Sunday Matinee: A Sufi Meditation w/ Irina Tweedie

‘I want God,’ I heard myself saying, ‘But not the Christian idea of an anthropomorphic deity. I want the Rootless Root, the Causeless Cause of the Upanishads.’ – Irina Tweedie

Hello friends,

It’s been a while since we last spoke but if some of you are still out there, my sincerest hope is that kindness has been the benediction of the year thus far. For my fellow Argonauts who’ve embarked on the pilgrimage to no land, let naught trouble thee as “years” are merely perturbations that disturb the tranquility of the inner iridescence.  The wisdom traditions say that thou art outside the bondage of time and space.  For you I merely offer a reminder – seek to find as there’s no answer without a knock.  The wise ones teach that satchitananda is available to he who develops the discriminatory faculty by which the subtle is distilled from the gross.

As for your friendly rebel without a clue, I’ve voyaged to the land from whence I came to reconnect with the aspect of myself long shrouded by the obscuration colloquially referenced as “I.” The “I” thought is  somewhat slippery to source, but with patience and persistence one subdues the servant of the Self.

They say that when a man embarks upon a quest to find himself he ends up finding a whole lot more than he bargained for. Somewhat paradoxically though, this strong desire for self-gnosis has led to a complete relaxation of self-purpose and a willingness to serve the Grand Pattern of Universal Procedure. Though therefore unable to entirely verify the veracity of this principle of vivification, a certain completeness has gradually made itself known to me over the past few months. That being said, the Supreme Schematics have seen to it that certain great teachers continue to cross my path to grant the supplications of the innermost cavern of my heart.

Irina Tweedie is one such teacher and I was pleasantly surprised to find this video on YouTube. Irina is of the Naqshbandiyya- Mujadiddiya Sufi Order and I share this today hoping that she serves as a key-maker to any persistently locked doors on your quest. Though we must continue our childish play beguiled by Maya, it’s often good to remember that the very light that glistens in the eyes of children can be seen radiating from star to star.

One love,

HJ

P.S. All five parts of this video should sequentially follow. Enjoy!

Sunday Matinee: Consciousness- A Convo with Deepak Chopra and Stuart Hameroff

Ni hao Jedi Masters!

Lemme see if I can amuse you a bit before you get to the good stuff.  It’s thrilling that the inhabitant tends to a cordial disposition this morning so I’ll capitalize.  Guess we’ll chalk to up to Solstice energy.  When not seeking an archery lesson from the Lord of Ayodhya himself, as you folks probably know I enjoy lectures on a variety of subjects. What can I say, the different inhabitants have different interests. Lol

There’s a look of consternation on the face of the therapists, so lemme clarify – though the inhabitants are many, the knower of the inhabitants is one and the same.

Somewhere I learned that the faculty of discrimination by which the entire electro-magnetic spectrum, or the universal fabric of reality is understood, cannot be located anywhere on the entire spectrum of wavelengths.  Essentially, there are no signals for consciousness, none, zero, zip. There is absolutely no methodology by which you can test or know that you are aware of the fact that you are reading the musings of a bar-stool philosophizer with a number in his name.  Notice the subtlety; you can test that you are reading by resonance imaging, but not the fact that you know that you are reading. If you’ve come across contrary evidence or info on this, by all means please share the wealth.

Whether a person is conscious is testable but not his awareness of the fact that he is conscious. Similarly, while the rods and cones of an animal’s eye may be activated, you cannot test whether it’s aware of the information processed by its brain. Here’s one for later, how about a garage door opener? Once your clicker “wakes” it with an electro-magnetic yell, you CANNOT test that it doesn’t “know” the garage door needs to be opened.  I know, I know, “H3nry I think you had one brownie too many!” True dat, but on a fundamental level though, I’ve retained validity. The jury’s still out on sanity but we’ll keep that between us.

Quick bit before I let you go.  Benjamin Whorf provided the best definition of objectifying that I’ve come across, so as my old man would say, let’s not re-invent the wheel.  He defined objectifying as “imaginatively spatializing quantities and potentials that are quite non-spatial” and I think this an important qualification to raise.  The point I want to convey when listening to these lectures is to not objectify consciousness.  Consciousness is not an object or some “thing” external to you like a nail-clipper, it is non-spatial.  It is fundamental awareness.

