Letho

[Letho]

 

 

A deeper integration into fullness following the previous post...

As well as, the previous year and into the new deeply strategically planned.

 

Okay, I've had a realisation following my previous entry, let's call this a movement into the terrain of not just cognitive scaffolding but inter-emotional scaffolding into and from where psyche meets long term vision. This fusion of empathic intensity, disciplined creation-destruction energies, and advanced cognitive frameworks is something that I like and have written about before, however it lacks a deeper emotional intelligence that I envision to expand upon much more deeply this year. It expands on prior ideas of “Open Processing,” dopaminergic re-patterning, moral alignment, and the forging of a martial yet deeply compassionate worldview, which again I've written about in the past, expanding upon well, yeah more cognitive frameworks but that I'm yet to truly synchronise at the emotional level, something that is going to complement the stripped down bioelectrical endeavour into finer emotional attunement, which, I'm certainly finding in my music training, however at the consciousness level, bridges will need to be more deeply established into the future for a deeper holistic impact on my sense of self and, sense in relationships for deeper connection. personal alignment, universal purpose, and quietly resonant connection with those who share a parallel path of deep introspection. A silent chord of resonance for kindred souls who value authenticity, psychological growth, and unwavering yet gentle strength.

In my previous contemplations, I spoke of a personal “war” that transcends the usual violence we attribute to that word. War, as I see it, is the friction between an emerging principle of higher consciousness and the inertia of old, limiting structures; however my body still instinctually responds to it at the level of my own cultural indoctrination when paired with the empathy I have for the captured, fallen and the brave still striving. When I allow empathy to flame within, it stirs a protective urge, not merely for myself but for life at large in general. It follows me everywhere I go, its not an identity, its a thing that as I've expressed earlier my psyche just slips into the shoe of without imperfection, but with imperfect self-justifying results that deny my rise above the fray of their myopia. I must however still evolve these responses further beyond merely positively reinforcing them subconsciously at the helm of their respite for what they're motivated by, I must weaponize 'it', empathy and its consciousness spectrum beyond merely connotations of 'war' and instead into the 'war' of honing it into a constructive force, and across all emotional channels to live at that consciousness intersection beyond empathic distortions and visions of protection where that's flipped and instead we have the consciousness intersection of holistic emotional presence with a balanced vision of consciousness. Empathy, is clearly tethered to an instinctual flight-fight response in me that has its positives and negatives, now though, I am truly more committed than ever at turning that into flight for the heights of greater systematic emotional integration. Leaning into the end of the year, I worked diligently at integrating my journal insights to reach a greater psychological epoch, however that striving in spite of the psychological benefit still left me yearning for a deeper emotional salience with life that this year, I will, this time only in the breath of its ingredients, strive to deeply align with and achieve this year. A resignation of psychological defeat as I reflect on the battles lost in the same battles I thought I had won at every intersection of its reinforcement now opens up the consciousness emotional battlefield for me to experience a deeper sustenance with life, a deeper friendship and love. The theoretical moral precision of the essay I carved on the fly earlier in my journal where I explored how consciousness limits intersected with moral limits cannot be without interrogation of the emotional world that occupies the life and blood both won and lost in the living of those limits; that in ignorance, my own loyalty to parts of myself, remains misguided as miss refinements in living out a higher alignment with the path of synchronisation with life I spelled out at the end in the previous entry. Within this moral battlefield, I reassert my vow, to defend the sanctity of life by forging a deeper clarity within myself where before I was controlled by my empathy and the bioelectrical paths forged from it as opposed to my consciousness broadening itself through empathy. If destruction is needed, it must be targeted first and foremost at my own illusions of where I must focus externally where those aims are not fortified with the intensity of the same passion in said clarity, that upon parting of clouds and the internal intersectional spectrums I remain entrapped by because of the weight of their consciousness hypnosis, not only a deeper humanity emerges but that deeper resonance with life, my own postulated first meta-dimensional principle for life, again noted at the end of the previous journal. 

Empathy, in its raw form, can overwhelm. The watery-eyed response to suffering, the ache in the chest at the sight of injustice, can leave one feeling powerless, and so my nervous system cocoons itself in the darkness of destruction that forgets its own self-preservational instinct in the protection of another. Several instances that have occurred recently... A nasty taxi driver getting angry at occupants that I felt the need to protect, a security guard that was questioning an elderly lady a little too hard, a few drunken young twenties I was compelled to bring into check upon noticing a mother and her children becoming distressed. A perception, a feeling, a trigger, that simply heightened awareness into higher states of consciousness doesn't bring levity to, instead it goes at the heart of deeper layers of my own nuanced moral structures within between self, existence and universe are what need refinement, something that can't merely be done at the cognitive level, I've realised though, my cognition is the cup that holds the water that holds the purity, simplicity and beauty of my intention to creation; a nuance I was missing in my development as a being; its a synergy that has its own vitality, life-force, intrinsic life-reality aligning 'self-status' that upon authoring my balancing on that tight-rope, this discipline on this steady line paves an entirely new trajectorial feedback loop.

Lately, I’ve been experimenting with a cosmic framing for empathy. Rather than seeing it as a localized, interpersonal phenomenon, I envision empathy as a force that unites sentient consciousness across time and space; something that I've attempted to begin bridging to in earlier writings in my journal. A universal hum, a subtle awareness that each being’s joy or pain resonates in the vast web of existence that in modern times, we're battling a whole spectrum of consciousness gestalts, that is ways consciousness constructs the sense of self-identity in real time which steers consciousness off the path of its awareness where in confirmation of the self in real time, it triggers people either into confirmation in their experience or denial upon their verification of their emboldened ignorance like I expressed in the previous post concerning Russian's treatment of soldiers something that I thought I was bringing opposite reaction to, but I didn't truly make it in the unity of emotion to Mind, I was made by it in the divide between emotion and mind and subsequently emotion controlling rather than informing the conscientiousness of mind. Tapping into that hum both emboldens and humbles me the more I learn to, emboldens, because I feel part of something grand; humbles, because it reminds me of how minuscule my individual perspective can be when placed in the cosmic tapestry. I am not Michael, I am a raindrop among thunderous raindrops, season of human in the seasons of humanity, the walking panther among too its prey, I understand all of this and I am not contained by any of it outside of these divisions I am not merely just trying to bring wholeness to as that would be a mistake, I am getting every dividing line to overlap and with every increase in symmetry, the wholeness is automatic, and the emotional resonance I seek becomes visceral. 

Okay, so I've introduced the concept of Open Processing, the advanced state of continuous creative ideation that arises once dopaminergic pathways have been sufficiently cultivated at the 'dream like' level, aka, the whole jazz that people speak about regarding "Haven't you seen how spontaneously creative your dreams are when you go to sleep without effort!". That's the kind of automatic subconscious generation I'm saying you'll be able to get, except I must admit, although I haven't yet achieved lucid dreaming and thus much of my dreams of future envisionment still have much to leave to the imagination, most my dreams to be quite honest yal, are pretty damn dull haha! So as I say, although I've never had psychedelics and don't plan to for at least another year of self-mastery, I know the pretty badass awesome limits of my imagination enough to know that once Open-Processing begins to take fold its akin to a sober, self-initiated psychedelic experience as I say, where the mind spontaneously generates mental worlds brimming with symbolism, insight, and imaginative possibility where Jung meets Salvadore Dali meets Einstein's rides along beams of light.

I’m now going to accompany this experience each morning though with roughly fifteen minutes in silent reflection each morning, allowing vipassana meditation to be a similar silent anchor that I want to achieve in the emotional depth and connection with life I've described. For now, I notice spontaneous bursts of “image streaming” throughout the day. While walking down a busy street, my mind automatically plays in its dopaminergic sandbox by transmuting the instance of perception into malleable creative string that I can weave in any spontaneous direction analogous to now what I've learned from improvisational piano. Where, right before the moment of striking the first key, I have no idea what is going to follow the next but I know my mind will intuitively grasp what will entertain creative balance to it, I treat stimuli in the same way. The perception of a water bottle turns into totally unexpectedly a dive into the deepest waters of the pacific ocean to the set of the film The Titanic to freeing Free Willy to being the kid that's grafittying the tank to now... yeah this is where my mind is going and this is a great example of what I meant regarding Jung to Dali to Einstein... to... well yeah, you guessed it, side by side Ukrainian forces ready to fight at the empathic edge of battle, and so, seeing this development in real-time in this moment which, again, I have no idea what's going to come out in the same way I do my improvisations, this not only provides a good example it shows me the projective mirrors I must work with in understanding how empathy goes from stimulus to trigger to no longer caring about self-preservation, or some variation of this, and to find comfort in the final alignments here as I spoke of above concerning not necessarily trying to get rid of dividing lines but to have their disappearance merely marked by their overlapping symmetry. So... We started at water bottle as its sitting in front of me, and returning to the sandbox for concrete theorisation yes its a good way to test out your growth in abilities while complementing your drive towards accomplishing what I've paved in the previous post concerning being 'dopaminergically ready', and I'm of course not talking about the dopamine exhaustion analogous to scrolling endless TikTok videos, yeah, to spare 'over-theorisation' until later, we've still got the broadstroke of 'building dopamine' to avoid confusion, it also touches on the self-rewarding feedback loop that I hope people learn to define their experiences, including emotional ones that become meaningfully processed via the technique more and more as identification becomes more intelligently enmeshed in the unfolding and deeper experience of hidden emotions for deeper personal life narratives within. Retracing to a blank page on empathy along the same theoretical 'genetic' lineage, viewing a person right now beside me, I can sense my consciousness slip into their state and experience their being. It feels uncomfortable at first while at the same time, I can feel the constancy of their comfort synchronise my minds signals with theirs, and now, let's go to another person, as I jump into their skin, my mind starts generating thoughtful reflections on what they're thinking about regarding their parents for some reason as they mindlessly scroll their telephone, tempered by a determination to turn idle time of prastination as their means of sorting through internal struggles, followed by a metaphorical spectrum of the other person’s emotional state. This fluid creativity is not constant chaos; it’s more like an undercurrent, always available, yet never intrusive. It waits, gently, until I call upon it. It’s reminiscent of a subtle 'superpower' that I carry wherever I go, that well, yeah, we're refining together in this endeavor I've marked out in 'holistic symmetry'. On that note, I sense a new horizon, an elevated dimension of cosmic convergence, integrating not just personal empathy and mindful discipline, nor the stereotypical ever-expanding recognition of interconnectedness but the synchronisation I spoke of towards the end of the previous entry that I've been cycling in my mind for some time now, the Universal Will of Motion, somewhat of an outcome to the popularised adage 'the universe is never at rest and thus neither is water', thus what motions within are we going to rest our laurels on? It's the essence of this journals whole endeavour of course. When I act, I do so knowing that the ripple extends far beyond my immediate circle but I am still learning to instinctually read the consciousness feedback of those ripples beyond mere mechanical intelligence or triggered empathy. Because I've now reached a point when I reflect, I see how external energies from historical contexts to the emotional currents of those around me, shape my psyche, and thus my downfalls and my rise, that the intelligence of, shapes the unexpected improvised evolution, like I didn't expect myself to be writing this entry of course following the previous one, it is an iterative improvement on the force of the subtle power that wrote it though. So far, I have the transmutation of will, however I now realise I have to better learn that the transmutation process itself needs to have a will of receptivity rather than just its bioelectrical force as I've said more than once now, akin to deepening my reference to a greater overall plasticity that better defines its 'interconnective feedback from the universe' to mirror the encasing solidarity that defines the 'cup to cognition to water to emotion' analogy I brought up earlier much more deeply, where righteous indignation or any various of anger is tempered by not just cosmic perspective of the cup, but the cosmic feeling that fills it. Yes, I remain outraged at injustices and unfairnesses of various kinds, but the universal vantage reveals the roots of that injustice. ignorance, greed, misplaced loyalty, trauma passed down through generations I must continue to bridge conscientiously; unmasking illusions to re-strategising their foundations, unmasking illusions to re-strategizing their foundations, so on and so fourth; meta blah-blah and on we go.

