Yet neither word here is the whole of the truth,
and both state in part nature's being.

The perfect Between of Anatman will soothe
the tiresome search of the soul for her youth
and one will remember true seeing.

I am the Rite-fulfilling Mother,
throned as swirling Fire and Stillness;
the symbols all dissolve in me,
and semblance ceaseth as deceit.
Only the Intelligible, in unknowing, shineth,
gleaming forth from the Unseen.

I am the Ineffable Trace,
in very truth Intelligible, the One beyond all Mind.
I utter nothing, yet show forth all;
a union not by any adding,
but in timeless knowing void of self
The No-thing shineth; and I am the All.

There is no bound unto the Godhead;
no Fountain is, save the Abyss.
In thee and me there is one Logos,
unspeakable, yet owned
only in holy Silence.
And I am the Mortal Heaven,
the Little World made Great!

Om Tare Tutare Ture Svaha.

In the Adytum of the Real, there is no self, nor other, no path nor progress, yet the Unique Shineth, Part 1.

From the depths of the subconscious, there arises a felt sense of being apart, an energetic contraction into the image of a separate ego, a citadel erected to guard against the vastness of the world, which seems threatening to the one who trembles within it. For many, this is the only mode of existence they know: to live as if cut off, striving to prevail, to succeed, to preserve one’s imagined boundary. This is the veil of duality.

And within that veil, there stirs a subtle anguish, a whisper of absence that can be drowned for a time in the intoxication of fulfilled desire, only to return more insistent, more piercing than before. The voice of the abyss affirms: Something is missing, something concealed, as though a secret lay behind the fabric of existence. This sense of lack drives us toward religion, toward therapy, or toward the promise of some great Enlightenment. We seek a teacher because we believe in ourselves as seekers; we kneel because we believe there is ground to approach. Yet as Plotinus taught, “We are ever the One, yet by ignorance we wander as many.”

We go to a teacher, who himself may stand within the same perception of being an individual among individuals. And thus, he speaks to us as such, counseling discipline, meditation, or inquiry as a ladder by which the self may ascend. He may even have glimpsed awakening, and yet, persuaded by the dream of progression, he still teaches becoming rather than being.

This is the seduction of chronos—the drunkenness' of the “not yet.” It is the subtle decadence of a spirit that cannot abide in the raw splendor of the present, and so invents stages, virtues, methods, and paths in order to defer the encounter with what already burns at the heart. The eternal is displaced into the future so that the timid may forever chase and never arrive. Such is the neuroticism of gradualism: it hides terror of immediacy behind a theater of progression.

Such teachings say: “To be free, you must climb this path.” And so we labor, for the very structure of our upbringing and the whole edifice of society is built upon the myth of acquisition. But in striving, anticipation arises. There is always another goal, another fulfillment deferred into the future. This is the samsaric cycle in its most subtle form: the endless seeking that sustains the illusion of separateness. Proclus would name it the “fall of the soul into division,” and the Dzogchen masters call it ma rigpa—ignorance of what already is.

Yet liberation is not an attainment. It is not an object gained, but the collapse of the reification of the one who would gain. Liberation is loss, the undoing of the illusion of a seeker. When the radical truth is heard as the legein (speech) of Being-Spontaneously-Hereness there dawns a sense of absence, strangely blissful: there is nothing to get, nothing to hold, no one to claim victory. Pax Aeterna—Perfect Victory.

And yet, here is the paradox. In the non-dual Awareness of what is happening, in the pure Here and Now, where there is not even the thought of self and other, only then does the Individual shine forth as authentic. For what appears as “individual” is nothing but crystallized light of the boundless radiance, a unique facet of the One, gleaming without separation.

When we experience ourselves as channels for the expression of enlightened activity, full acceptance and clarity of proactive choice are an immediate result.

This is how an ascent will be fast and steady.

