i imagine a day will come
when the collective stupidity
of this strange dream
will be over
i long for a mass moment
of reflection on the unsustainability
and short sightedness
of our current cultural paradigm
i know in my heart
that we have all chosen
to be here at this time
in order to work our magik
i truly believe
that this evolutionary process
will push us towards
a fresh perspective on reality
i dream the dream of fools
but i love every moment
for what would i do
disincarnate and bored
as i embrace the uncertainly
of current change
with excited enthusiasm
i must remember
to place trust in process
faith in outcomes
and not slip
into old patterns
of erroneous belief
just thought i’d let you know.
another lesson in getting out of my way
a week in the woods
surrounded by art
and artists
and other
good folks
a release of holding on
freedom found
from deep inside
finding what was never lost
if everything is nothing
then
everywhere is nowhere
all moments in time
converge into this one
as time is but an illusion
of the collective conscience
that we have all conspired to create
so if everything is happening
simultaneously
then all has already occurred
this does not infer
that choice is not implicit
in our realities
for without choice
(free will if you must)
nothing would happen
and stasis would rule
but outside of time
we are everywhere
inside of time
we are nowhere
(though the opposite may also be true)
there is
no future
there is
no past
there is
only now
and the only place
that matters
is exactly
where you are
i sit in awe
of the wonder that surrounds me
and thank each and everyone
for their role in it’s co-creation
the endless beauty
the endless horror
so much to experience
so much to learn
if you or i were not
the centre of the universe
i could understand confusion
i would feel the disconnect
but this moment
that is eternity
only acts to strengthen
my resolve
that all the knowledge
of this dream we share
already dwells
in our hearts and minds
as all doubt drowns
in the sea of faith
i know that love
is the all that binds
to keep me honest
to know myself
all i ask
is your forgiveness
for any pain
i may have caused
i can not regret
a single action
or moment
of exchange
for everything i’ve been
is tattooed upon my back
body- god, tattoo – daemon, photo – tony, post-production – everythingisnothing
if all change was so easily defined
as the tearing down of the physical
to be replaced with something else
something new, something better(?)
i believe that my trajectory
would be so much simpler to digest
but i sit in this this
surrounded by everything
yet, doing nothing
only partially believing
that that is exactly as it should be
we are currently in an interregnum
that period between massive change
when the old ways are slipping away
but the new path has yet to be defined
and while this positionally
may be uncomfortable
it is pregnant with possibility
for we all have a role
in defining where we
are going to be
we have been given this moment
we have created this moment
and the choice (as always)
is ours to make
about how we want
this reality to unfold
love trust and faith
the holy trinity for
spiritual change
the antithesis of the
perpetuation of
the status quo
and the dominator culture of
fear guilt and shame
so my friends
love yourself
and all other beings
without reservation
trust yourself
your intuition
and your ability to be
the change you want to see (to be)
and have faith
in all of our (read: god’s)
creations
peaceandlove
always
as a light snow
falls from above
can you feel who
you really are?
the glazed eyed stare
of a two week old child
makes me know
what it is that i am
while the cold concrete
of the city streets
makes me want
to forget
the love that burns
through me shows the way
we are all greater
than we’ve ever believed
and it will be love
that reminds us to remember
as we shed the skin
of dying ways
this dream we share
will always be
exactly what we
meant for it to be
before we came
before we were
everything and nothing
is there a difference
between angels and madmen
pedophiles and angels
angels and you and I
aren’t we all simply tied
to a groove in the vinyl
a sound in the background
the voice in our minds
looking for answers
to questions that don’t matter
while surfing between commercials
for nothing we need
hasn’t our duty
been performed
by all those before us
aren’t we yesterdays news
thinking we discovered
the space between notes
like the very first time
we played with ourselves
vast oceans of drama
inflicted by ego
while searching for meaning
on the outskirts of mind
yesterday matters
for the lessons ignored
are endlessly recycled
into food for the masses
while I’m starving
for the love that my
mommy forgot
that I needed
so I walk in the shadows
seeking salvation
from the imposition of others
which was necessary for growth
returning me of course
to my very first thought
of why did this happen
especially to me
for the man I’ve become
walks alone close to home
feeling safe in the fear
of becoming himself
full on the knowledge
that it could only
have been
the way it has played
thus as I fully embrace
the gift of abuse
the man that I’ve become
knows where the line is drawn
so I reach out to those
still struggling
as victims
to embrace their experience
and fully accept
the opportunities
provided by angels
with dark duties
while this piece is a couple of years old i am posting it for a friend based upon a conversation we haven’t had yet.
peace my friend!
so after an initial run of posts i fell off the map.
but as of yesterday i finally feel that i have come out of a 6 month depression.
i am going to attempt to keep grounded, as my most recent psychedelic freakout proved how far i really have strayed. tai chi, yoga, acupuncture, st. john’s wort, guipiwan, a cleaned up diet and no coffee, drugs or alcohol all appear to be the proper prescription for keeping me in a better state of mind.
