Potential Plenum and the Origin of the Eternally Unconditioned and Unbound Noumenal Subjectivity: 5000 Years Old Tree-Self Voice-Over

WELCOME TO 2016 -HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE

“From the beginning not a thing is.”- HUI NENG

“I see everything as clearly as possible, yet I do not see. Do you understand?” -Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy

sypersymmetry

Supersymmetry and ‘shadow’ particles

“What AM I?

As far as I can understand I am the absence of my presence and the absence of the presence of my absence.

What does it mean?

It means that I am my phenomenal absence, and also the absence of that still phenomenal absence itself.

The resulting absence is phenomenally total, but it is not noumenally nil…

METHUSELAH the ancient bristlecone pine is 4,841years old, White Mountains of California

Methuselah the bristleconepine is one of the oldest tree on Earth, located at the White Mountains of California, Inyo National Forest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You may enjoy life from afar. You may look at things but not taste them. You may caress the mother only with the eyes.” (‘The Lords and the New Creatures, Jim Morrison)

It is an absence of all possible phenomenal presence which is itself, noumenally, whatever I am.

That is entirely no thing, for which reason it can neither be named nor described, which means that it is neither the “that” nor the “it” by which terms I have just referred to it.

But the establishment of “its” total phenomenal inexistence as an object of sense, or of thought, as a thing in itself, in no way implies its intemporal nullity.

On the contrary, the very temporal inexistence of itself as an object of consciousness, requires and indicates intemporal Isness.

– All Else Is Bondage by Wei Wu Wei

In a rapturous ocean of delight

The clouds have shunned the flecks of sunlight

The Baobab Tree

The Sacred Baobab Tree of Madagascar is a National Symbol and Heritage, these trees have magical properties and upon carbon dating is proved that they can live up to amazing 3000 years

The winds roared

Waves pulling against each other

Tearing apart the syllables of sound (the tree of the sound =the column)

Lightning and rain

Mandala or the Whell of Life

Cosmic Mandala or the Wheel of Life, Tibet

Merrily again

In the Void of the Sun

Watches the Self, hibernating in dreams

Encounters not this or that

But ‘isness’ from beginning that was

As, of now, and will be.

-J

 

 

 

 

 

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