Neither going to the summit, nor not going to the summit.
Intending without trying, put force in each effortless step.
And at the place between conviction and indifference,
find the cave overlooking many towns and villages,
to meet and make the primordial Guru,
so he may watch over that which is Good,
and Good may be that which is Watching.



Image: Nicolas Roerich

H O W C H A N N E L S
A R E M A D E.

It is simple.
Realize the Roaring Silence of Aliveness, Dharmakāya.

T A P O U T.

Let go.
Offer up.

Do not give up – offer up.
The subtle difference is that one is casting away carelessly –
and the other is giving mindfully, devotedly.

So, offer up Becoming,
and enter
Being.

Any non-effort that follows will have unimaginable impact.

Offer up Will.
Offer up Self.
Offer up Form.



Image: Amore e Psiche. Antonio Canova, 1793.

T A P I N.



Awareness – Presence – Bodhicitta.

Open-minded open-heartedness.

Divine Roaring Silence.



With that wordless prayer in the heart-mind,
the weight of trauma falls off the mother’s shoulders,
depression's face turns hopeful, loving, kind,
the pain of passing heals grieving heavy boulders,
yet never had you thought it possible –

What spell is there to overcast the bind
of your own nature and the Buddha’s Mind?

A C C E S S I N G
T H E N E W
G O L D E N A G E


What became of the dream of a New Age? Whatever "New Age" cult out there is truly more than another influencer trend scratching at the surface of the Sphere of Aliveness?

Are you still dreaming? Or are you seeing a New World through to its fruition? 🌎🌍🌏


How do you plan to
G E T T H E R E?


Is there a T H E R E
to G E T ?

E X I T
T H E
S W A M P


The West is gasping.
Drowned in consumer stupor, sterilized by soulless rationalism, immersed in spiritual materialism, and mocked by postmodern chatter. Its soul flickers like a dying flame.

But what if the fire could be rekindled?

How will you transmute the often insufferable swamp of the modern world to a host for brilliant lotuses? 🪷


H E R E ' S A
S U G G E S T I O N :

Use the ancient initiatic lineages that still point to the One beyond Space and Being to this day.

Below article is an excellent read on the topic. Warmly recommend having a look.

https://odysseusbourniasvarotsis.substack.com/p/logos-and-samadhi-toward-an-initiatic

by
t.me/platonicbuddhism

T R U S T
Y O U R
G U T


Jeffrey Smith

T U R N
O F T H E
T I D E

What is washed away as the waves roll out at the shore?
What keeps you afloat?
Do you feel the waters of the soul synchronize with the cycle of the moon in your orbit?

H I G H A N D L O W

yet still the same,
neither coming nor going,
fluid and lively,
with the turning of time.

To my fellow ladies out there - are you aware of the magical powers in your hair? ✨🌙

Long hair, beyond being a symbol of freedom and strength, has the potential to wield energizing and pacifying power.

Depending on the cultivation of the bearer, their overflow of life energy can accumulate in their hair, dripping from the crown and seeping into the protected treasure we each carry on our heads. You wouldn't let just anyone touch that.

Gifting a lock of hair to someone or allowing their touch is extremely special and a gesture of devotion and trust.

So take good care of your energetic secret...

- Wash according to your bodys needs, but as minimally as possible
(+ low ingredient products, ideally organic)
- massage scalp with organic olive oil from time to time
- wear protective styles (e.g. braids, a neatly twisted bun)
- brush regularly
- wear your hair tied/up/wrapped at night
- NO heat whatsoever
- minimal maintenance cut every 6-12 months
- eat well
- get sun

May your locks be happy and healthy! 🤍

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
— Carl Jung

When the atoms glare at you
May they pass through
You are Them

There's no need to grasp at what is already there
And no need for aversion against the elements of Form

When fear glares at you
May it pass through
You are not it

There's no need to grasp at an Illusion
And no need for aversion against the concept of an illusory experience

🙏🏻🤍