after arriving home this morning at 7am, i realized that last night i did something i don’t believe i have ever done before. i spent 9 hours in the company of some very wonderful, rather tripped out folks and i didn’t even have a hit off a passing pipe. damn, i think i was the only sober person there.
and i feel good, a little tired as S sleeps on my couch but ultimately good.
and that’s not something i have been able to say for a while.
with the passing of the full moon i am starting to feel like i have reemerged from an overwhelming darkness.
with it’s passing we are finally half way into November, ending a phase that started last year. on November 12 we entered into the 6th day of the Mayan calendar which is a time of flowering and renaissance.
so i gave thanks to all the wonderful people in my life that have helped me get through this most recent darkness. because even when i isolate myself, you have a knack of phoning dropping by or emailing at just the right moment and giving me love and support when i most need it.
i love you all with all my being
peace and love,
bryant
I
am
nothing
I
am
everything
and
that is not a contradiction,
that is just the way it is
I am
I am
once we separate out
what is me
and
what is you
there will be nothing left
for
we are one
I
and
I
It is times like this that I know I’m on the right track.
I have been saying and waiting for at least a decade now for the financial markets to catch up with reality.
The promise of high returns and low risk has always seemed to me to be a lie and a scam.
There is no free lunch or free drugs for that matter.
And if you were lucky enough to cash out your untenable mutual funds,
you are a lucky one.
While I do not wallow in watching peoples retirement saving wither up,
nor do I smile at the idea of people being thrown out of there homes,
I cannot help but feel vindicated by the current meltdown.
I feel extremely lucky to not have any debts and the ability to pay my rent
even when I will most likely be out of the job I have spent the last ten years at,
come March 2009.
The frugality that my mother passed along to me has kept me from being overextended
and for that I am truly grateful .
So as we turn a corner that has long been coming I would like to say,
that we are actually better positioned than most believe.
We are a resilient group as long as we can feed ourselves.
So I say,
fuck yes to the DOW Jones hitting bottom,
fuck yes to more government oversight accountability,
fuck yes to less greed,
fuck yes to more community interconnectedness
fuck yes to more self-sufficiency,
fuck yes to less disparity between rich and poor,
fuck yes to empty shopping malls,
fuck yes to a new paradigm
and fuck yes to love
because without more love
things just might get ugly.
Why I will never vote again.
Putting aside for a moment the corruption, the lack of vision, the similarities between the major parties and the plain old lack of democracy in our current parliamentary system, I will not vote because I will love the outcome no matter what.
I love Stephen Harper and John McCain…………well I’m working on it anyway.
And the main reason is that they are merely a reflection of the current paradigm. They represent all the things that I am hoping (believing) can and will change.
But the bottom line is that they are us.
They are the result of the indoctrination system that we have all grown up in; that we have been spoon fed, often begging for more, since we came into the present cultural condition and that to some extent are still buying into. We have willingly taken on the fear that has been offered up to us, fear of other, fear of failure, fear of change, fear of poverty, fear of the unknown and even the fear of fear itself.
Because what happens when you have a population guided by and raised on fear is that you have more than enough fodder for the economic slavery that so many are completely enmeshed in. We work to pay off debt that resulted from trying to educate ourselves, from trying to be exactly what we have been told that we are, consumers of things that we believe we need to make us feel better about ourselves. We have indebted ourselves to the idea of happiness and then found out that it hasn’t made us happy.
The core philosophy behind metta-politics is:
We get the governments that we need and deserve.
It certainly seems pretty obvious that the US would not be where they are now had G.W.B. not been given a second term. But from the perspective of metta-politics the current scenario is forcing the population to look hard at where they are now and forcing them to decide where they want to be.
Choice.
Whereas marking a box on a ballot every 4 or 5 years does not make choice.
It is an act disguised as choice.
It represents the con, that is participatory democracy. While if you are lucky enough to mark your x in the winners box, you can sit at home feeling that you have contributed and participated. But for the next 4 or 5 years you get to watch impotently as your choice does all kinds of things that you do not agree with.
As a large and extremely diverse collective we get governments which form policy, change laws and often enact obscenely self-serving edicts in order to reflect back to us who we really are, what we really need and want and where we are at any given moment in time.
When a large enough percentage of the population has realized that mean spirited, every motherfucker for themselves policies are not appropriate, then and only then will we get a government that will move us away from that position.
So as we as individuals move towards what we know intuitively to be truth, as we follow our hearts and step outside of dualist thought we can and will tip the scales away from our current condition of war, famine, mistrust of other, greed and the general belief that one person (or culture or religion) is any different than another.
In conclusion, please go out and vote, if that is the process that will work for you, but please do not conclude that I have no right to complain or deconstruct whatever future political structure that we end up with because I did not cast my vote. I will be voting but it will be with love and not with an X on a piece of paper.
*Metta – from Pali (the language of the Buddha) meaning: loving-kindness.
Love is an abstract concept,
best described as a warm fuzzy emotional state
usually directed towards an individual.
Often represented by a
bisected red circle pushed in slightly at the top,
and pulled away slightly at the base,
somewhat resembling an apple.
Everything is Nothing but Everything 