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Thanks to Harlan, maker of 11:11 Diamond Portal (Burning Man 2004/05), for reminding me of the upcoming Bioneers Conference coming up next month (San Rafael, California, October 14th-16th, 2005). There will be nearly 100 speakers there. I can't think of a more important conference to attend.
Here is the schedule lineup:
FRIDAY PLENARIES
9:00am - 1:00pm
What Life Knows: New Ideas from Biology that Could Change the World
JANINE BENYUS
You Are Where You Eat: Growing Urban Food and Community
WIL BULLOCK
From Russia with Snow Leopards: The Future of Wilderness Protection
VYACHESLAV TRIGUBOVICH
Global Warming: A Climate of Fear and Opportunity
BILL MCKIBBEN
An UnReasonable Woman: UnReasonableness and Where It Gets You
DIANE WILSON
FRIDAY AFTERNOON SESSIONS
2:45pm - 4:15pm
Nature's Recipe Book: Re-Imagining Industrial Chemistry (A1)
Food Security: A Blueprint for Sustainable Food Systems (A2)
Social Entrepreneurship: Making Dreams Come True (A3)
The Coming Plague: A Public Health Response to Infectious Disease (A4)
Beauty Made Me Do It: Art and Social Change (A5)
Connecting the Drops: Watershed Protection (A6)
Busted: Whistleblowers, Power and Democracy (A7)
Interactive!
Revolutionary Communication In Theory and Practice (A8)
New World Water Tour of ‘Toxic City’: Anti-Oppression Training & Alliance
Building (2 session workshop)
FRIDAY AFTERNOON SESSIONS
4:30pm - 6:00pm
High Noon: Showdown over Global Warming (B1)
Eater Beware: Food Safety (B2)
Click Here: Movement Building on the Internet (B3)
Mission-Driven Companies: The Inside Story (B4)
First Peoples: Protecting and Restoring Indigenous Cultures (B5)
Restoring Balance: When Women Lead (B6)
Wild Heart: Wildlands and Wildlife Conservation (B7)
Going Local: Creating Self-Reliant Communities (B8)
Interactive!
Herb Walk with 7Song (B9)
New World Water Tour of ‘Toxic City’: Anti-Oppression Training & Alliance
Building (2 session workshop)
FRIDAY EVENING
7:00 - 8:30pm
Young Bioneers Mixer
7:30 - 10:00pm
Bioneers Moving Image Festival
SATURDAY PLENARIES
9:00am - 1:00pm
Intelligence in Nature: A Predator's Inquiry
JEREMY NARBY
Bold Precaution: The Precautionary Principle Gains Traction
CAROLYN RAFFENSPERGER
Greening the Inner City: Jobs, Health, Justice and the Environment
OMAR FREILLA
Beyond Framing: How Deep Neuro-Linguistic Programming Communicates
THOM HARTMANN
Who's Got Next? Cultivating Feminine-Centered Leadership in a Hip-Hop Era
RHA GODDESS
SATURDAY AFTERNOON SESSIONS
2:45pm - 4:15pm
Diversity at the Table: Food Justice and Access (A9)
Blogs, Wikis and Indies: Citizen Media and the Fate of Democracy (A10)
Power Play: Innovative Anti-Corporate, Pro-Democracy Strategies (A11)
Campaigning Women: Building an Environmental Health Movement (A12)
Urban Dreams: Remaking Cities for Sustainability (A13)
Connecting the Dots: Defending Indigenous Lands and Cultures (A14)
Peace Technologies: The Art and Science of Compassion (A15)
Interactive!
Both/And: Cultivating a Common Home in the Scorched Earth of Politics (A16)
Educator's Forum: Educating Our Children For a Sustainable World
SATURDAY AFTERNOON SESSIONS
4:30pm - 6:00pm
The Eco-Agricultural-Industrial Park: The Intervale Project (B10)
Fast Food, Slow Food: From Addiction to Health (B11)
What's the Story? Reframing Progressive Media (B12)
Corporate Rights vs. Human Rights: New Directions in Challenging Corporate Power (B13)
Better Safe Than Bankrupt: Precaution Pays (B14)
Restoring Cultural Balance: Raising Women's Voices (B15)
Nature's Treasures: Preserving and Restoring Large Ecosystems (B16)
Interactive!
