Category Archives: Mystic Linguistics

SPINNING: Wise Use of One’s Time

What makes one whole?
What does one want to hold?
What’s one’s world?
Through what whirls does one grow?

I know
Some of the things I strive towards (O Sol,)
Health
Comfort, or how would I explain x Y z etc. tendencies
Family fulfillment
Self fulfillment, actually, actualization,
And what is that?

Now how do I&I’s behaviors favor or farther those goals?
Is it comfort that dopamine addictions satisfy, or is it joy I truly pursue, or
Does X Y Z even spark joy?
A toy can spark joy, sure
But all inter-net and no outdoor play makes Jack a dull boy, for shore

(It’s all about the balance)

We must set out to see, what may become
Best next steps, mistakes and lessons, and then the next ones

Left right left
Forward and backward and the only way back is ahead
And up and down and
Four elements spinning all around

Image via psyche.com articles on the Cube of Space

A Cube of Space

And so I start at the top
Based on the bottom
I&I see the patterns
One zooms in on the particulars
Pulsing, ventricular, it’s

(a scroll read & reread non stop)

Peace
Peace
Peace
One Love

GROW: I, Tree

Grow
Upward
Toward One’s higher self

Sunbound
Obstacle
Higher Self

Adjust, adapt
Not ambitious,
Actualizing

Self becoming
So(u/i)l fulfilling
Role filling

Niche needing
Now embodied
Reciprocate

Grow the gifts
Heights, rights
Canopy crown leader

Power
Photons become energy become matter become life become photons
Emit

Mature
Canopy co-dominance
Contribute

Seed community
Past and future unity
Earth and sky, one pillar

Emerge
Knew, continue
I&I: You

Gon’ higha
Grow


AND FOR MY LAST ACT

What if this was my final act?
This moment, this action
What’s happening at this breath?
Reading this post?
Well, at least you’re not listening to an Exxon advertisement
If that is the kind of thing you’re exposed to

How we spend our time is affected by the systems around us
Where we are, when we are, much of that beyond us
Under the stars
Here now
Spinning mightily on this big beautiful blue planet

Evolving alongside fellow lifeforms,
It does appear we have some choices within our purview
For if this was my final act,
It was I who chose to be typing at this moment, isn’t it?
Chose in that it arose in my clothes and genes and experiences
And it will be I who lives with, and ends with, that moment
Each moment a new beginning, potentially
Moment to moment
To momentum and beyond

(What’s the best next step?)
(What’s the f(x)?)
With love

What if this was my final act?
Practicing qi’gong, East or West
Perhaps singing a song
Or listening
~ ~ ~
שְׁמַע
~ ~ ~
Taking It All In
One Self
Actualizing
Actual I’s in the vicinity of
Temple

Peace, peace, peace, One Love

A Journey About What Matters

Look around
Your immediate surroundings and select an object

What is it, how is it interacted with? By you, by others, by the ambient space, by invisible forces

Where did it come from? Before it was where it is now, where has it been over the past day? Over the past weeks and months and years?

“Here
Now”

From whence did it come?
From what origin or source?
Before it is what it is now, what was it? What would you have called it before it reached the state in which you’d call it as you do now?

What is its relationship with The Source?

This one thing, how is it divisible or degradable, and how does it aggregate, enlarge, and accumulate if at all? 

Let’s find its constituent parts and ways. Ways and means and matters…

Before this object joined you here
Before you ever met it
Where was it?
Imagine being with this object in the moments before you actually met it
Can you track its momentum backwards?
What was its path over time? Its physical steps through space en route to you? Its transformations? Its self-becoming?
What is self actualization?

Does it breathe?
Did it come from China?
How many places did its original materials come from, Earthling?
How many beings involved in its becoming?
How much love? I ask with thanks.
How much hardship? I&I ask with sorrow.

