I dreamed of nothingness last night. Nothingness dreamed me. Lady Nirvana, dancing in nothingness. A perfect fragrance of nothingness. A perfect fragrance of nothingness gently giving rise to everythingness. When I woke up I cuddled with my girlfriend and listened to the Birds here in Shambhala, New Zealand. The sun rise penetrated somehow. A gentle nothingness penetrating a gentle heart. I dreamed of nothingness last night. The bamboo in our garden woke me suddenly and reminded me how something can be empty and full all at once. Like a bamboo flute filled with air and the air of music. Ancient music of the heart. Ancient music of the soul. Le Papillon Mystique danse dans le Coeur du ciel de nos ames.
A Dream Imagine you are born. One of the first people you meet and have an intimate encounter with is a local representative of a billion dollar mega pharmaceutical conglomerate. He’s called a doctor. A medical doctor. His whole education has been tailored to believe certain things about medicine and about health. His level of medical authenticity is 0%. After a bit you go home with your mommy and she nurtures you and puts you in front of a box called a television and the television that has been fully designed by multinational billion dollar companies starts to teach you about what is important. You start to understand on a very deep psychological level what has true value. This product has true value because it has the cutest mascot and jingle and has been designed by highly trained psychologists to touch upon your every emotional need and desire that you have, for the one specified outcome of having you desire and demand their product. Then you get a little bit older and collectively you join the heard. Perhaps if you are a man you start to root for that multi-million dollar sports team and collectively you are taught that when you worship that sports team, you buy the products and soft drinks that their league have advertised to you and alcoholic beverages that they tout. You sit there during key matches, watching that box and having clear guided insights that if you buy the right truck and drink the right product and even smoke the right brand, you’ll be a bigger man and eventually attract the reproductive partner that you truly desire. Meanwhile your reproductive future partner is being mutually programed to understand certain vital insights. She is subtly learning through advertising and cultural collective modeling that certain things are very important. She must be thin. She must have the right make up. She must replicate what is seen in the magazines and become almost as pretty as such. Then at the right moment you have insight that life is not just about fitting in and unconsciously surrendering to false conditioning and imprinting. And if you are wise you start to rebel. At first you project it out wards and become a hippie, or a political activist, or a religious reformer, because what I described above is not limited to the limited field that I chose to mention. It has seeped into religion in all ways. It is present in mass media, in all ways. It is deeply rooted in the medical communities of our planet. It guides pretty much every political decision and every business decision that unfolds. All I am saying is that what if one day you woke up reprogramed for authenticity and somehow and in some way, life met you there. What if one day all the inner programed products, organizations, sports and entities of all types became authentic expressions of who you really are. You were no longer a slave to the product or the anti-product, the movement or the anti-movement. What if you found authentic ways to experience everything. Some might call that Meditation. Some might call that freedom. What if in your inner world you dismantled every possible outer conditioning to the point that you didn’t even have to react against it any more. What if on an inner level you healed and transformed so deeply that you authentically and uniquely encountered and rediscovered everything. Now, you may say that I am a dreamer, and I am. The dream is over. Wake up. Namaste ~ Hari Om Tat Sat We are moving to Shambhala for the next few months in Golden Bay, New Zealand. If you are interested in joining us there, let us know. The main house of Shambhala is set overlooking Golden Bay waterfront with amazing views and space and nature. The Perfect place to be and meditate and flow with love, life and creativity. There is also a meditation hall for our use and much much more. Love Namaste
Lot's of space and time to commune with nature, inner realities, healthy conscious living, god and disha ;) If you do decide to join us here in Shambhala, you would fly into Nelson New Zealand ~ where you can possibly spend time as a guest at Osho Advaita Meditation Centre or Nelson's Paradiso before being shuttled over Takaka hill to Golden bay, where you would be met at the Dangerous Cafe and picked up in a BMW and taken off to Shambhala. There is an opening that opens doors of simplicity that are more real than real. There is an inner chamber that conspires to birth the True You. In non-being, you are birthed. In non-existence you are lived. There is a symphony of love streaming through your being that has nothing to do with anything other than Zen & the Art of Music. As the whole of you comes into perfect alignment, the master seed is born. There is a sign, a perfect sign, that absorbs perfection, that births godly nature. There is but one true device. Leela, the play of life, wags her tail and dances gleefully in perfect communion with all and everything. Samasati ~ remember, you are the Buddha Nature. Samasati ~ remember, all is Leela, all is a play, all is a perfect divine play. The Journey The journey is your home. The destination being the riddle. The journey of an infinite distance has a destination and a beginning of infinite source and infinite value. Returning to source, returning to value, is of true value. Having arrived your source, having achieved destination, you come to realize, YOU are Perfect. Namaste Perfection I woke up next to god today. I looked over and she looked me in the eyes, embodying pure love. It was a simple timeless moment that lasted forever and had a particularly deep imprint upon my essential signature. Her eyes were neither clear, nor unclear. They were just innocent and undeniably god. I said to her, “Hello God” and she smile and loved and dance in my heart. Every day I wake up next to god. Sometimes she calls me god and sometimes I call her god. And the deeper calling is just a silent eternal love. Namaste God ~ Namaste Love Hari Om Tat Sat |
Author ~ God DieuxCanadian Spiritual Author, Mystic Poet, Spiritual Guide, Singer, Songwriter, Artist, Photographer, Filmmaker, Visionary Archives
September 2022
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