Am I, myself, Heaven and Hell?

I sometimes wonder just how malleable reality really is. It is easily argued that on an individual level, our own personal ‘realities’ are heavily subjective. We filter out anything that does not conform to our inner world. Our focus is very narrow and is driven magnetically by our particular proclivities. The rest of the world … Continue reading Am I, myself, Heaven and Hell?

What happens when we die?

‘Who the heck knows?’ is probably the easy answer; But there do seem to be clues scattered here and there and even tales brought back from ‘explorers of the foothills’. The real ‘corker’ of a clue staring us in the face must be the small death we experience each night, only to be resurrected each … Continue reading What happens when we die?

If a tree falls in the forest…

I do find myself warming to Tom Campbells ‘theory of everything’; The idea that our reality is a probabilistic system as opposed to a deterministic one. Our physical bodies become a kind of ‘rendering interface’, something akin to the computer monitor and speakers we have attached to our pc’s. These are devices to ‘make sensible’, … Continue reading If a tree falls in the forest…

The well trodden foothills of the meditative mind

  And here I am, back in the north, fresh from an interesting break in the Nederlands capital. I am certainly no aficionado of ‘mind altering’ plants and the like, but when in ‘Rome’…. The onset seems to propel one along the well trodden foothills of the meditative mind; the boundary zone between one state … Continue reading The well trodden foothills of the meditative mind

So I turned myself to face me, But I’ve never caught a glimpse

We always seem to underestimate the business of ‘transformation’. This is perfectly understandable when we look at the particular type of transfiguration the human might undergo; The process sometimes termed ‘enlightenment’. In this case we are forced to speculate from an entirely occluded position. It is like the caterpillar hypothesizing on the butterfly; They are … Continue reading So I turned myself to face me, But I’ve never caught a glimpse

Musing on Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore

‘Johnnie Walker’ is one of the more enigmatic characters in this novel; As with ‘Colonel Sanders’, the other deeply ingrained product logo, they seem to be devices to denote a ‘concept made visible’. Colonel Sanders reinforces several times to Hoshino that he is neither a god, nor a buddha, he is a ‘metaphysical conceptual object.’ … Continue reading Musing on Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore

Gazing north from a Cretan shore

Having just returned from the beautiful Cretan idyll, and now here, back in the northern lands of the Deira, i find myself slowly readjusting. Greek food, wine and hospitality; A daily pre-breakfast swim in the sea and plenty of reading! As ‘idyll’ implies; Ideal but sadly unsustainable. ‘Kafka on the shore’, as audiobook, was a … Continue reading Gazing north from a Cretan shore

Brahman, you cunning dreamer of worlds — Philip.K.Dick

It is an omni-faceted revolving sphere of some kind, reflecting back at us what we project. Well Brahman, nice to meet you, you cunning dreamer of worlds, how obliging you are, right down to minute trivia. Not only can you assume any form, but all forms. I always come back to you when I push … Continue reading Brahman, you cunning dreamer of worlds — Philip.K.Dick