The scientific method requires an object of experimentation to be applicable ergo scientists typically measure causal efficacy. The qualia or hard problem of consciousness, namely why am I having a conscious experience eludes scientific logic. My take is that you wouldn’t destroy William Blake with the scientific method, so why subject the Atman to such.  Different experiential constructs are grasped with different mental faculties. Michelangelo’s David and Newtons’ Laws of motion are interpreted with different methodologies and the former loses no merit by not conforming to reductionist principles. Ergo, I think it safe to say that the lack of a logical scientific method to quantify something does not render it necessarily illogical.

Speaking of Whorf btw, our language fails us in so many ways folks. Great injunctive tool for exchanging info as in “how to do something” but a lousy descriptive mechanism.  Whorf’s paper, The Relation of Habitual Thought and Behavior to Language makes for great reading if the White Widow comes calling, so if you’re interested, LINK HERE.  Whorf explains why our language essentially traps us and limits the manner in which we conceptualize reality.  He even goes on to discuss why relativity is easier to understand in the Hopi language due to the temporal tense-ification and objectifying to which we subject ourselves as English speakers.  We imprison our minds in a cage of temporal units that we’ve objectified and lined in sequential rows.  While the beauty of life lies in the repeatlessness of each moment, we’ve lost this with our prisons of repeating days, weeks and months. Say nothing of the second to second insufferable scrutiny to which we must succumb on a daily basis.

But enough from me. Enjoy the vid and if we don’t cross paths in the next few days, have a wonderful time in whatever manner you celebrate the holidays and I’ll catch you on the Hyd3 side. Seek the subtle amigos as the capacity for self-reflection stands above all machinations of the mind.

One love,

HJ

P.S. In the spirit of the holidays, I’ll let Aretha take you home.

Sunday Matinee: Michelle Alexander – The New Jim Crow

Hey folks,

In light of recent events, I really felt this vid apropos today.  And my bad about the prolonged absence also, but the word dealer’s been in one of those stingy moods again. Go figure. While our Sundays are usually defined by an open invitation to join me on a journey to shed the shroud that shields the Splendor from which all things spring, the vibe dictated a slight shift today.  Contemplating the Divinity that underpins the turning of strawberries into symphonies is still a luxury ill afforded certain sub-groups in the society as the story of their lives remains a sole function of skin color.  This stains us all.

Before I leave you to your own devices, I wanna share a little anecdote from the Hyd3 side.

Coming of age in the Empire, I was in a unique position to visit haunts on either side of the track and try different brews at different watering holes without making the respective tavern regulars restless. Some nights I’d chill with guys drinking Mickey’s or Michelob, while on others, Shlitz Bull or Cisco wine were the order of the day. I tended to follow custom as you know what they say, when in Rome right? This allowed for certain observations that were ordinarily denied other members of my peer group that tended towards more provincial tastes. Now all young men who err on the side of rambunctiousness inevitably have encounters with law enforcement during the process of maturation. For some reason however, it seemed that these interactions with the Velites invariably tended to be more frequent and antagonistic on the nights I was drinking Shlitz Bull versus the nights spent chuggin’ Mickey’s.

This troubled me for many years as the “luck of the Irish” didn’t strike me as a meritorious enough explanation for this anomalous statistic. Naiveté however, would prevent any lucid apprehension of the reasons for my “bad luck” on these particular nights for quite a while. Eventually I came to understand why the attitude of the Gestapo was so cordial when I brandished a bottle with the Michelob drinkers and so condescending when I clutched a quart of Shlitz.  With the passage of time and tide, it became evident that the reason lay not in the brand labeling the clutched bottle, but instead the color of the hands doing the clutching.

There is a profound difference in the manner in which law enforcement officials are trained to approach a group of young white fellas versus the attitudes adopted by these same officers when encountering a group of black or Hispanic males. It’s been my experience that police behavior is defined by marked increases in aggression and hostility in minority interactions. Anyways, I’ll get out of your hair and let you get to the lecture. Michelle is a lovely and delightful speaker.

One love,

HJ

P.S. Here’s Van’s homage to The Mystery as a bonus after that. These talks tend to evoke certain angry sentiments and holding on to anger is akin to clutching hot coals amigos, you’re the one getting burned.

Sunday Matinee: Eros and the Eschaton

Seekers of the Shew Stone,

Hope all’s well in your own little Hattervilles on this sublime Sunday.  Watching the American political process in action always remindS me that while I’ve often seen a cat without a grin, only in the home of the 64 oz soda will I see a grin without a cat.  At least one thing was clarified further last week – contraction of the social programs relied upon by the most vulnerable shall continue, and the WASP power structure shall also continue to fund its military industrial complex of conformity by cannon. Always open to ideas of how to convince Americans that a robust public education system and Medicare for all are better investments than winged weapons of death btw.