This new vantage intensifies my sense of responsibility while deepening my compassion, an anchor to the self-justifying rebellious voice of the unmitigatable inertia of empathy. It's a bridge back to previous vantage points of elevation and inclusivity that redefine previous scopes of naivety that without wisdom, create self-justifying 'empathic rebellious loops' as a response to the lack of experiential knowledge on how to delicately emotionally navigate the oppositions to that original leadership. More now, that “sword” I brought up three posts ago now is more and more becoming like a beam of clarity, slicing through illusions so that even those I oppose might see a path to redemption without the post-guilt phase of my own boldness. Sorting through my own physical posture towards the Ukrainian-Russian conflict becomes a metaphor for reconfiguring the multi-dimensionally coloured code of my emotional stance for that automatic recalibration of consciousness, without the residue of 'needing greater heights or envisioning greater heights', instead, the correct posture itself is its own alignment with growth. Any vision of growth from this point, becomes compensatory as one isn't automatically aligned emotionally to cognitively at the architectural level of phenomenological... touch, feeling, taste. True Sense, and its gentleness. This architecture becomes the alignment with sacredness, and thus spells out the 'sacred architecture of consciousness', aka depicting this earlier described 'synchronisation with universal motion' or more, with that motion of the universe that is auto-correcting itself deeper into that sacredness and thus then too, into its genuine connection. Beyond boundaries into the deepest felt connective intimacy, while simultaneously erecting the strongest and tallest without the tyranny. This perspective shift came after several reflective sessions last night and this morning, in which I noticed how frequently I used to conflate boundaries with isolation while paradoxically being boundaryless in the social. Human connection teaches us how to be alone and thus alone in our growth as much as it does together in our growth just as much as separation with others teaches us where we are not growing inside. I also realized something subtle, when boundaries are well-constructed, empathy can flourish without fear of exploitation. I’m free to care deeply because I know I will not be consumed by another’s needs or overshadowed by their toxicity. In the previous entry, I referenced a “monstrous smile”, that feral grin that arises when I imagine facing adversaries who embody the cruelty I feel I gotta protect against. On reflection, that phrase can sound ominous. But what it represents is a kind of primal satisfaction in directly confronting destructive forces. At times, I’ve caught myself smiling at the thought of besting an oppressor, not because I revel in their pain, but because I yearn to see destructive energy halted and replaced by something better. As my moral understanding broadens and my consciousness heightens more through these emotional saliences tracing their intersections rather than needing a cognitive vision outside of being that 'cup', that “monstrous smile” I learn, I can better transform into fierce joy in the face of adversity; instead of a 'winding up' via the trigger there's a winding down into the wholeness from bringing symmetry via those described dividing lines from overlap rather than as said, trying to 'bioelectrically force', which has its unique power, but only when that power is in the balance of that overlap. And its a joy that comes from recognizing that I’m stepping into my role as a defender of life’s potential wielding empathy, knowledge, and discipline to break chains of harm returning back to starting at foundational levels rather than unknowingly being confounded by foundations that premise those triggered reactions into being about 'specific humans' nor even about 'specific life understanding' than it is 'specific life alignment' and 'balance' as my dad would always say. The monstrous element, I realize, is the edge of unwavering commitment, I totally get that, and I have respect for it enough to fear its destructive force that I can learn with deepening consciousness refine it with a deeper universal resolve so that the self-preservation I lose when it activates, is instead a losing of the self that does not have wisdom beyond it to encase its actions with a greater intelligence on the physics of the universe and the motions that therefore that better align. In denying false conceptions of 'greater good' outside of intent, this synchronisation to me is this greater good from mere intent to learning to actively embody via a detailed understanding of truth through an understanding of self and navigating those limits of self-cosmic freedom.

A theme that emerges in my self-work here is the art of non-attachment, not just as it pertains to human connections but life at large at the cornerstone of how its foundations define the operation of psyche. It’s not about emotional detachment or indifference, far from it. Rather, it’s a stance that says, “I open my heart to you without seeking to possess or control you life. I honor your autonomy and embrace our shared experiences, but I do not anchor my self-worth in your response.” It enables me to forge deeper, more genuine relationships. It gives people the freedom to be themselves without being manipulated or coerced. Ironically, this freedom often draws them closer because it fosters trust. I’m finding that a certain romantic mystery unfolds when you’re fully present, wholeheartedly compassionate, yet unpressured by specific outcomes. It’s an invitation, not a demand. "Will to Freedom" as we return earlier in my journal, this year, is taking on a deeper level of refinement and sophistication, at least, that is the piano improvisation we're moving to the next melody of. It's paradoxical, accountability is a cornerstone of growth, but to sometimes understand how to be accountable we have to step outside of ourselves so we can gain a more objective, gentle view, again, complementary to separating oneself from the tunnel vision of hardness, and I see this overture of accountability between the darkness of what is blind to us due to lack of sight versus that which is self-evident analogous to the exploration of developing the sophistication of this "Will to Freedom" at the relationship level as well, hidden limits of freedom that we can only see at their gentlest objectivity. Moving forward, I want to map out a ten-year horizon of where I’d like my empathic discipline, creative capacities, and moral alignments to evolve these limits into deeper and deeper subtle hidden overlap. Each entry from now on will include a brief note, one or two lines, projecting forward. For instance, “In ten years, I envision a global network of mindful collaborators tackling climate issues, with empathy at the core of policy-making.” Or, “In ten years, I intend to have honed my capacity to hold space for large groups in conflict resolution.” Why do this? Because it weaves a thread of continuity through my day-to-day efforts. It reminds me that each small action, each kindness, each boundary set, each creative solution, paves the road to that ten-year vision; its a slow weaving of learning how consciously paved pre-planned actions overlap with the spontaneous inspired gesture where previously, I had dividing lines between them, often only preferring the latter rather than the conscious articulation of the former as a mirror of greater vision because there was still an echo from the self structures which paired authenticity too much with the feeling of the moment, a change that mirrors the solution to the triggers that follow from empathy to destruction, is learning to align spontaneity, my improvisations on life, with carefully planned leadership in the mature appraisal of the self where light brings sight to translating those dividing lines again, into the symmetry between planning, felt experiences and strategic action. This sense of long-term accountability is becoming deeply stabilizing. It lifts me out of reactive cycles and gives me a higher vantage, a reason to refine my daily habits, to revisit moral intricacies, and to keep expanding my capacity for empathic leadership in ways that were previously forestalled by the storm and blindness of my emotional intent. And returning this long term vision back to non-attachment, it now viscerally like I'm sculpting a living possibility because that deeper emotional resonance there is growing, rather than clinging to the rigid outcome of 'achieving or willing to die' for it expenditure. It's a little like learning to sew even though I've actually never done it before, but in this case, the sewing of emotional cells interlacing with emotional cells until new breath is breathed into the clothing of self between past, present and future. The past, the pre-existing thread, the new thread, the developments through and over the old, and the weaving, the slow forming of cell renewal through the threads of creation. It's where slow, steady, measured emotional resonance brings balance to this weaving, rather than going from stimulus to trigger to action on cognition that tries to make the self wear clothing that don't fit in various kinds of ways. Wisdom and intelligence combined, is the combination of the slow reflection of emotional experiences (and therefore cognitive rather than having that divide) mending and creating threads that align with the world in which they were created from relative to the heights of that worlds intelligence; this is how we define sophistication at its raw form, where previously, I ah, had too much bang and crash sometimes let's say and that for a while now I've been getting better and better at bridging the worlds between new meditative strength, generative potential of each moment and mindful of how each decision reverberates down the timeline; learning to turn my entire being into a permeable light that can get that feedback I talked about some paragraphs ago to be the light-switch on reversing reactions that were reactions to the absence of that balanced foresight with the emotions.

This... is a good opportunity to talk about a book I literally never thought I'd bring up in my entire life but now, am for the first time properly giving a voice to this side of myself, you've all likely heard it, The Power of Habit. One of the most exhilarating discoveries on this path is how neuroplasticity becomes a self-sustaining cycle when we align our habits with curiosity, emotional resonance, and consistent challenge. Each time I engage in a purposeful creative act, be it writing, problem-solving, or even daydreaming with intent, I reinforce neural pathways that make the next creative act more fluid. This becomes a bridge to ventures concerning MemVinci I am still bringing consolidation to, in particular consistent action to one of its veins, "Method of Loci of Consciousness", something I am going to teach in some months concerning the use of method of loci outside not only its limited imaginative bandwidth as I've brought up before here but also its limited emotional phenomenology, where learning to create internal imaginative labyrinths is not just about a creative cognitive endeavor but where the emotions bring both their inspiration and interconnection in the action of its creation. Moving beyond this bridge, so far I’ve carefully studied how dopamine interacts with motivation. It’s not merely the “reward molecule” nor just a driver for learning and exploration but motivation itself here, that interconnects at the intersection of the weaving of "Grandma's Emotional Threads". By not just celebrating small victories, but learning to bring sight upon our various previously hidden emotional worlds, new actions naturally spring on our ideational sketchboard, actions which spring as a consequence of a more interconnected emotional sounding board because the intersectiong of the limit of the self and its awareness, is now more balanced between self, experience, opportunity and reality and so, that synchronisation translates into an automatically greater level of emotion. Because those echoes or that 'feedback from the universe' I brought up, is happening not only across the psyche more but landing in the same space for them to work together in harmony more. Aligning this with the prefrontal cortex, we have the balance of where intersectional emotional resonance meets synchronised long term planning that aligns with spontaneous action that is... fluid solidarity. Yeah, going back to that term. Because we have the meeting of more worlds to create the larger world of the emotional self, this shift is how true resonance with the emotional self creates healthy distance from the societally idolized yet poorly colloquially defined 'ego self', aka the reactive self, which includes the self that is either the 'over-intellectual', the 'over-intellectual' or perhaps both. A fluid solidarity that brings the automatic epigenetic synchronization with true growth now as well; a permanent shift in personality where for me, that gestalt of emotional boldness meeting intent is now the gestalt of emotional resonance meeting sychronisation, aka, my prefrontal cortex is still working folks, hold the phones Saving Private Ryan has a deeper Will to Freedom to it.

A notion that has gripped me lately is the idea of “co-laboratories of the mind.” We often think of a laboratory as a physical space where scientists gather to experiment. But a co-lab of the mind is any collaborative mental or emotional space in which individuals come together to experiment with ideas, challenge each other’s assumptions, and co-create novel frameworks. I find that when two or more minds equally committed to empathy, honesty, and growth enter such a co-lab, breakthroughs occur at a rapid rate. Speaking to my mate on the phone yesterday, the fluidity of ideas that spring from the feedback of the felt experience of his consciousness cannot be compared with merely what occurs alone in my own mind. Preconceptions melt, new paradigms are born, and synergy creates unforeseen improvised transformation when we're both sitting at the piano. Over time, I’ve become more discerning about with whom I form these co-labs. It’s not about elitism; it’s about ensuring that there is mutual respect and shared sincerity, its one of the reasons why I've decided to steer more from the public forum, as there isn't the emotional intelligence not only there to aid my own needed emotional intelligence growth but just for stable healthy creative discussions that actually go somewhere outside of 'ego postures' due to self-ignorance, empathically stated. Because when that synergy clicks, whether I'm by myself or have the benefit of a good connection the resulting expansions can feel electric, reminiscent of a spark that ignites the storm of an entire quantum field of quarks we never believed to be possible consciousness states that we'd reflect upon a hundred years ago. When I am alone though I also apply the co-lab concept internally, it broadens the empathic lens of self and its adaptive dimensionality, one of the biggest lessons I take away from the various explorations of this journal to now that brings a different echo to new developments of this journal concerning neuroplasticity and the self. In a sense, different aspects of my psyche... the martial strategist, the empathic nurturer, the imaginative dreamer or whatever creative variant interact in a mental forum, analogous to what I brought up on page four of this journal concerning bridging the lines between imagined 'temporal selves', and as I reflect on that, I simultaneously give myself a small kick regarding to the levels I need to get back up to again, even though yeah, meta-infinite is its own individual achievement, there's still ground I need to makeup on after the loss that followed from the hospital visit with the epilepsy and covid combined. So in this inner imagining of a personal forum outside of this one haha, each perspective has a voice, and I learn to unify them under a higher directive, returning to the end of my previous post, in service to the crafting of say my first meta-dimensional principle, which as I described, is for me as I've personally crafted it, is *life*, and say in this discussion they have, their is the undercurrent of the imperative of staying integrated and avoiding the pitfalls of fragmentation inside the outlines of what complements synergy and therefore stepping back into where I wrote "The Luminary Space" on page four, to serve lifeblood of the experience, at its greatest light; to be a unique kind of that universal feedback I'm looking for, if not inside projective future ideation, internalized projective echoes across a fluid dimensional space between solid 'characters', where navigating the contours of their intelligence becomes the illumination of new undiscovered emotional spaces of my own. Interestingly, these private retreats have made me more appreciative of heartfelt connections. By nourishing myself independently, I can reenter the relational world from a novel integrative horizon that I only know after I experience it, its kinda; it has its own clearer resonance I get to greet others with as much as vipassana meditation does. 

