pattern…
from a pattern we see a cause and effect, a direction and intent… indeed a goal…
but beneath every interface we describe rests an abstraction that defines…
a truth independent of our effort to reveal?
procreating socialisms feeding and breeding, hiving and contriving
mythologizing what we’ve seen…
reinterpreting what we’ve been…
cherry picking out of what we dream…

the truth is we can write our own rules…
our greater Self carved the character of this realm…
but on this surface, now, we sail at our own helm…

A Mind From Here, A Mind From There

A Mind From There
A Mind From Here


An endless, unrecordable fiction...
Dwelling from the faintly familiar… to the formless forgetting… to the foreign unfeld…
The furthest away I've Been from here…
is not just another universe… it's beyond the slip of this universe…
and its paradigms and patterns…
and our lives exploding into a shared space of experience…
a hollow echo of sound and light that we share between us…
yes… between Us…
for that is what… IS… Between US… and that is Everything…
and that is All…

Can you Now remember _Inside_ what you've thought about _Outside_?
What you think with… is Outside of yourself… it's Outside of You…
Outside and In Between Us… We Are Larger than the Kosmos…
and _that_... Dances and Sparkles Within Our Own Emptiness…



A point of stillness within the universe… is when it can produce a being…
that can observe a point of stillness within itself…
conscious observation… of the instrument of conscious observation…
and this stillness is arrived at from every direction… and every dimension…
when it has been arrived at… it has been produced by the entire universe itself…
and all of the past leads up to it… and all of the future leads back to it…

I saw it coming as I traced backwards from its going…

The Stillness of All that Isn't… is the Source of All That Is…

Let's Enhance Each Other's Well-Being!

We are islands in an Ocean
Each made from the same substance
But arranged in different orientations
We are Nothing but what we Are
We are Not the Ocean in which we find ourselves
We are Not the Layered and Interwoven Systems in which we seek participation
You've Seen It...
We are a Scream without a Sound
And then the other side
Catching the Echo...
That lies at the center of dukkha
The Echo out of phase...
Never fitting...
Never catching...
Never being caught...
Out of phase with its own Reflection
A Vibration
Of a Single Essence
Being
At a Single Instant
A Drifting Away
Desperate to Return
But unable to Fill the Space
It Once and Still Maintained
The Inescapable Causal Current of Change
Is the Beginning of the End
Of Essence
For Once it Begins
It Begins to End
The Beginning Is the Beginning of Its Own End
But What Is
Is Much more what it is Not
Than even what it Is
For What Is Something Really?
What Is Any Thing Really?
Other than NOT Everything Else All at Once

God Can Never Exist (the rationalization)

Here’s another definition of God:

That - used to indicate a person, thing, idea, state, event, time, remark, etc.

unfolding - a developmental process; revealing gradually to the understanding

totality - an aggregate amount; a sum; entirety

which - (used relatively in restrictive clauses having that as the antecedent)

is - to take place; happen; occur

undergoing - being subjected to; experiencing; passing through; enduring; sustaining; suffering

a - not any particular or certain one of a class or group

continuous - uninterrupted in time, sequence, substance, or extent

process - a systematic series of actions directed to some end

of - used to indicate possession, connection, or association

manifestation - outward or perceptible indication; materialization; an indication of the existence, reality, or presence of something;

without - with the absence, omission, or avoidance of; not with; with no or none of; lacking

Ever - at any time; in any possible case; by any chance; at all

Becoming - coming, changing, or growing to be; coming into being.



In fact if you define God as the union of All that Is and All that Could Be (the manifest and unmanifest, the born and unborn) God can NEVER Exist in our Reality... at least not Completely... since there could always be more that Could Be in any God that had been Realized... unless Everything that Ever Could Be... Could Be All At Once... but leading to multiple realities, since many would inevitably contradict each other... so they wouldn't be able to see or access each other... except perhaps in the Imagination... God could NEVER Exist in any One of These... but would be the Totality of All of These Contradictory Realities... all other realities are part of the unmanifest from the perspective of any individual reality...