If we follow the object back, through its steps in spacetime dimensions we’re familiar with,
It probably came to us from an interaction with a human, or from itself in the wild…
Of the humans involved, the supply chain from cradle to current-condition to grave could be very short or very long, in space or in time

<4×4 table labeled distance and duration
columns=space, time; rows=short, long; examples TBD>

Step by step
What’s the best next step?

Be Here Now

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Mission: optimize for resilient sun-to-life ratio
Minimize harm

This transmission brought to you by a mind picking up litter, detritus, debris
Wearing 3M gear to clean up toxins originating with Big Chem in the first place
Legacy legacy legacy, feeling like a disgrace
Our world sour and what’s it like to be displaced? O habitat
O the grief
O the mass extinction
O the habitat
I give thanks to the Source for the Present
For Home
I try
I participate
What’s the best next step?

Winter setting

The nights are cold

Days short, nights growing longer

Darker, deeper,

What is the adjective that would describe what the trees are doing now?

Are they relaxing? Are they cold? Are they panicking? Are they feeling old?

Are they feeling new, already longing and looking forward to the days ahead?

Trees like Jews seeing evening as emergence, night as new beginning

I don’t know what adjective would describe trees in these dark times

Where does their sap go?

Does it freeze? Actually, I beleafs it is sweetened to reduce its freezability, but for the most part deciduous trees dehydrate in winter to avoid frost damage.

What is the underground part of trees’ character? Is it alike the subconscious of the you’s and the me’s and the like? What memes and patterns might we see, below the knees of the trees?

What is at the foot, the root tips, the forefront of the trees, underground and above ground?

And what is the answer to that question, for your own slice of life?

What is one growing towards? What is my goal, for this day or this week or this month or this year or this lifetime or this <cycle>?

As the seasons change, mad things rearrange,

May the force of forest succession be with you, and may peace be up on you

Growing love of hazels

Diverse hazel coppice example in bloom, with flowery understory. From https://midwestpermaculture.com/2012/11/coppicingpollarding/
Diverse hazel coppice example in bloom, with flowery understory

These relatives of birch, ancient and awesomely rugged, adding golden bark and kindling salvation to tree lines around the world
These shrubs with long flexible bows
These fruits from charming hot pink flowers that greet the spring and stay

These nuts that come in energy-dense compostable packaging, shelf-stable for years, made by arboreal solar panels
These nuts that are easy to eat raw and one of the healthiest snacks I have
These nuts that are even tastier roasted; simply apply fire and enjoy a sweet, earthy, ancient gastronomic ally

These branches, that have been warmth in peaceful and desperate times
These branches, that have been homes in peaceful and desperate times
These branches, that have been the crux of countless wooden items

These gifts, that have come from ancient hedges, woven into the fabric of lives over time
These gifts, that host the humans and other kin, who enjoy them and who need them
These gifts, that can make the giver better as they enrich the recipient, when given and received in good relations

Ancient hazels, though we face harshly changing times,
Your past and present company comforts me, knowing you have helped my ancestors through ice ages and then some
And so, knowing we work together even where we are not in touch,
I wish peace upon you, and I love that in that, peace may be upon me too.

Visiting a neighbor’s fire

Though the work is easier together, we spread out in the darkest time of year to cozier burrows, diffusing the weight of winter, lighter on the land.
Though it is dark, we are warmed to know there are familiar others nearby. Our struggles are tied up together, and while one faces scarcity, someone else has more than enough to share, so that we may survive together and work together in brighter times.

So it has been through the ages. So it is still in little ways in overdeveloped places where big systems eclipse mutual aid: we turn to neighbors for power during long outages, for tool shares, for relationship. So it is still in big ways in underdeveloped places where small systems are made sufficient by human relationships: cooperating to cultivate land, to maintain infrastructure for basic needs, for relationship.

The lessons of the seasons proceed before us, though we may be distracted by a house on fire, our own or our neighbors.

May we be there for each other, so that we may all meet our needs, in mutual benefit with the sources of that sustenance and satisfaction. May peace be upon you.

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