This journal entry wouldn't be complete without acknowledging not only the limitations of my own boldness but where doing so into the unknown has obviously given me some incredible benefits, but hey, well, yal now notice the scaring on the side of my eye now right? Haha. The whole 'going outside of one's comfort zone has its incredible merits, however that's best accompanied by the slow appraisal of comfort zone that's the expressed limits of that synchronisation of life, as I've learned, as then it becomes the automatic alignment with life's movement towards the potentialisation of its naturalized limit, where Will to Freedom, whether into the unknown or known, no longer needs a divide, and becomes indistinguishable from what a fully fledged human being, a fully fledged consciousness experiencing life in this universe, should look like. There’s vulnerability in stepping toward the unknown, as I empathise with the reader I totally get that. Sometimes fear arises, "What if I fail? What if I lose something precious?" Yet each time I push through these hesitations, I find gifts and let experience be the moderator of my movement forward where previously it was boldness, tempered sometimes by too much recklessness but it was boldness none the less that got things done. However, what that needs to be balanced with as well, is the undercurrent of emotional balance, your emotional balance gives you access to the full scope of your being, so that those different areas of your consciousness analogous to my forum analogy above, can speak to one another, aka what we call intuition, and your next movement, becomes your next automatic movement into greater alignment, greater synchronisation, where fear translates into instead, destiny of life's potential. The more being synchronises with its truth in this sense, is where the grand echo of being translates into a kind of quiet confidence to even magnetism where this 'fear' evaporates instead into a silent inner 'knowing' indistinguishable from consistent meditative action in an age where most minds cannot step away from their phone and computer notifications for a second to silence their inner voices from deeper alignment with the experience of presence with the action of their 'doing' their 'motion that will never be at rest', returning to how I introduced this before. The more we align those voices, the more that phone and attention to it becomes like the fear dividing the self from its inner knowing, evaporates into this feeling of automatic 'universal destiny'. This refines the stability of our consciousness presence to convert the need for conscious empathy or controlled triggered empathy into balanced integrative automatic empathy; a balance that is indistinguishable from how balance within brings balance to all social relations. Now, this quiet confidence translates into trust and from trust to authenticity and from authenticity, to genuinely meaningful experiences we get to weave narratives about when we're sitting on cosy couches like grandma speaking to our future grandkids, as opposed to say, telling them how we were addicted to our iPhones. I have an android by the way. For those unregretted grandparent narratives though, is the pathways of connection walked that bridge to this future, which is where we come full circle on book The Power of Habit, where I'm learning to sew those cellular narratives that best weave together to bring about an agency that bioelectrically announces itself more through synchronisation that via force, through the power of habit at the helm of emotions in the cup that resonate through it, returning full circle to that analogy as well. As my venturing forward this year to define the pathway forward to the end of it.

I used to be anxious about the idea of finding “my people.” Now, I allow the natural synchronisation into universal alignment to do much of the work. When I encounter someone whose presence sparks synergy, I cultivate that bond organically. I’ve realized that resonance cannot be forced; it’s a byproduct of authenticity. And in that realization lies great peace. Instead of orchestrating relationships, it's a tending to my own garden of where action meets sewn wisdom into it, ensuring it’s fertile with empathy, knowledge, and integrity, and trust of the space itself and where it takes me socially and otherwise in the horizons of consciousness.

Returning to the metaphor and physicalism of war, I see how it merges with the concept of creation and the possibility of redemption. My inner “war” was never a static, but a movement onto the voice that speaks of its movement to bring about its next. This reinforces spirals through repeated cycles of confrontation with illusions, deconstruction of outdated mental habits, and the forging of new, more inclusive understandings that speak to that synchronisational space, that automatically defines its next natural outgrowth without effort. Each cycle leaves me slightly changed, a bit more centered, and open to ever subtler dimensions of truth. Now at times as I reflect on the destructive warfare between Ukraine and Russia, among others we all know about of course, I question whether war is even the right word anymore, given the negative connotations. Perhaps I keep the term “war” to remind myself of the seriousness and the grit required. Yet I pair it with creation, recognizing that each destructive blow to ignorance paves the way for a new structure of awareness, and this was the peril of not seeing my own responsibility in defining the term war, that is, to be taken away too much by the wars of others instead of merely mirroring the outside in the sense that it collaborated with my own synchronisation with the greater creation of life; this... Is now no longer one of my personal undoings with the deeper mirrors I have on the paths it takes to self-generate itself in my consciousness as I neither saw the self that created itself from divides nor the divides that created themselves further through this projective automatism, found out by the mere alignment with deeper emotional resonance. Even if this is of lesser liberated consciousness or "Will to Freedom" therein, acknowledging that possibility for redemption keeps empathy alive, preventing the spiral from devolving into cynicism or vengeance. It ensures that each pass through the cycle reaffirms my commitment to the sanctity of life; a markings and alignings with noted sacredness.

There’s a subtle undercurrent in my reflections, an invitation to those on parallel paths. People forging their own brand of empathy, discipline, and cosmic alignment. It's not really much that's discoverable in the regular part of the forum, at least at present date of consciousness, but in general, speaking to my mate yesterday, I am now so much more grateful for truly meaningful connections.

As I near the conclusion of this entry, I crystallize the emergent themes into a personal manifesto, a statement of who I am becoming and what I stand for.

Empathy as Strategic Power: I wield empathy not as a passive emotion but as a guiding force that shapes my decisions, fosters creativity, and ensures moral clarity. Future cognitive structures I look forward to not just creating, embodying and aligning with, but speaking the unspeakable truth of in how they mark out the previously hidden further edges of consciousness into the unknown.

Boundaries as Sacred Architecture: I respect the sacredness of my inner world and that of others, creating purposeful gateways that allow profound connections to thrive.

Cosmic Convergence: I accept my place in the universal fabric, embracing the interplay of personal freedom and collective responsibility.

Emotional Alchemy: I transmute sorrow, anger, or heartbreak into constructive energies that fuel personal growth and benefit the wider world.

War, Creation, & Redemption: I stand prepared to confront ignorance, to dismantle illusions, and to hold space for transformative redemption wherever it may arise.

Non-Attachment in Connection: I open my heart to meeting fellow travelers, trusting that genuine resonance occurs naturally and thrives in an environment free from coercion.

Continuous Refinement: I remain committed to daily practices that build upon my strengths, heal my wounds, and expand my consciousness.

Co-Laboratories of Growth: I value the collaborative potential of open-minded souls coming together, forging new frameworks, and uplifting each other’s paths.

Long-Term Vision & Accountability: I anchor my daily actions in a broader temporal scope, mindful that I am planting seeds whose fruits may be harvested years down the line.

Where, then, do I go from here? The horizon is vast, yet it does not daunt me. I see multiple avenues of future growth, deeper explorations into neurobiological mechanisms of creativity, more refined consciousness-martial-arts-based rehabilitations for my physical limitations, and possibly communal initiatives that blend empathy, even its training training and real-world problem-solving. 

I end this entry with a sense of purpose that quietly burns, lighting each day with not just the thunder of intent but its opposite that creates all of life, and therefore meaninful synchronisation, on earth.

There is no final destination. The path spirals onward into deeper mysteries of consciousness and greater applications of love. Yet I walk it willingly, grateful for each step, each lesson, and each glimpse into the uncharted. My “war” continues, but it is a war waged for life, not against it, a war to uphold the sanctity and brilliance of existence.

May these words reverberate into the heart of the right seeker, On that note, let me finish with a poem by Dylan Thomas, where the central message is not only that one should fight against death till the last moment, but in realising the depths of that reflection, invariably on full circle, we have the full spirited integration of what it means to truly live at our full potential, our complete synchronisation with the universal motions of life itself, never... at rest, water... consciousness... both... or all.

 

 

 

Title: Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night, 
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, 
Because their words had forked no lightning they 
Do not go gentle into that good night. 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright 
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, 
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, 
Do not go gentle into that good night. 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight 
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

And you, my father, there on the sad height, 
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. 
Do not go gentle into that good night. 
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.Best Light.

 

 

 

 

 

[Letho]

 

PART 2 to the previous post:

The movement of an emotional society

and the movement of the cognitive infrastructures that defines it

from the Earth's core... To the stars within and beyond.

 

"How can I not give a language to feeling?" is the same question as, "how can I give a feeling to cognition?". This impermanence of feeling without a language, neigh without an evolving language that speaks to its multidimensionality is the same mistake when cognition is without the multidimensionality of feeling itself. Awareness is the awarenss of the mapping between feeling to cognition, cognition, thus it is only our modern cultures lack of shrewdness in creating dividing lines between them, if not in action given a basic language is commonplace aka to communicate feeling in simple terms like "I feel x / you make me feel y", it is done through the myopia of our cognitive judgements slicing our consciousness via narrow prejudices. 

To renounce the active negotiation between the linguistic heritage of my culture and the elevated domain of my personal cognitive and affective fronteers, where intellect and emotion converge, is to forego the cardinal virtue of self-knowledge that maps to automatic evolution from this convergence, a virtue attainable solely when our reflexive engagement with consciousness transcends the inherited wisdom our culture once conveyed to us in the alignment of them. Thus, all the merrier when our culture actively participates, knowingly or unknowingly, intelligently or not, in the passive to active degradation of this alignment for the generations that are birthed into this unaware modern cultural arena, where our own awareness of it becomes a threat to our own sense of belonging if not socially, then our lack of wisdom in traversing the territory of making a mind in a world where there is a lack of it, more-so, when any creatoin of mind in its singularity and its corresponding level of naivety on the environment wishes to create a mind inside of it (the environment), especially when they are without a self-created internal school for their own self-education on how to traverse the empathic boundaries of where any supposed higher language they create in communication, can not only spread but do so at the level of empathic understanding of that unique external environment. The latter speaks to the cultural cord that reaches across the overlap of a multiplicity of demographics that are created at this threshold of where self-understanding interacts with various levels of misunderstanding. 

From the post-modernism to anti-modernism where there isn't proper solutions to the questioning of objective truth and traditional structures leads to fractured narratives of identity and knowledge. From new atheism to religious fundamentalism, where extreme rationalist atheism vs dogmatic religious revivalism both often fail at mapping cognition to deeper emotional intelligence. From Libertarianism to anarcho-primitivism rejecting centralized structures but often struggling with internal coherence regarding emotional and societal impacts. From neo-marxism and alt right radicalism of ideologicle extremes that claim systemic truths while neglecting personal cognitive-affective alignment, or 'Accelerationalism' on the left or right wing where there's the belief in hastening societal collapse for ideological rebirth, often totally naively detached from the emotional and cognitive limits that are required post this destruction to create this ideological rebirth at the sustainable level. Or let's take transhumanism and bioconservatism, where the push for technological enhancement vs resistance to change, both with implications on cognition-emotion integration that are totally ovelooked. Most of these identity based cultural movements are mapping multiple social identities but often at the cost of merely reinforcing cognitive silos rather than true emotional convergence, and at best, there's either this retreating into ethnic to ideological 'purity' or failing to integrate diverse cultures beyond their superficial tolerance, as an example, just as we see in this push for gender fluidity vs reactionary resistance, both struggling with meaningful self and other integration, or in "Woke" activism and anti-woke reactionaries, we have this overcompensation in moral righteousness vs reactionary backlash, or let's take my own recent gabble on ADHD and low latent inhibition or even epilepsy and its overlap here, from neurodivergent advocacy vs pathologization, there is the movement to reframe autism, ADHD, and other neurotypes, often missing the intersection between cognitive emotional balance and environmental synthesis to consciousness integration that speaks to renewed universally synchronized action of sentience, the latter being one of the core foundational aims of my own endeavor for this journal. For any other medium, from red pill / black pill movements to consumerism and minimalism movements to even stoicism and hyper-masculinism there is this continuous pattern where the scale of illusory self-understanding due to a lack of self-mastery on how to map mind to heart, heart to mind is able to scale itself across many other humans that feel the same way. And not only where they fail to understand the corresponding environments that create those conditions in the same way but where they revel in this feeling thereby compounding the demographics often mostly innocent, ignorant yet because of this shared associative innocence, dangerous condition. Including the environments external to them that reinforce their growth, especially when 'dangerous' is merely the spoken language used to describe the threat to collective intelligence that contributes to the next horizonal space of this consciousness language between reality and the sentience that learns the art of mastering its various languages to creatively action speech into it.