Whatever happened to doing unto the least of my brethren? Lol I guess the historical record of the Imperialist Reformation is better reconciled with In Hoc Signo Vinces.

I know that communication is the sine qua non of society, but my mistrust of words has seemingly been becoming more pronounced in recent weeks.  Somehow partners, a preference for prolonged periods of the pre-planning phase of prose production has been posited as positive.  But, since such personal peccadilloes plague not plenty, here’s master wordsmith McKenna waxin poetic as a form of compensatory damages.  I guess it’s my homage to irony.  Grab a pineapple express pizza and enjoy Terence’s assault on the fragmented religion of science.

One love,

HJ

P.S. My fellow seekers of the a priori reality will definitely dig this one.

Sunday Matinee: Awaken To The Eternal w/ N. Maharaj

The seeker is he who is in search of himself.

Give up all questions except one: ‘Who am I?’ After all, the only fact you are sure of is that you are. The ‘I am’ is certain. The ‘I am this’ is not.

Struggle to find out what you are in reality.

To know what you are, you must first investigate and know what you are not.

Discover all that you are not — body, feelings thoughts, time, space, this or that — nothing, concrete or abstract, which you perceive can be you.

The very act of perceiving shows that you are not what you perceive.

The clearer you understand on the level of mind you can be described in negative terms only, the quicker will you come to the end of your search and realize that you are the limitless being.

– Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Namaste Vagabonds, Vandals, and Viceroys!

I thought you guys would enjoy this if the consumption of gross utility became a tad unsatisfying, or if you just felt like enjoying all the seed bearing plants and herbs on this brisk Sunday morn. As usual, when sharing any system of understanding, it seems important to re-emphasize the prime directive, “Believe nothing, merely entertain ideas.” Absent the state of realization articulated by Nisargadatta that moves beyond the tendencies of the mind, I think it necessary to embrace the skeptical faculty, especially when engaged in pursuits of this nature.  Failure to do so often leads to losing sight of our individual necessities and obstacles.

Historically, a criteria for salvation has been the reduction of individuality to some replicated unit of repeatability with a predilection for production by promises of an objective paradisaical promise-land. But here’s the view from the Hyd3 side amigos. If you used the word “car” and I used the word “car” it’s highly unlikely that we would both conjure a 1989 GNX with a 3.8L intercooled turbo. (If you did btw, love the taste in automobiles!). The closest meeting of the minds we could achieve in the absence of additional details would be a motorized chariot of sorts for commuting from one place to another.  If we can’t agree on what constitutes a “car,”, what chance do we have on achieving consensus for abstractions like “heaven,” or “God?” Maharaj aims to take the seeker beyond these limited classifications of the mind, and therefore of language, by inquiry into what constitutes one’s individual essence.

Always love any cogitations you may wish to share and just in case you’re interested, here’s a link to an online version of Nisargadatta Maharaj’s tome, I Am That. Link here.

One love,

HJ

Quick shout out!

Whaddup amigos?!

In this epic time of transition I hope you’re treadin’ water and in the words of Bono, “Don’t let the bastards get you down!”

Been doing some symmetry breaking up in the mountains with a wise owl and apologize for breaking our routine and leaving you hanging lately. Somewhere I heard however, that only through a profoundly notorious absence of words can one hope to gain an understanding of them and do look forward to sharing any insights that may have been unearthed at some point.

I’ll leave you with these mellow live vibes as a peace offering while you ponder the following and promise we’ll return to the Sunday vibes once this alchemical experience gets processed.

Thought for the day – Is the inkpot aware that Goneril, Regan, and Cordelia lay sleeping within, the subtle stroke of a goose feather all the stimulation necessary to educe the maidens from their slumber? This is what a model extolling the primacy of Mind would imply.

And if you’ve already gone to sit with Heimdallr then you can think on this one – “Ass, gas, or grass – nobody rides for free!”

One love,

HJ

P.S. Been on a classic rock kick as of late.

Sunday Matinee: The Nature of the Mind Part 1

Whaddup you old rogues?!

I’ve got a real banger for you today. This is the first of a four part discourse between David Bohm, Jiddu Krishnamurti, John Hidley and Rupert Sheldrake.   A rather eclectic dialogue, the topics addressed include abstract considerations like the self, religion, infirmity of the mind and the etiology of problems confronting the world of men. With these heavyweights on the case however, I respectfully request radio silence.  Today is training of will with the Jedi High Council. Enjoy!

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Jedi High Council

One love,

HJ

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