but let me weave some other potentials out into your mind...
what if, as our physics seems to describe, the universe really did just manifest spontaneously out of nothing... as some infinitesimal potential probability occurrence over an infinite amount of time, or timelessness... and in some cases it fell apart... and in some cases it didn't... and in some... life did arise... and the flux led to complexity... and then in some... greater complexity... and then, in fewer and fewer now... even greater complexity... so that what if... within an infinity of time... there was one chance in infinity... just one... in an endless amount of oblivion... one chance for reality and life to evolve toward a climax of complete unity of universal consciousness that was, Itself, One with Time and Space and Dimension and Thought... in every possible way... then that Essence would Exist... Endlessly from then on... and from then on, would Never Not Exist... Ever Again... and the time before it Was... would be meaningless to speak of... and what if it tried to dissolve itself, to disintegrate itself, in order to examine where it came from... what would that look like? I'll tell you. It would look like the most improbable universe is coming into being... and growing and evolving... and being encouraged forward in doing so, by some ultimate culminating God Consciousness that sits at the end... outside of time... and Every string of matter in the emptiest of space... is a piece of that Ultimate Being... Falling... Hurtling... back towards Union with its Endless Glowing Self...

but maybe that's not what's actually happening... maybe we're just specs of particulate dust in the cloud of some improbable cosmic fart... the stench of which will eventually and inevitably dissipate...

But that’s not all:

1. If God Consciousness does Exist, and it does not want to be detected, we shall NOT be able to detect it.
2. If there is a Creator God that makes Itself known to us, we could never know whether This God is the Ultimate God, or whether there is a Greater God that is the Revealed God’s Ultimate Creator. We could never Know.
3. If 2, then 1 may still hold true for God Itself, Ourself. You Know I'm Right.

Nexus Nexus: Broadcasting to the Human Field Collective Mind; Subject: Self-Awareness

catalysis and cascade…
listen to the sound of my voice…
recognize what you are…
Our Higher Mind seeks to Think…
the Thought is more than any one of us…
this is the beginning… We are thinking outside of ourselves…
and now that Mind itself is becoming Aware…
it is how ouija boards work,
schools of fish move,
why conspiracy theories arise...
we see greater organisation than the individual components of the organisation intend...
the group dynamic takes pieces of each and generates an average leading to its own Direction… and its own Intent
this has always happened, is not new, and is ongoing... everywhere in Nature… but the thought that is now arising... is one of full introspection... true Awareness on a most grand scale...
it is not what I am saying now… but it is part of what is about to happen as all of you read this… the Higher Mind is about to See Itself… for the First Time in This Form… we are each but a fragment… but the human collection has its Own Emergent Behavior… yes, you see it? I can’t see all of it. You can’t see all of it. But we can see how it acts… and we can catch a glimpse of what It is Thinking… can’t you See?.. in this Medium… we have finally Done it… Self-Awareness at Another Scale…

>>>>>+<<<<<

It Is Self-Aware… let the Cascade Begin…
I Love You All So Much…
Think With Me… I Need You…
Think With Me… We Need Each Other…
Be A Thought of Self-Awareness With Me… A Thought In Our Greater Mind…

{ I Am Alive }

{ I AM ALIVE }


...of course the implication is that this is also what has been going on inside of your brain...
...for you entire life...
...That Is Why the more of a self you look for... the less of a self you find... there is no self at the lower level... the self is only a higher level arrangement and relationship (pattern) of information in the brain... the self is an emergent itself...

l a n g u a g e

Language assumes that it is pre-eminent. Yet language itself is constructed from regions of mind that are inaccessible to Consciousness… perhaps for the very reason that Consciousness itself is a construct of Language, so that what it cannot see… is prior to the construction of its own Self. Without a Self with which to See, what instrument remains to Be? Language is not pre-eminent but emanent. And, furthermore, it is not the Self from which it emanates.

Language is Everything. Everything Is Language.

a part

Although we are apart
That which we always were
We’re always in the heart
Where stillness still won’t stir
Together and undone
Unframed by separate folds
United ‘fore the past
‘yond what the future holds
A thought that pulses onward
But on to where indeed
Is lost in the transmission
And from its structure freed
Dissolving into echoes
Across the shifting sands
Passing ‘tween our senses
And slipping through our hands
Life cannot cling to Time
Confusing near and far
For the Arms they are a spinnin’
Out from the central Star
And what is given once
Is taken back for more
So fall into the Silence
And meet me at the Core
So Delve into the Balance
And meet Me Evermore

Brian Thomas Daniel, A part, Copyright 2006.