What remains to be disentangled, or rather re-entangled at a higher order of integration, is precisely the unfilled space wherein our emotional intelligence and our cognitive architectures are forced into disjointed parallel tracks, where feeling is relegated to implied ephemeral whispers, and cognition operates as though unencumbered by the tender dignities of the heart. To continue without forging a common dialect, one that perpetually evolves to accommodate these layered nuances, is to court the folly that is presently leading consciousness down the proverbial cultural TikTok drain, a truncated sense of self that proceeds in blind half-steps, vacillating between emotive impulsivity reflective of myself on the last post of the previous page on one side and stifling intellectual abstraction on the other, something which I hope, I've begun to successfully bridge a common language between the two in this journal and now, begin to truly build this language at ground level, outside of the smoke and mirrors of modern culturism that is its own intellectual-emotional disaster.

If we are to elevate our vantage pont, indeed to perform an alchemy of mind and soul that resonates at a high level, or more poetically, at the apex of a metamorphic consciousness intelligence that speaks to the unity of heart, mind, gut, then our duty is to question how each thought, each emotional stir, and each culturally-inherited framework might fuse into an emergent synergy that recontextualizes the entire improvised melody that is human experience, peering at the previous memetic melodic slide to craft the next as opposed to being grounded on intellectual foundations that draw the right lines in the sandpit of where truth meets ideal human creativity. In simpler terms, we stop treating rational inquiry and emotive longing as conflicting states and begin to see them as reciprocal scaffolds, ever refining, supporting, and challenging one another. This synergy is not a naive utopia nor an intellectual fantasy. It is the war trumpet call for a deeper existential literacy that we, as fractured heirs of this modern cultural disastrous entanglement, are now tasked to reclaim not through our disappointments or any other form of unhappiness but through the virtue of eldered guidance, however young we are, it is not a matter of age obviously that creates wisdom, but that of synchronised alignment of not just being and universe, but the actions that carve the true individuality and soverignty of both.

To accomplish this, we must cross the threshold that many of our contemporary movements and group-think mouse traps that lay at the heart of the need for belonging which in their myriad recreate stanford prison experiments that we see through the tube of these various conflicts. Be they post-modernisms, identity-based subcultures, reactionary ideologies, or avant-garde philosophical enclaves like that of Morgue whom created the movement called "Hyperianism" or in spite of still being in early developments the even the outgrowths of those you see from the CTMU (Cognitive Theoretic Model of the Universe), all of them fail to sufficiently articulate, synthesize, integrate and form reclaimed action that properly aligns being with universe while at the same time, speaking to solutions on how to navigate each cultural movements individual mess as a consequence of its own self to other communication handicaps. To the point where namely, that cultural belonging, personal authenticity, and empathic resonance with the environment must be coaxed into a single living gestalt. We cannot simply wave aside the fracturing forces of our age without thinking about the global consequences from the myopic worlds we create with individual consciousness anymore, like children in a playground of tribes we're given powers of weapons of mass destruction afforded with discretionary use, that with poorly enforced international law as we see with Russia and Ukraine we can freely self-injure at the global level synonymous to our level of ignorance on that global self-injury upon our greater unitive intelligence. From war crime to viral ideologies that polarize more than they unite and are therefore their own war crime unto themselves, without supplanting them with a more robust, integrative grammar of being we become the weavers of a meta-discourse that bathes in all these seemingly dissonant notes while remaining ignorant of their effect, awaiting the next phase of genetic cultural off-spring that spin from these disharmonic melodies meeting at the turn of the next dysgenic phase of human evolution that we either remain blind to, turn a blind eye to or blindly trot like uncontrollable stallions without integrative solutions, one of my major goals with "Bioelectrical Agency", as one pillar to this.

On that note, true complexity is not about erecting ivory tower theories for their own sake, but about painstakingly cultivating an empathic presence that refuses to forfeit the intuitive truths of emotional expression, again "Bioelectrical Agency" and the greater theory of Temporalism is my slow movement in grounding the complex to the Earth-bound as deeply as possible in that respect to the point where all meta-cognitive action can be levelled through kinaesthetic touch. Consequently, the highest iteration of a theory here does not merely engage rational-linguistic scrutiny, but also performs a ceaseless empathic movement, tuning itself to the unspoken energies of both the personal psyche and the cultural currents that carry us forward or hold us back, a bridge to traverse the intersectional ideological hells below, blinding them with theory that's grounded at the level of what is directly sensed and experienced. At that juncture, what was once perceived as a maddening chaos of ideological extremes, linguistic confusions, and emotional turbulence reveals itself as the raw energy out of which new integrative languages can be "Born-Again Bioelectrical Univeral's" as a spinoff to the adage "Born-again Christians"  that unify psyche and society, forging a post-apocalyptic vantage that can see through illusions while simultaneously nurturing the creative spark these illusions often conceal that amounts to unitive language at the help between self and other across the demographics that is properly scaffolded beyond mere institutional dogmas, and now at the helm of the post-cultural-echo-chamber-world, where our artificial intelligence evolution can spark is either going to operate at the increase of strategic cultural noise or to its higher use, the minimalization of said noise leads to higher and higher collaborative discourses not only between human and machine, but where think-tanks to social forums to family networks even continually creatively re-inspire higher communication within and between the psychological frameworks they use to help build the world with.

Herein lies the crucial pivol, to reconcile the impetus to create new forms, new social contracts, new philosophical frames, new ways of naming and navigating identity, without discarding the substrata of our shared humanity and that begin as 'human' and what it means to be at the meta-dimensionality of the life principle I brought up for the first time on the last post of the previous page, to define the charter forward. Each emergent movement or ideology that we have catalogued (the extremes of the political spectrum, the transhumanist aspirations, the neurodivergent advocacies, the spiritual revivals, the moralistic “woke” crusades, the reactionary backlashes) can become, in principle, tributaries feeding into a higher integrative language that unshackles communication barriers between ethnicity and ideology, mind and heart. 

On a practical level, this empathic cartography cannot be downloaded wholesale from any existing cultural library, for it requires an ongoing personal commitment to stand on the threshold between the known and the unknown of this empathic dialogue I am still making truly visible within myself, where the intangible swirl of the heart’s language collides with the symbolic precision of the mind’s lexicon. To do this is to risk alienation, as culture tends to reward clearly demarcated loyalties and punishes subtlety with suspicion. Yet it is precisely at this subtle, liminal crossroad that true creativity flourishes for a new vantage point, and in that, we must stack our vantage points on top of one another rather than stacking with outdated paradigms or an 'Accelerationsm' that dismisses the wisdom that is held within them for us to deepen through our greater access to information to better delineate the language they gave the half-truth to, heart, mind and gut unity, where that unity births true sovereignty, and where that sovereignty builds not only a harmonious global community, and not only one that reaches for the stars but has its feet firmly planted at the core of the earth's sentience. 

In this sense, we become participants in a living metamorphosis into the future from within to without rather than from the outside to replace the search for intelligent life or absence thereof, inside, simultaneously absorbing, transmuting, and recreating the cultural matrix that birthed us, we have purpose by simply aligning with our truest intelligence, rather than needing to reach outside while creating the external structures that give grounding to those that are seeking externally to find that same internal harmony that we have now earned. We do so by living out our emotional cognition, speaking it, writing it, embodying it to increasingly higher levels until it resonates through our internal community as a newly recognized possibility to create in the outside, in harmonious rebellion seeking higher heights of consciousness, with our weapons pointed at our own limited understandings rather than pointed between one another because of those prejudiced weaknesses, translating the lack of meaning and purpose within or the lack of intelligence of external ideologies that wear the facade of being a solution to such, into self-justifying self-referential sentience where its own language is synchronised with the language of the universe, thereby acting in enlightened harmony with it in the movement through the chaos to higher echelons of being an autonomous self-defining bioelectrical individual with evolved agency in an individual autonomous bioelectrically humming to the stars and from the core of the earths heart and mind, global community.

Thus, we circle back to the heartbeat of my opening query, “How can I not give a language to feeling?” which is inextricably bound to “How can I give a feeling to cognition?” Having traversed a vast terrain of ideological extremes, cultural fracturing, and emergent possibilities, we find that the original dilemma beckons us to forge a living language where cognition and emotion are not treated as rival entities but as interwoven modes of human consciousness. This evolving grammar of feeling-imbued thought, rooted in the multidimensional interplay of heart, mind, and environment, reminds us that every fleeting emotional whisper merits articulation, lest we forfeit the richness and resilience required to navigate our cultural labyrinth or returning to keen readers on the previous page "God's Temporal Labyrinth". To give words to feeling is not just a philosophical indulgence but a guiding principle of self-discovery and well... Potential collective renaissance as I've defined the patterns that create them towards the end of the third paragraph; to infuse cognition with feeling is to anchor our intellect human empathy, a dialogue I am just beginning to articulate the dimensional frameworks to, as I too just as the reader, learn to traverse the meaning of such from sensation to feeling to symbol to recursion to language to communication to the action we find entrapped in the ideology of to, now is the time to build something better beyond the divisive illusions that hypnotize the belief in free-speech rather than being truly soverign to a free... Will. 

Like Woody’s first encounter with Buzz Lightyear, where the old world of familiar certainty meets the disruptive arrival of something seemingly beyond its meta-sentient frame, our journey through cognition and emotion, ideology and integration, is a confrontation with the unknown from Ho Chi Minh City to Bangkok, one that demands adaptation, expansion, and a new language of understanding, even if we only make it to Phnom Penh, at least in the beginning, with some scars but with higher scaffolding along the way. The tension between tradition and transformation, between past selves and emergent possibilities, that's the stuff where desert sand becomes the same as the stars in the sky when we speak of the journey we must travel to get between the two non-local destinations.

 

 

 

 

In that spirit of layered discovery...

 Stanley Kunitz’s "The Layers", which is a meditation on the necessity of embracing change while remaining tethered to the essence of what we are becoming.

 

The Layers

By Stanley Kunitz

I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned campsites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.

Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.

In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.

 

 

 

 

 

Edited Monday at 01:54 AM by Letho

[Letho]

 

 

 

Part 3 to the first post of this page)

 

The Rhythms of Becoming: Bioelectrical Mastery and the Journey of Integration through the Multidimensional Gaze of Empathy

Just as plants need the sun to meet their morning due, I now crave routine, habit that aligns me with the forces of turbulence that have awakened such glories as cyclical hurricanes to volcanic eruptions and apocalyptic scenarios I learn to carve enough temporal weight into to enlighten order from its humbling chaos. They are like rays of light that pierce my eyes felt at the undercurrents of my soul, each habit, a temporal genetic signature that illuminates self-awareness, a signpost of connection that I am no different to the early bird, the wolves preparing for their pack run, most species of owl that are now tucked away inside their watchtowers. The temporality of the natural world, habit is a clock that synchronises all beings across the animal kingdom with the nature they are programmed to be and sentience, the transmutation of the awareness of that programming into higher realisations of nature therein, but all still, just a humble metamorphosis that programmed into the sum of those limits, another gear to emotion, where appreciation of this freedom grants us with the life appraisal of interconnectivity, a question that ferments the very biological perspective forged through its process on our personal lives, a chemical change evolving to an unconscious personalized action we unravel the entanglement of our lived experiences to realise metamorphoses from virtue to value differentiation, a heartbeat that unwinds into principles like dignity, self-respect, courage and honor that we not only hold ourselves to but that we hold the rest of our social pack to at the heights of mind and extensions all the way to our notions as well as hindsight and foresight stories and designs of 'civilisation'. Upon the suns next turn, so too with that gaze of sentience, the truest of our comrades act like a beacon of light onto the navigation of life's motions inside its temporal, predictable, rhythmic clock. The changes of life towards its constant yet subtle continuous evolving nature that sentience gets to learn the narration of to be at life's door of metamorphoses before it opens into its roar, that behind its colorful mask of rainbows where season meets evolutionary sparks, is a dark void of blinding light, the womb upon which all of life springs from, the physicalism of time goes metaphysical and becomes sentient time, the world that at present, from quantum physics we are still learning to be at the front door of, learning when, how and why it opens, until then, our unity with it is solely within soul; the etching of feeling that is only lost in as much as we are lost ourselves from this deepest sense of unmistakable universal light, impeturbable sense of self within all of us, that can embrace and bind to any change and maintain the rhythms of continuous order in the sustainability of any equilibrium, limited only by our synchronization with the temporal heartbeat and mind of life. 

