Jun 28, 2019

Ongoing Experiment (with recurring editing): A New Cosmology Inquiry (or something like inquiry)

This experiment-exercise (EE) may bring on some rather strange and unexpected consequences. It may render your life, as you now conceive of it, to be done. It is entirely possible, if the EE takes root, there will come a transition to a cosmological event that puts an end to seeing meaning as meaning of. All will become clear. However, I invite you to look at this flim and enjoy its meaning(s) as a precursor of sorts, albeit a most enjoyable one, that may serve as an introduction to the need for communication and hence the movement of life itself. The short film is entitled Bahkyt  

https://vimeo.com/howelove/318





The most accurate description of this set of posts--within the overarching theme of the One--is best thought of, initially, as a thought-experiment. As elaborations accrue to each of the movements of thoughts spoken here (through an editing and refining process) it will become evident that this post takes on a more radical appearance and, hopefully, disappearance. This will be made clear if time allows us its hoped for dispensation. Let us pray. 

The following, despite appearances, is intended for use in treating disease. As such, it may be considered medicinal in intent. The disease this medicine has been fabricated to treat is the disease of misplaced ontological loyalties and the substitution of ontology for phenomenology* in the study of Eastern meditation practices and expected outcomes.


If you are following along with me, then you too may take off in any direction you wish while attempting to remain loyal to the stated situation that there is only One. (We shall capitalize the "O" whenever we are discussing this One.)

Despite its immediate logical shortcomings, which are readily apparent, continue on your own to play along thinking "I am that One and only" and imagine what that would be like. 


Our inquiry begins with a question. What if there was only one? Our first impulse would be to ask, "One what?" Well, that question cannot be legitimately asked because there is nothing else but One and to ask "One what?" would imply that there exists a knower and a known. To ask the question is overstepping the limits of our knowledge at this point in time because there is only One. (Part of our exercise, if you are in the game, is making an effort to stay with this apparently impossible rule that we always remember that there is only One. I know, I know, but hang in there, please.) Now, imagine we, each one of us, is this One. Put yourself in its place and imagine, if you will, what it would be like. You would be all, only, and One without a second. But how would you know this? How would such knowledge be possible in this our story or experiment? So, what would be the necessary conditions for such knowing?

First, it requires that we somehow split ourselves in two. So, let us imagine that our division into two would not be an ontological division, or a division of our selves, whatever that would mean, into two--one the knower and one the known. (Akin to Aristotle's Unmoved Mover.) We do not yet know what is but we are irresistibly drawn to consider what is so we know, forgetting the limitations placed upon us in this experiment. Some of our immediately arisen questions and judgments about this exercise must be put aside for now until we get it, the point of the exercise.  


Now, let us say that the One that I am is recognized as such by thought. Thought, therefore, provides a second which only reflects that One itself, for there is nothing else. (At this point, we begin to sound a lot like Descartes 2nd Meditation, but wait.) In our experiment, this One is each One of us, unknown by any others because there is only Me as the One. So, there is an incestuous relationship between Me and the thought that pretends and is pretentious enough to believe it is knowing itself. Let's say the conceptual or fabricated me is the second me the thought of me. So, there is still only Me, One without a second, with the realization that I am also this second me when I pretend that I am knowing me. Me is merely a reflection of Me as the One. For now, let's let this experiment sink in. Meditate on it. Use it as an exercise in imagination. Allow it to take on the ontological sense of really being that One. Find its limitations and contradictions but continue to pretend for the sake of fulfilling the requirements of the exercise. You are playing along, as they say.

(๐˜๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ.)

                                       II.

So far we have what you may regard as a rather crude entry into an experiment that has yet to demonstrate, on an experiential level of both understanding and feeling that we are the One, the only existent. The One becomes aware of this because it has the capacity to know with its thought, something this One has always had the capacity to do but starts to do because we are only now engaging this One in our experiment. I know the going is rough but hang in there. Hopefully, the experiment will demonstrate--on more than one level--its raison d'รชtre as we proceed and we take some time to consider, toss around in thought, and see what appears in both feelings and thoughts. 

Please recall that each of us is this One, the topic under observation. The One has come to know that it is (assume we/it knows what exists means) and now we must simply accept that we are the One and only. Think and feel this narrative. It should sound something like, "I am the only One, there is no one, no thing other than me." 

All of the above, in all senses of the term has occurred in and as time. Time is the movement of the One's experience which so far has been only that "I am," and that "I am the only One." Or, we might opt for "I am the One and only, One without a second." How do we know we are one without a second? Well, again breaking rules of logic for the sake of this experiment, I know this because there is not yet any conception of near or far in which something might exist; nor is there any other thought but that "I am" or "I am the One and only"--or something to that effect. Just imagine what that would be like. 

Now, if you have played along, here is a next step. "I am One alone, without a second, and there is no one else but me." Feel this; allow this to sink in. Do you feel the horror? What is? Is there anything at all like me? Is this it? Just me? All alone? Only me? 

Did you feel it? I did mention horror, did I not? If you are willing to indulge the idea of one alone without a second, you may feel horror if you have a past, present, and future in the mix. Imagine being all alone, deeply imagine it. If you can feel horror or fright or something beyond loneliness, you are doing this correctly--or at least doing it along the appropriate lines of this exercise. We may even feel the urge to flee from the aloneness and flee fast very fast. What is it about being alone, now? Even imagining this, if you really give this a test, the horror or some degree of it will be felt.  












Jun 15, 2019

The ๐™Š๐™ฃ๐™š and Only Pain

All of us, from the bottom up, ants to divine beings, are facing their own death. This one realization, if truly embedded in our feeling level, is enough to bring on oceans of tears--and yet, we sometimes act with unnecessary cruelty toward each other. This one realization is enough to bring on oceans of blood-tears. It is no wonder tears and tear are of a kind.