Such beats between heart and mind are my present preoccupation and have been since Ho Chi Minh City, but now, there's an integration of the deeper levels of empathy that I am searching for within my experience of consciousness that I want to redefine for where parameter meets raw experience of bioelectrical experience. The field of tuning and honing the physics of energy across the field of freedom that meets the recognition of sentience's limitations, that where empathy now revisited deep within what is a new season of bioelectrical agency if look over the arc of the entirety of my life, opens the weight of that interconnection towards a greater energetic bandwidth both at the level of feeling and cognitive perspective of another, but contributive of a much more raw experience of the other that now with greater wisdom, is beyond the naivety of prior ventures of simply interconnecting with another consciousness or to a consciousness space that in my naivety, I allowed to blindly shape the concert upon my own experience. A greater comprehension of affect and effect, anticipation and prediction, caution and judgement, and returning to the previous page of this journal, Dr. Ramachandran like kinaesthetic intelligence upon the sensation of energy dimensions against the weight of that energy that defines and creates the self, returning to the analogy relating to how the hands fingers learn to become synchronised with a piano to the point of being indistinguishable from piano keys in the rhythmic melodious timing we learn to master. 

As I have said over and over, said agency at present within the scientific literature starts first and foremost from the heart, returning to the repeatedly advertised site heartmath.com . The sites template of which you can think of as merely one song of many that can be played with the heart and concerning our greater nervous system then It's just one instrument of many. Also, if you imagine at the sum of all these instruments is the greater instrument of our entire being, there are not only an unimaginable number of experiences we can learn to experience and create within our beings in sovereignty, but in the repeated temporal timing of those experiences, at least double the amount of ways we can learn to rhythmically time our beings to evolve towards. Feeling, once thought of as merely either an accessory to one's experience for those of whom have little self-insight or the entirety of their preoccupation for those that are still in the early phases of honing their self-knowledge of their greater being and how the energy of feeling carves and is steered by meaning, in its true self-awareness, becomes the light upon which self-awareness can learn to light the path being wishes to take its evolution through the metamorphosis of greater understanding on the balance between nervous system area, interconnection and activation, where each deeper realisation becomes like the peeling away of phantom perceptions they were previously controlled by analogous to Ramachandran's experiments with phantom limbs. Routine upon where breath meets the angling of awareness towards the activation of energy in a particular area, simultaneously in identification and greater awareness of what it is experience in the myopia of its local position and the inclusion of the temporal non-locality of the stretches of empathy, is where the early bird catches an experience before it happens and is enveloped by the reflections of the sun, where the wolves learn to surround their prey in concert until eyes, teeth and growls timed with strategic cycling meet blood and where owl, becomes the night-vision upon what was previously the darkness upon one's own being, previously helpless to the twists and turns of our seemingly automatic and uncontrollable ups and downs of nervous system now become not only the systematic bite of activating the highest light of experience within being but in proper empathic control of attention on the levels we must proceed through on the way up towards those heights. 

Now, the clock starts to become visible and its rhythms, predictable. The programming of sentience starts to see the programming that takes it away from said sentience and natures gifts, begin to become more and more greatly not only untangled, but as stated, appreciated. And now, the doorway of time, begins to open as we make it there before it shuts. Doing so enough times, at the right synchronisation, now we start to see the natural evolution unfold within us, epigenetics within baring sight upon one another that in augmentation reformation leads to converged reparation. Feeling, becomes dominant with thought, but no longer at the cornered intersection of determinism, instead it becomes the play of what was always meant for a sentient experience. 

In truth, I have spent a great deal of my time in a phenomenological wasteland, where sensation met the impermanence of satiation and the upper-limits of emotional pain I could never get great sight upon, that my only distraction from was upon the reflection of the deepest connections I had with another human being, that in my stretching from, the waste would become its own suffocation into helplessness. Dictatorial control over my own being with the compass that navigated me slowly to increasingly greater self-knowledge slowly transformed me from the survivorship of maintaining stability in a chaotic inner ocean, to one where I am slowly becoming the ocean itself, captain of the cognitive parameters that are now able to encase not only the movements of that pain but its transformation from healing... to where ecstatic revolution meets a humbling evolution, one that carries with it the trials and tribulations of past mismeasurements of not the external but first and foremost as I have attempted to relay in part 2 of my post, internally. 

As I step further into the reverberations left by the run from Ho Chi Minh City to Phnom Penh, its challenges, lessons, and quiet revelations, I am moved by the sight that began it which was to not only truly test my own progress in bioelectrical mastery but to carry the weight of my father's spirit within in ways that I had not done before. Looking back, the rhythms of each stride down the decadent highway of hundreds of dogs at my heel and even sometimes my own growl, define the painted metamorphosis of my present experiential gestalt. The physical act of running, which at the beginning felt like a battle against limitations, became a communion with the spaces within myself that I had neither fully explored nor adequately experimented with outside of my early teenage and childhood memories referencing themselves in my consciousness to shape the very movement. These spaces, whether my father's essence, my own, childhood experiences, even the pain you could argue that I was running from or the war I said I was preparing for, regardless, demanded a new phase of self-actualization. And I didn't care I had no running training in the last few years to guide my step, what I've learned more than anything else from my challenges, and even my beloved father, is that its not about the spring in your step, the spring in your own appreciation and love for life is what defines the energy that is going to flow to your step to keep the engine not only going, but thriving.

And when I finally was ensnared by the caution of immigration following my backpack being stolen and with it all my belongings in Cambodia, now forbidding me from continuing otherwise they wouldn't help me because they said I was too injured and the rest of it was supposedly 'too dangerous', to say that the run ended would be too simple, too linear. What ended was the illusion that progress could only be measured by motion. The finish line, invisible and illusory, dissolved into a truth that it was never about arriving but about the heart-beat of becoming. With that realization, the task ahead of me maintained its clarity and steers me clearly for this day and the graduating sight I draw from onto the unfolding future before me. To draw the threads of the past into coherent paths of presence, re-experience and subsequent re-learning towards a convergence of mastery that more deeply defines the self into its next chess moves forward. 

The motorbike accident, the kilometers, the fleeting faces of strangers, and the moments when exhaustion stripped me bare, they remain like fingerprints on glass, each marking a point where I was forced to confront the raw truths of my being and that only appeared visible post a level of bioelectrical mastery. But in spite of the self-awareness I was able to live my own insights on bioelectrical agency, I learned something still greater in my limitations, chief among these truths was the balance between striving and surrender, between effort and acceptance. When I was struck by the bike, moments before I hit the ground I thought it was all over, I still remember the feeling of acceptance of my own potential annihilation that had now ensued viscerally, and I embraced. And when I crashed to the ground, awaiting the feeling of pain, agony and disaster upon my first look of my body, it never came. Where moments later, I was picking up the motorbike and the rider off the ground, ensuring their safety while looking into their eyes of shock and stunned inertia followed by limping my way to the hospital which I was lucky to say was only a km away. I didn't want their help, I didn't want anyone's help and at a deeper layer not even the hospitals, I was still running alone with dad. 

The accident, now feels less like an interruption and more like a punctuation mark. A pause that allowed the deeper currents of insight to surface. In those suspended moments of vulnerability, I began to understand that the physical body’s resilience is not separate from the mind’s capacity to adapt, nor the spirit’s ability to find grace in hardship. This is why although I confirmed the weight of power following the force of nature that is bioelectrical agency, its heights are hardly reached without being accompanied by a greater integration of being. All of these interconnected layers revealing themselves over the last few months, urging me to reconsider how I navigate adversity and appreciate the suspense of presence, not as a series of battles to win nor sustenance of life to merely bask in but as opportunities to grow into a more integrated whole, indistinguishable from the universal sum, while striving to higher heights of that bioelectrical... individuality of automatous sentience living however slightly just above the fray of its programming.

My conceptualisations collapsed their wave function from the conceptual to something that became intensely tangible from the run. And now, I am really beginning to experience that as I begin this new chapter forward on not only deepening and understanding my own emotional experiences but expanding upon the circumference and depths of where empathy meets the redefining of the freedom and essence of 'bioelectricity'. Tangibility... now becomes the standard to reach in all of conceptualisation as I tried to echo in my cultural analysis in the previous post to slightly better open the doorway to internal realisation superseding external membership where oneself, is not their own leader. Every step taken on my run, every choice made to continue despite pain, fear or my own fear sometimes of my own fear within as I sometimes shared, became a lived metaphor for how resilience became something that wasn't just already there but that I built to a higher level, step by step, measured alignment by measured alignment within at the crossroads of acceptance and determination through the gaze of the emerging self as the phantoms of the past too, slowly stripped away along with the kilometers tracked. 

Empathy, which I have long regarded as a double-edged sword, now is starting to feel more like a mirror as I bring a greater rawness and expose its consciousness dimensionality more to the deeper self within. A reflection not only of others but also of the ways I have yet to fully understand my own depths, including too, through the eyes of others, which, as you can probably tell from past entries here, I ah... don't usually put much thought into, a lot like my father in this sense. Running exposed the raw edges of this truth. The faces I passed, whether welcoming or indifferent, were not merely encounters with the “other”; they were reminders of the shared human condition, I was totally blown away by how many lovely people I met in great number. Welcoming me into their homes, dinner tables and beer glasses. Each interaction, no matter how fleeting, asked me to confront the limitations of my perspective and to widen the aperture through which I view the world. This shift has pushed the needled on liberation, the freedom to engage deeply without losing myself in the process as I did in the past when my eyes were entangled with another. A process of connection now, in returning to my piano analogy, is not only deliberate and improvisational but one where the essence of soul finds a deeper synchronised temporal heat beat at each finish line of mastery, whether in challenge, the presence through such, or just in the appreciation of presence itself. Disciplined frameworks of thought that have guided my cognitive explorations fall away as new one's rise from a deeper emotional bandwidth, emotional currents that previously threatened to overwhelm, begin more and more to live in the quiet, almost imperceptible whispers of intuition that now feel like an increasingly more trustworthy guide. These subconscious 'meta-temporal X' threads, once frayed and disparate in their conscious articulation, are beginning to form a cohesive pattern, one that speaks of unity rather than fragmentation necessary at the beginning level, evolving into the meta-infinite, where the spring in the footsteps of action are now sprung from the temporal footsteps of light, that pave the highway for consciousness, to tread.  

In this sense, the run was never just about crossing physical boundaries; it was about crossing the boundaries within myself. It was about daring to confront the unknown not only in the world but also in the contours of my own being. The threads I now weave are imbued with this spirit of exploration, and they form the foundation for what lies ahead. A highway of becoming, that never ends... That I learn... To become so synchronised with life where it becomes... Routine measured at the 'perfect crossroads' between the known and unknown of balanced presence and thrived chaos.

To honor that continuous call, I set forth several intentions:

• Deepening Emotional Resonance: Refine the capacity to feel deeply and connect authentically through awareness.
• Cultivating Creative Discipline: Transform bioelectrical agency into grounded habits aligned with meaningful, actionable progress.
• Building Bridges in Connection: Embrace every interaction as an opportunity to resonate, uplift, and expand perspectives.
• Honoring the Sacred in Routine: Find meaning in the rhythm of small, everyday moments that sustain life’s flow.
• Walking the Path of Integration: Harmonize cognitive, emotional, and universal rhythms to live as a unified being.
• Expanding Empathic Mastery: Align bioelectrical energy with deeper interpersonal and emotional dimensions for transformative understanding.
• Illuminating Universal Rhythm: Synchronize with life's temporal pulses to deepen harmony with nature and self.
• Redefining Resilience: Transform adversity into continuous growth by anchoring awareness in each moment’s potential.
• Strengthening Energetic Synchronicity: Refine routine as a pathway to heightened bioelectrical balance and temporal connection.
• Embodying Intentional Presence: Approach every choice with clarity, allowing aligned action to guide an integrated self.

In closing, the journey resonates as a universal rhythm of striving, learning, and becoming.

May this serve as an invitation to a call towards your own highest adventure.

 

In closing, Yeats's The Second Coming mirrors my journal’s arc I guess. A reckoning with chaos right heh. Where the faltering of old structures through that is to the emergence of transformative clarity that now... Wow.. heh. I'm bridging deeper into the consciousness dimensionality of empathy, its spaces within and... beyond. Searching for that alignment with the highest forces of nature, that synchronized essence where the soul of self, turns with the clock of the soul of existence.

 

The Second Coming
By W.B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

 

 

.Best Light.

 

 

 

Edited Tuesday at 01:29 AM by Letho

[Letho]

Felt in the gut today, paralyzing the heart and circumventing the minds freedom between imagination and the organization of being, one conceptual object that strings together two enduring hearts:

1. People misunderstand heroism and the qualities that underpin the generation of it like those of "dignity, self-respect, courage and honor" I brought up in my previous post in the context of selflessness. They misunderstand it because at the core, there's a lack of education around how 'social and individual values' even emerge, which points to the spectrum I brought up above "as merely either an accessory to one's experience for those of whom have little self-insight or the entirety of their preoccupation for those that are still in the early phases of honing their self-knowledge of their greater being and how the energy of feeling carves and is steered by meaning". So I am going to use my break today to write an entry that addresses the multiple fronts of misunderstanding concerning this subject from a place of empathy that's equipped with the right action to help its victims escape the pitfalls of a lack of awareness around its virtue and lack of virtue around heroism. At the helm, its a lack of maturity on both+ sides. I'll try to have the journal entry done by the end of the night.

2. I have decided without a doubt, my preparation continues for the war in Ukraine. All that changes, is in light of the noted 'medical' shared earlier what the end-product will look like here by the end of the year, which is when I will decide the immediacy of my travels from that point.

Edited yesterday at 12:39 AM by Letho

[Letho]

I'll share it tomorrow. Sleep on it for the night. I'm pretty much done.

[Letho]

For those wondering, no, Temporalism wasn’t always on my radar, and I wouldn’t call it some natural born gift either. Honestly, if you looked at my track record as a kid, you'd probably bet against me figuring anything out about time and I always needed dad as my early morning 6am time keeper in my athletics preparations. I was late to school so often my parents (Beijing step-mother that I have great admiration for) might as well have set up a little side hustle writing excuse notes. Some days, I didn’t even bother going, and the school would just sit there waiting, probably wondering if I was alive or just really committed to my bad streak.

Looking back now, it’s both humorous and humbling. The chaos of it all wasn’t just ‘me being me’, it was me mirroring something bigger that now I have a totally new fucking perspective on. The world’s full of the same kind of scattered, unpolished energy, and when you stop fighting it and actually pay attention, you see the patterns, you see the impeturbable unrelenting underlying pulse of causality finding its way to the arc of where human awareness meets its obliviousness for how it got to the present moment, which precisely describes how I remember explaining myself after arriving late to school to "Brother Brendan" (one of our beloved brothers at our Catholic school), the rest of the world heck just the rest of me, had no idea how it 'officially' got there, it just lived and now, I see that in motion much better through both the subjectivity of it and the objectivity of its beauty through temporalism. You start realizing the mess of life itself is a lesson, and, if you’re lucky, you learn to work with it.

These days, I’ve made my peace with the absurdity of it all. Those ‘lost years’ weren’t failures, ha! They were groundwork, at least the absurdity of it is something I've just had to creatively 'work with'. They taught me to own my flaws, laugh at myself, and, more importantly, step up when it matters. Leadership doesn’t mean having all the answers or pretending to be flawless. It means staying real, bringing people together, and keeping a sense of humor while we figure this all out. Late or not, we’re all on this ride together. Sometimes I'm more serious than other times, and as the rubber meets the road heading towards a vision on the end of the year its just how its gotta be, as excuses and 'notes' don't work when it comes building and contributing to something of great importance, the humor I've realised, comes after I've arrived early to not necessarily literal school but the school of life and then that's how you leverage humor and being 'late to school' casual to things, after you've actually done all the work to help free up towards more fluid energy that'll carry you to a more impressive finish line rather than crashing and burning. It's a balance, as I've shared my dad always said.

Addressing two posts ago in a few hours. 

 

Edited 15 hours ago by Letho

[Letho]

 

 

Part 4 to the first post of this page)

 

 

The Fluid Evolution from Heroism to Universalism:

Where Meta-Ascendence provides the Natural Evolutionary Ground for "Universalism" to Self-Emerge while Encompassing its Consciousness Predecessor, regardless as to the ideological damage society has done to it and its parents; conscience and intelligence.

Heroism, once a concept imbued with sacred reverence, has become a distorted reflection of its true self. Two days ago, while moments led up to it I really felt the fractures of people's dissonance around heroism. Yesterday, that was further amplified until finally realizing, holy fuck. We've gotta make a shift otherwise this is going to get worse. Following integration of many varied unspoken confusions after a good nights rest,  arriving back to where I first introduced "Born-Again Bioelectrical Univeral's" in Part 2 of this page of my journal, its now undergone... A metamorphosis, hitting a "Post-Ideological-Heroism Stage" while encompassing its deeper truths by recognizing it as a natural progression following the organic path of meta-ascendence (started earlier in this journal - yet to fully complete mappings) a consciousness follows from birth to death, and with it, its next stage of evolution where "heroism" in communication of the regular growth arc of human potential in this area, instinctively hits the threshold of "Universalism". Thus Universalism is not a replacement for heroism but its organic evolution, that is, if you want to go past all the dried up nonsensical humdrum that's now become of heroism which was once deemed sacred to understanding the best of our human condition. Holding all of the noble qualities of heroism, from courage and empathy to moral integrity while transcending its limitations, Universalism now more directly is the synthesis of individuality and universality, sovereignty and connection, self-actualization and collective harmony; some fair heights compared to the steep fall that's faced heroism following its inoculation into the tyranny of today's ideological stupidity. Through "Universalism", we move beyond these distortions heroisms been ruptured by and reclaim its essence as the profound, living practice aligned with the deepest truths of our existence that heroism truly always was at its essence, and now, communicated at a higher level as a natural, down to earth, grounded progression of consciousness, without Hollywood, pseudo-intellectuals narration of such nor the naivety of obedience that follows mass distortions and subsequent band-wagon blind conformity that comes from indoctrination into any one of the false views of heroism that has started to or has already become now, mainstream.

There’s a particular ache that settles in when the sacred is betrayed, a pattern in our present state of culture that I realise is becoming increasingly more dominant across the ideological landscape of the true, the good, everything that embodies the deeper narrative of conscience, formed at the higher intersection of nervous system symbiosis; heart speaks to mind through its emotional ether of power through connection rather than its power that forms from disconnectoin, mind encases it with its simulative vision while the heart steers the healing of the past inside the minds representation of self, gut guides the instincts of the all encompassing surrounding the heights presently reached in said symbiosis for better or for worse.  Most of us all grew up having learned of heroism as this radiant beacon guiding humanity in spite of how phantasmagorical Hollywood has become strategic or not in its representation of this noble truth, and so for the first time with conscience intention, I'm driving Universalism as its new shape for those of whom are on a similar natural trajectory towards realising a fully human experience, grounded on earth and the depths of our connection with ourselves, the earth and in return, each other. Reflecting on the major conflicts around the world juxtaposed to many of the governmental service occupations, including even the protesting natures against these, its now so obvious how its been contorted and reshaped into a tool that now often serves to oppress rather than liberate and provide an undeniable example of the good that exists within all of us. Governments and their cooperative speakers manipulate it to demand allegiance, pseudo-intellectuals dismiss it as naive or outdated, and a complacent culture, numbed by convenience, shrugs it off as a relic right before their next technological distraction.

Like our broader understanding morality, heroism has been bent, weaponized and reduced, and this is not only the beginning to comprehending personal failure in the continued development of our individual to collective consciousness but the obvious ideological war opposing that must be voiced and immediately ideologically solved. For the failure is not in heroism, morality or conscience itself; fucking obviously. It lies in how we have misunderstood and misapplied awareness to the interconnection with the rest of our nervous system as I made abundantly clear in post 2. Heroism and the noble paths that meet it have not become obsolete; they've resoundingly become stagnant, locked in forms that no longer serve the complexity of human consciousness today and the disarray of supposed ideological reform, that again, I tried to capture in part 2 of this page of my journal. As I began this is where meta-ascendence transmutes to the greater solvency of Universalism that doesn't harm individuality nor its sovereignty but removes the ideological squalor that is the narcissism most new-born's into the modern era have been impregnated with.

The damage is so great to heroism now that the damage done by governments, pseudo-intellectuals, moral cowards and those naive but well-intentioned at heart cannot be ignored because to do so would be to ignore the deeper lesson of forgetting to remind the damage we do to culture with our careless words like these "categories of doing the human dance" when we don't introspect accurately on the world and subsequently, the wars, ideological to physical, that result from that inaccuracy and ah well, moral inadequacy and questionable supposed conscience that surface as voices to guide generational action not only towards the light of deeper consciousness, but fucking towards one another for Christ's sake, like how on earth was that ever a correct measurement to ignore this outside of establishing boundaries towards that which is without the correct measurement on the light of living itself? So instead of restoring from ignoring this damage, this transformation as a natural progression just neatly packages itself into the already pre-existence of "Universalism", so I'm just naming something that was already there and thus for many, it'll be an easy shoe to slip into. Unlike the static ideals of heroism perpetuated by governments and oligarchs, becaues meta-ascendence is dynamic, fluid, and deeply personal to someone's growth, from heroism to Universalism, it can continually grow across the truly developed maturity of the arc one's consciousness. This arc of progress like a racing car in a Formula One race does laps over those ideologs stuck in blind allegiance to collective narratives or cynical rejection of noble virtues, instead locked in to the deliberate path toward authentic self-actualization, tethered to the natural meeting ground of where the sovereignty of self and acknowledges the sovereignty in the rest of the universe and the sentience's alike that join us in their own unique journey of self-realising their own personal agency in this respect, where in this sentience, the entire kingdom of sentience across the species kingdom on planet Earth and beyond, is deeply acknowledged. A deep acknowledgement that automatically leads to the redundancy of most human frameworks that cause division between one another as we unify our understanding of the good word of "global" as being synonymous with "Universal". 

In this reimagined framework that'll continually evolve as I deepen my mappings of meta-ascendence, heroism no longer serves as a moral badge of obedience, sacrifice or at the whim of the moral transgressions of pseudo-intellectuals that poorly encapsulate its meanings and purpose. Instead, it becomes a process of becoming a "Universal" at the helm of where soul meets its consciousness growth in a physical body via "informational meta-ascendence" between energy and matter through the aligned movement of mind and greater nervous system. A state of being where individuality and universality meet, Universalism does not follow a script dictated by societal expectations but instead the endeavor in the alignment of Will across the intersection of one's truest existence and therefore a personal path rooted in the energetic powers of their alignment that lead to the reformation of the naive-realism that is modern interpretations of morality and the heroic will that forms from the alignment of truth, love and protection. To shift into Universalism as well does not mean you treat your family like strangers equivalent to that of a mosquito real or figurative (tyrannical ideological structures) sucking the life-blood out of your consciousness and like that was ever your real purpose here on Earth, just to be needled into by a machine as a battery to some ideological perspective that's out of touch with your humanity. You stretch all the way to Universalism while acknowledging the integrous bond you've formed with your loved one's, family, friends and more otherwise truth be told, you've got some malfunctioning going on there with the heart and its natural tribal inclinations which should not be lost, only evolved; progression is about integration not separation from the past. Use any act of 'separation' of any kind as a flag for what is likely an ideological perspective that is in some way false, I am driving myself towards the aid of Ukraine at the cost of Russia however only in the restoration of intelligent boundaries and the expansion of my own into a greater encompassment of understanding of the self, universe and our human condition, rather than being ensnared by the ongoing ideological confused chaos that is international law and its passengers on that misaligned train to ruin, repair or our inevitable destruction when we do not act heroically to save, evolve and live by the sacred of what defines the depths of life. Moral stagnation is not the result of our technological achievements rendering our moral and religious fortitudes obsolete as we become more aware of the greater globe and each other, in fact quite the opposite, this moral regression is as a consequence of the separatism and disconnection that's resulted from technology and the ideological chibberish that's resulted as unintelligent backlashes to traditional views that have simply needed renovation with the god almighty not segregation that turns the synagogue we pray in to instead be some strange obscure skype chat with some woman earning a million dollars a year on OnlyFans, something I've never signed up to nor even porn, not because I find it morally repugnant but because I find it ideologically absurd that an intelligent consciousness finds staring at a screen as the means to get their consciousness roofs elevated to the next level while they squeeze the juice out of their poorly integrated sexual urges with the thought experiment that is pairing sentience and human together, or that is, for what level sentience we supposedly have.

Heroism’s distortion begins with its exploitation by those in power. Governments, institutions and oligarchs have long recognized humanity’s yearning for meaning and purpose. The flags, the national anthems, the corrupt political speeches, the outfits, the god glory buildings, the badges, its all pre-installed showrooms into the imaginations of those coopted by its supposed ancestral alignment when in reality as we see its in its disrepair rather than an ancestry we should be honoring in every moment, and this is stretched to every imaginable institution or cultural outfit that can call itself by any comparison a 'team' and therefore of potentially against 'team b'. They manipulate this yearning by presenting heroism and any of its noble vocabulary as synonymous with obedience, loyalty, and sacrifice for the collective rather than as a creed of human virtue that leads to greater self-understanding and enriching the depth of our connection for life that is 'connecting' to something more meaningful and purposeful. This engineered narrative strips individuals of autonomy, recasting their innate desires for courage and selflessness as tools for maintaining power outdated ideological structures, even at the cost of our deepest virtues that align us with what it truly means to be human like that of heroism. Understanding this has been deeply personal to reconciling my decision making process for my choice to defend Ukraine in the physical and the means by which I achieve this towards its moral end and its going to take me the whole year to really integrate everything before everything aligns with my inevitable travels there next year. Naturally, from this point on others will understand if I keep the means of my own personal aid private until everything is all over or at least, I have reached a certain temporal intersection in which its appropriate to share anything more in this regard, such as the approximate time of my departure at the very least.

Further than the beating drums of 'Team A's, pseudo-intellectuals amplify this distortion by crafting narratives that intellectualize compliance or even false independence from along the spectrum of dubious moral clarity to narcissistic individuality to the point of disorder, an in-road into the suite of various  emotional manipulation techniques they sink knee deep in to brush their morally questionable yellowy teeth. Their rhetoric masks servitude as virtue, creating a cultural environment where dissent is stifled, and individuality is subdued. Simultaneously, those who see through these manipulations often swing to the opposite extreme, rejecting heroism entirely, mistaking it for naive self-sacrifice, an outdated relic or at worst as stated, 'virtue signaling' even though at the cost of such is the lives of many. This reactionary cynicism fosters apathy, self-absorption, and moral stagnation not only at the demographic but generational level where today we live with those effects through the noted dissonance that forms the many ideological entanglements I again, traced in part 2 of my entries for this page. Both extremes, from blind allegiance to cynical withdrawal, trap individuals in a cycle of disconnection that leads to a society that wages war with disconnection being the very predicate from which "ideological war viruses" grow and spread via the noted innocence I outlined there, obscuring the relationship heroism has between self-resonance and social interconnection, a place that furthers growth and nurses the progression towards deeper universal alignment as opposed to something that hinders it or at even greater ignorance on the sustenance of our essence, prevents it.

Meta-ascendence is the natural evolution of heroism with our sense of self as its starting point moving back to "God's Temporal Labyrinth" on the previous page, where meta-ascendence is the process that integrates individuality with universal alignment; aka, the universal boundaries of temporal synchronization as I shared in part 3 of this page. Briefly, for my own referencing point as a further side-step from present cultural narratives whether popular or not, I'm going to reframe "God Realization" as purely the path of "Selfism", where self recognizes itself at its indifferentiable point from the experience that encompasses it, as a means of being preoccupied with my own present level of evolution as well as connecting with what I imagine most others view as their experienced reality as well. This goal of recontextualization for God-realization only as I presently understand its limits as it expresses itself within me, is merely to shift the frame to dissolve the soverign meeting ground between self, universe and social not to ruin the dialogue or most importantly nor disrespect the natural growth arc of meta-ascendence for all conscious life across the universe. And this is a simultaneous reframing of "selfism" by the way, which has already been characterised by modern culture, I'm just moving the frame again and reconceptualising it for my own bread and butter in this writing and what presently surfaces for my own trajectory, what is exclusive to yours, is a path I entirely respect the soverienty of. 

Meta-ascendence begins with a simple but profound shift, from external validation to internal alignment. See, traditional heroism often relies on societal recognition or adherence to collective ideals if we look at it through the lens of how we've depicted it in our political and social organisations and our various genres of entertainment even though across those depictions, we have various forms of emulation, some of which reflect an eye-sight that is possessed by a deeper alignment rather than the strict obedience to external ideological imprisonments. Meta-ascendence which you could say is depicted across many fictional characters sometimes with good precision even if its not amazing, is not only rooted in the individual’s authentic connection to their own values, emotions, and sense of purpose but the meta-realization of them through the lens of the consciousness sketchpads they've created for each and their understandings that bridge the differences between them; in fact, I would say that the descent of Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vadar in the film series Star Wars is actually a very good depiction of the end-product that surfaces following the disconnection that follows this ascent. Same ascendence, different alignment, because of the nature of how emotion operates in our being, which path are you going to choose with the heart? There's only two, everything else is purely in the probabilistic balance of where intersectional emotional memory meets the sentience that governs it through its source to soul. It changes the original existential question to "What does it mean to act courageously, not even for applause or approval, but because it aligns with the deepest truths between self, universe and transformation and from what position can I measure my own individual actions from that are feeding comparatively one or the other direction when viewed from a greater distance?". This shift redefines heroism as an ongoing process of becoming, returning to the outlining of the limits to synchronization noted in part 3. It is not about reaching a fixed state of virtue, that's just a reflection of philosophical absurdity at its present state of pseudo-intellectualism that reflects a caricature of the human condition, instead its about continually evolving toward greater synchronization of mind, heart, and spirit with their respective higher integrated universal truths inclusive then of our greater nervous system and connection between each other towards higher and higher, more and more powerful states of being. It's all about the harmony between individuality, universe and respectful acknowledgement of their meeting ground of sovereignty and finding peace in the transformations asked of us in the process of shifting from evolving to 'being' back into 'becoming'... a "Universal". 

In the framework of meta-ascendence so far, the individual evolves from Hero into a Universal or just from the consciousness leaping ground that makes sense for the individual to this consciousness temporal position. That being said, I'm not expecting someone drugged on every Iron Man or every superhero film known to modern entertainment to just simply imbue this stance automatically, its a natural process of withering away older parts of the psyche as I analogously pointed to in my Phantom Limb analogy of part 3 and a growing towards through a natural state of self-inquiry and life experience. So a Universal is someone who embodies courage, empathy, and authenticity, not as responses to external demands but as natural expressions of their inner alignment because this is the organic functioning of not only the heart and the empathy of the minds environmental understanding when it operates in concert with other areas of our nervous system through the most fluid and solid frequency of our emotional spectrum, which is of course none other than, love. Thus, this is not an ideology, law, personal identity, rule, commandment, belief, principle or anything like this of the sort, instead its reflective of a natural metamorphosis of consciousness over its life-cycle as a consequence of its learnings on how to connect with self, its experience and place within the universe it forms its sense of 'becoming' from. 

Inside this recontextualization then, you're not going to be bound by the rigid constructs of heroism but instead operate through the ideological noise that's surfaced from this term, able to now navigate the complexities of todays environment with a certain compass and direction that only feels right because al you're doing is connecting within from a higher place of connection and ascendence. Slowly having your sense of purpose becoming indistinguishable from universal purpose or even, the universes purpose itself, not as something that is proselytized from the rooftops, the political debates or in familial conflicts even, but as a natural maturity you yourself have chosen to undertaken and experience the limits of via self-recognition, rather than believing in second-hand knowledge you haven't been able to verify for yourself. Being a Universal means arriving at a level of consciousness of the interconnectedness of all things and therefore where personal growth is realized as inseparable from the well-being of the world around us, in doing so, our actions unequivocally work with the intention of matching this reality across all areas of being and all areas of the globe to our best level of intelligence. Yet, in that mutuality, there's a continual commitment to personal sovereignty, to act from a place of internal clarity rather than external coercion and continually work to deepen that relationship understanding that in doing so, there's an automatic interconnection with the external which results rather than a separation, an irony of course when we compare this to how modern ideologies as pointed to in part 2 of this page of my journal lead to not only more deeply entrenched separation between each other but where the resulting waring enslaves our intellectual technologies to further imprisoning our adventure deeper into "Plato's 'Collectivism' Cave", to coin the term, where in our exiting instead of embracing one another, we are at odds with not only each other but the world itself and in return, our truest existential path.

This balance between individuality and universality lies at the core of meta-ascendence and thus, upon finally becoming a hero, or rather, a "Universal", its realised as a living state of consciousness that is purely and simply achieved by three words "Self-aligned-Work". In purely relying upon accurate scientific alignment and interconnection rather than the guesswork or tyranny of ideology, its consciousness growth that one can touch and therefore its the kinaesthetic intelligence that liberates into realising it as the only rational path that honors both the self and its profound connection to the world around it by simply turning on the centres that breath life into us from the beginning of our earliest forms of being a human, returning to the essence of the universe’s soul we each carry a fragment of.  This deepens personal freedom, not through detachment, but by embracing our shared humanity and the truths that unite us through the practical honoring of healthy habits that align heart, mind, gut and if not physical our energetic connection to soul. 

We find ourselves surrounded by modern pseudo-intellectuals be they within or outside institutions, pushing toxic narratives that attempt to manipulate our sense of self and purpose. These are the same voices that seek to replace the wisdom of great leaders like Lincoln and Mandela with hollow rhetoric, fueled by convenience rather than by any true feats of consciousness. Through technological convenience where they're each awaiting their robot girlfriends to be turned out by AI, they are products of a luxury they didn’t earn, and in their wake, they attempt to derail the very essence of what makes us human and head us further down the path of "Idiocracy", to list one unexpected film that traces 'heroism' in one of its humorous lenses, while reminding us that this is exactly the path we lead down when we do not do the "Self-Aligned Work" necessary on our deepest held truths be they cognitive, emotional or otherwise until we have truly arrived at not only a deeper level of source but a higher level of intelligence that integrates rather than segregates former paths to understanding the lives we've walked. 

At the core of meta-ascendence lies with awareness learning to develop the "Ramachandran cellular blueprint to the self's nervous system", a phrase I've coined to honor Ramachandran's brilliant contributions to the field of neurology. In this endeavor, there is the active moment to moment meditation or even through specialised meditations alike to develop the self's awareness of itself by simply becoming aware of the different areas of the nervous system from the heart to the gut to even different aspects of the brain, and through practice, learning to not only activate them but in that growing learned space, tap into an unconscious world that now unfolds after years of neglect, and within that space, years of tracings to experiences that come together to be integrated towards a new whole in the self's natural integration from meta-ascendence. Starting with the feeling of awareness and ending in the awareness of feeling and how its power aligns with the full activation of bioelectrical agency across our entire being, scaffolding to higher levels of power fueled by developing this pairing between where kinaesthetic intelligence meets awareness over its energy and the areas of our nervous system and greater being that create it. The self-experimentation pairs with not only scientific progression but societies ideological entanglements across the globe as a consequence of their lack of connection to the interconnected self, which yes, its final product is going to be at the very least an analogy that compares itself to what I believe Leonardo Da Vinci attempted to achieve himself or had plans to in the designs of the "Vitruvian Man", not as a state of idol worship, but as a normal easily obtainable healthy state of being from the right habits that merely move consciousness to higher states of mastery and therefore levels of power in this regard.

On that note, this is the perfect time to remind you of heartmath dot com again as well as to communicate a little more on those technological conveniences pseudo-intellectuals and misplaced institutional and organisational treatise alike rely on to be able to voice their half-baked theories on the human condition. "Treatise" which the gullibly educated eat up like they're preparing for the show "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" or Getting their next "Social Spelling-B" right on social norms in their ensuing social conversing's, thereby revealing imprisoned consciousness in their search for validation on the turn of the next unconscious side-look from the naive listener. In short needless to say, "Modern Society",  pulls sovereignty away from the heart and therefore sovereignty away from the self as the individuality of the contours of one's emotions are now turned into cash in hand "technological clickbait" fueled by dopamine spikes and emotional triggers that are entirely predicated on the consumers obliviousness as to how they actually function; slot machine happiness anyone? And isn't "Slow Machine Happiness" just the perfect analogy that describes most people as they scroll their facebook feed, scroll after scroll until they hit that buzz or on youtube that video, supposedly intellectual, political or otherwise? Right, right. Technology, entertainment, and consumerism isolate us, obviously, this is just me linguistically ticking a box we already know is there. Technology, available to us 24/7 to meet our needs without engaging with the world. Social media reduces relationships to transactional interactions, while convenience culture dulls our capacity for resilience, character and dare I say it, an actual sentient mind? Right, right, let's continue. Heroism, in its corrupted form, feeds into this disconnection, asking for blind loyalty or apathetic withdrawal from its self-absorbed to ignorant naysayers, neither of which fosters true growth. Meta-ascendence into this new proposal of Universalism, by contrast, demands that all we do is simply turn on the electricity within as its meant to actually function rather than being sucked away as a battery lighting up the tech's that have us addicted believing that "Well this time I'll win on the slots, I know it, I know it". Aka, returning to the larger conversation concerning the heart and the rest of the nervous system. By learning the "Ramachandran blueprint" not through indoctrination but by simply learning the act of listening and empowering energy within, connecting our awareness with a certain area like the heart and slowly growing back the cells that breath new life into those areas of being while redefining the pathway forward for old memories that now can transform from being merely entry points by which technologies can trigger the individual into emotional outburst or addiction which allows their responses to be easily controlled by a corporation that's never going to learn your name but instead pushes those triggers to transformations  to self-knowledge that ascends awareness rather than reduces it to wondering how you're not indistinguishable to a junkie passed out on the streets from too much TikTok scrolling.

In rebuilding the foundations of heroism and marking the space for future progressions towards the becoming of Universalism, I share the following questions across the indices that predicate heroism to encourage what should be a natural progression from indoctrination to renewed sovereignty and then back into a deeper and wiser connection with the collective.

Self-Alignment:
What truths about yourself have you resisted acknowledging, and why? If you were to set aside all external expectations and noise, what would your most authentic expression of courage, empathy, and purpose look like today?

Empathy as a Bridge:
When was the last time you truly felt another person’s reality, unfiltered by judgment or your own narrative? How can you use this awareness to create deeper, more authentic connections without losing your sovereignty in the process?

Resilience in Uncertainty:
Think of a moment when you faced uncertainty and faltered. What did that experience teach you about your relationship with fear? Now, consider the opposite, a time you acted with courage despite the odds. What did that teach you about your capacity to trust the process of growth?

The Tension Between Individuality and Universality:
What aspects of your individuality feel most in conflict with the needs of the world around you? How can you honor your uniqueness while embracing the broader interconnectedness that demands a more universal perspective?

Heart-Mind Integration:
Are the decisions you make aligned with the language of your heart, the clarity of your mind, and the instincts of your gut? If not, what part of your inner symphony feels out of tune, and what would it take to realign it?

Redefining Purpose:
If societal approval and material success were no longer measures of achievement, how would you define a life well-lived? How can you start embodying that vision in the smallest, most practical ways today?

Action and Impact:
Are your daily actions rooted in integrity and informed by a vision of the collective good, or are they shaped by habits and scripts that no longer serve you? How can you move from passive reaction to intentional contribution?

Universal Sovereignty:
If Universalism asks us to acknowledge sovereignty in all sentient beings, how do you reconcile this with your personal boundaries and needs? Where does generosity meet self-respect, and how can you navigate that space wisely?

The Role of Technology and Distraction:
What parts of your daily routine reinforce disconnection, be it through technology, overindulgence, or escapism? What small changes can you make to reclaim your focus and realign with the natural rhythm of your being?

Legacy and Contribution:
If your life were a story meant to inspire others, what values and truths would you want it to reflect? What can you do today to ensure that this legacy is authentic, meaningful, and enduring?

Though let's hesitate a moment and reflect on the cultural critics and wannabes therein on what they may have to say on my journal entry here heh. Some may argue after-all, “Why bother with all this? Heroism was fine the way it was. Sure, it got tangled up in political theater and cheap Instagram captions, but isn’t that just human nature? Why reinvent the wheel when everyone seems happy staring at its flat tire representative of our modern social media political and social posturing?” To those comfortably numb in their nihilistic beanbags, including on this forum's shit bag for conversations, politely of course, I offer this... the wheel isn’t flat because of heroism itself, it’s flat because we let a bunch of toddlers with crayons from influencers to algorithmic political and social puppets draw all over it and called the mess ‘progress, even intellectual progress.’ And now, rather than repairing it, they sell us bumper stickers that read “Live, Laugh, Loot” while they profit from the chaos. Universalism doesn’t toss the wheel; it patches it up, strengthens it, and turns it into a gyroscope. Of course, there’s also the predictable camp of “hyper-rationalists” (or as I like to call them, emotionally constipated philosophers) who’ll claim that Universalism is nothing but moral fluff, a cosmic therapy session for people too fragile to face ‘objective reality.’ You know the type, they’ll scoff at the idea of aligning heart and mind, arguing that emotions are just biochemical noise, and heroism is a mere evolutionary fluke. Never mind that their version of objectivity somehow always leads to cold detachment and overpriced crypto investments. What they fail to realize is that it takes more intellectual courage to integrate the messy, squishy humanity they dismiss than to retreat into their air-conditioned logic towers. Universalism, my dear rational cynics, is not anti-reason; it’s just pro-reason with feelings. If you think feelings are weak, I invite you to try loving something deeply without burning out or breaking down. Spoiler alert... it’s harder than solving your favorite Godel puzzle, though Godel is too much of a compliment for those that wear the same intellectual football jersey that never actually ends up making it past little league when it wants to understand and integrate the deepest and widest parts of human experience, including our intelligence in its breadth and depth. And let’s not forget the dystopian prophets. “Ah, so now you want Universalism?” they’ll say, clutching their dog-eared copies of 1984. “Next, you’ll be plugging us into some global consciousness hive-mind, and we’ll all just float around like enlightened jellyfish!” Listen, Universalism isn’t about merging into some techno-utopian soup of sameness. It’s about waking up to the interconnected reality that already exists. The irony is, you’re already part of the hive, only it’s run by people you didn’t elect and algorithms you don’t understand. Universalism doesn’t erase individuality; it amplifies it by aligning it with the universal truths we’ve always known but often forget in the noise of modern life. If that feels like a threat to your freedom, maybe it’s not freedom you’re clinging to but a gilded cage you’ve mistaken for one.

In the end, Universalism isn’t a grand ideological overthrow or a utopian blueprint Ramachandran or otherwise though it is a sincere honoring, rather more largely it’s an invitation to return to what we already know deep down but have forgotten in the noise. It’s about realizing that heroism wasn’t meant to be some fossilized relic, endlessly poked and prodded by governments, influencers, or cynics looking for flaws to weaponize. Instead, it was always a stepping stone, a gateway for something deeper, the synthesis of personal sovereignty and universal alignment. When you truly integrate courage, empathy, and authenticity as natural expressions of being rather than as obligations or reactions to the chaos around you, the shift from heroism to Universalism becomes inevitable, even obvious. It’s not about rejecting what came before but about expanding it, and I hope this inspires you as your way of approaching all ideological traditions. Rather than trying to replace, burn down or destroy instead its just a natural letting go of the old forms internal and external as I said about the phantom limb analogy to not only dissolve into a richer, more grounded understanding of our connection to ourselves, each other, and the larger story of existence, but so we're not getting on ideological street marches, car loots, casino addictions in all their analogous forms and signing up for wars based on a phenomenology that is not inherent and true to our natural experience. On that note, becoming a Universal isn't going to come with a theme song or a fucking superman cape; it’s messy, raw, and deeply personal. It’s realizing that your flaws, your doubts, your contradictions, they’re not barriers to growth but the very terrain you must walk to grow. It’s having the humility to admit you’ve been manipulated, the courage to unlearn the lies, and the resilience to rebuild yourself in alignment with truths that don’t scream for attention but quietly resonate in your gut, heart, and mind. Universalism doesn’t ask you to change the world overnight and certainly not to proselytize to others throughout it; it asks you to change how you move through it, to live with integrity even when no one is watching without effort because you've aligned, thereby naturally expanding your understanding of freedom beyond the shallow waters of self-interest and into the boundless ocean of shared existence, because that's what you can self verify through a hearts connection; yes, its one of the fatal flaws of solipsism, because connection to interconnection from self to social becomes more self-evident the higher level of awakening our being reaches, whether self to other dissolves or not, the meanings are arbitrary to me. And being a Universalist isn't about saving the world; it’s about saving yourself, and in doing so, recognizing that the world was never separate from you to begin with, and acting in alignment with the deepest truth of interconnection that has emerged from this ascendence. And so, as the final act of this exploration, we return to the simplicity of the path itself. Universalism isn’t a lofty ideal floating somewhere in the intellectual stratosphere; it’s the deeply practical act of aligning your thoughts, feelings, and actions with the reality that everything is interconnected, that the awareness you take for granted right in this moment is supported by powers within that you can learn to identify, steer, grow and hone this to increasingly levels of mastery but that radically alters the existential position of your consciousness to one that is less divided between self and universe with no loss of sovereignty. It’s the quiet realization that the hero you once aspired to be wasn’t an end in itself but a mirror, reflecting the Universal within you all along. With each step, we dismantle the noise, embrace the mess, and move closer to a life that honors both the sovereignty of the self and the sacred unity of all things. In this alignment, heroism is reborn, not as something imposed upon us but as something we naturally live, breathe, and embody, regardless as to how afraid or disconnected from the idea of heroism in the past, but repositioning it to a state of interconnection, this road now becomes not only within reach but a natural progression. And perhaps, in that embodiment, we rediscover the very thing we’ve been searching for all along, the courage to simply be, and in being, to belong. To self. To universe, no longer that untraversable black intergalactic void of nothingness some operate their individuality from but instead, the dissolving of a division to be the fullness of life and all its higher more powerful energy you were always destined to master, and share with mastery. 

 

 

The Prelude: Book 1 

By William Wordsworth

Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings
From the green fields, and from yon azure sky.
Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come
To none more grateful than to me; escaped
From the vast city, where I long had pined
A discontented sojourner, now free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
What dwelling shall receive me, in what vale
Shall be my harbour, underneath what grove
Shall I take up my home, and what sweet stream
Shall with its murmurs lull me to my rest?
The earth is all before me, with a heart
Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty,
I look about; and should the chosen guide
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way. I breathe again!
Trances of thought and mountings of the mind
Come fast upon me, it is shaken off,
That burthen of my own unnatural self,
The heavy weight of many a weary day
Not mine, and such as were not made for me.
Long months of peace (if such bold word accord
With any promises of human life),
Long months of ease and undisturbed delight
Are mine in prospect; whither shall I turn,
By road or pathway, or through trackless field,
Up hill or down, or shall some floating thing
Upon the river point me out my course?

Dear Liberty! Yet what would it avail
But for a gift that consecrates the joy?
For I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven
Was blowing on my body, felt within
A correspondent breeze, that gently moved
With quickening virtue, but is now become
A tempest, a redundant energy,
Vexing its own creation. Thanks to both,
And their congenial powers, that, while they join
In breaking up a long-continued frost,
Bring with them vernal promises, the hope
Of active days urged on by flying hours,—
Days of sweet leisure, taxed with patient thought
Abstruse, nor wanting punctual service high,
Matins and vespers of harmonious verse!

Thus far, O Friend! did I, not used to make
A present joy the matter of my song,
Pour out that day my soul in measured strains
Even in the very words which I have here
Recorded: to the open fields I told
A prophecy: poetic numbers came
Spontaneously, to clothe in priestly robe
A renovated spirit singled out,
Such hope was mine, for holy services.
My own voice cheered me, and, far more, the mind’s
Internal echo of the imperfect sound;
To both I listened, drawing from them both
A cheerful confidence in things to come.

Content and not unwilling now to give
A respite to this passion, I paced on
With brisk and eager steps; and came, at length,
To a green shady place, where down I sat
Beneath a tree, slackening my thoughts by choice,
And settling into gentler happiness.
’Twas Autumn, and a calm and placid day,
With warmth, as much as needed, from a sun
Two hours declined towards the west; a day
With silver clouds, and sunshine on the grass,
And in the sheltered and the sheltering grove
A perfect stillness. Many were the thoughts
Encouraged and dismissed, till choice was made
Of a known Vale, whither my feet should turn,
Nor rest till they had reached the very door
Of the one cottage which methought I saw.
No picture of mere memory ever looked
So fair; and while upon the fancied scene
I gazed with growing love, a higher power
Than Fancy gave assurance of some work
Of glory there forthwith to be begun,
Perhaps too there performed.

 

 

 

 

We all go through transformations from the inception of our birth... no matter how much we memetically wish to categorize one another as simplistically and statically as possible like dubious goldfish swimming 1 sq foot tanks believing them to be encasing the rest of the ocean, especially by those too afraid to choose a direction for their evolution, their becoming.

So I ask the reader this...

What is yours, and is it courageous, integrous, full of justice, fairness and... the rest of the universe inclusive of your vision for interconnection for the soul within?

 

 

 

 

 

 

.Best Light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited 8 hours ago by Letho