Pan-Global Indigenous Peace Technologies (B17)
Seeding the Present: Youth Taking Action
SATURDAY EVENING
6:30 - 8:00pm
Food and Farming Community Reception
7:30 - 10:00pm
Bioneers Moving Image Festival
8:00 - 9:30pm
Visionary Activism (C1)
8:00pm - midnight
Drumming and Dance Party
SUNDAY PLENARIES
9:00am - 1:00pm
Field of Plenty: A Farmer's Journey to the Frontiers of American Agriculture
MICHAEL ABLEMAN
Return of the Ancient Council Ways: Indigenous Survival in Chiapas
OHKI SIMINE FOREST
Restoring Los Angeles: Healing the Nature of Our Cities
ANDY LIPKIS
The Fifth Revolution: Teh Evolution of Ecological Design Intelligence
DAVID ORR
"And, there are those of us who straddle..."
BERNICE JOHNSON REAGON
SUNDAY AFTERNOON SESSIONS
2:45pm - 4:15pm
Ecological Design: Nature's Operating Instructions (A17)
Certified Orgasmic: Fertility from Soil to Markets (A18)
Larger Than Life: Food and Farming at the Movies (A19)
From Value to Values: Fair Trade and the Marketplace of Relationship (A20)
The Politics of Psychoactive Plants: Religious Freedom, Shamanism and Sacred Plants (A21)
Embracing the "Other": Cultural Diversity and Resilience (A22)
Money Talks: Transforming Attitudes Toward Money and Philanthropy (A23)
Interactive:
Transforming the Mainstream Media: Training and Practice (A24)
Interactive:
Herbal Street First Aid with 7Song (A25)
Art in Action: Igniting the Power of Community and the Spirit of Joy (2 session workshop)
SUNDAY AFTERNOON SESSIONS
4:30pm - 6:00pm
Mystery, Complexity and Ambiguity: Native Education for Sustainability (B18)
The Future of Green Building (B19)
Genetic Roulette: Tinkering with Creation (B20)
Cooperatives: The Economics of Mutual Aid (B21)
Young and Wired: Youth Media, New Voices (B22)
Reclaiming Faith: Spirituality, Religion and Keeping the Faith (B23)
Deep Water: Saving the Oceans (B24)
Art in Action: Igniting the Power of Community and the Spirit of Joy (2 session workshop)
VAYA CON GAIA - CLOSING CEREMONY
6:30PM
Hall and Exhibits close at 8:30pm
Just an excited note to all that the new Disinfo anthology Generation Hex is now shipping. I'm proud to be one of the contributors to this truly excellent volume. Here's the cover blurb:
If the modern world is crumbling, then magic is what’s growing up between the cracks. In Generation Hex, editor Jason Louv assembles a collection of dispatches from the edge—a generation of young adults who are inventing and imagining radically new directions for spirituality and human evolution.Through critical essays and practical demonstrations of how a positive interaction with the magical and psychic undercurrents of human life can radically alter one’s existence, the young magicians collected in Generation Hex provide a collective blueprint for escaping the suicidal rut of modern life.
Generation Hex will be released everywhere on the Autumnal Equinox, September 22, 2005.
And check out these props:
'Wow, a book that gives the reader insights into how magic is actually lived. Generation Hex explodes with the energy and enthusiasm of its contributors: their highs and lows, their encounters with the weird and wonderful, the collisions of dream and daring with daily life. This book kicks major ass!"
– Phil Hine, author, Condensed Chaos and Prime Chaos
"As the Aeon of the fiery young god Horus gets off to an explosive start, Jason Louv has compiled these amazing true life adventures of fearless young magicians on the front lines of the Twenty-First Century Magical Renaissance to remind us that the only true and worthwhile rebellion is against everything you were ever told to believe. What is magic really? And how can it work for you? At a time of global change and crisis, this incendiary, inspirational book can show you how to step out of the turmoil, seize control of your own destiny and participate in the creation of a whole new world.
"These are the latest alumni of an Invisible College that grows more and more tangible with each passing day. These are the voices of the real Harry potters, delivering the urgent, supercharged manifestos of a new Ultraculture. This is their world and Generation Hex is your invitation to the Party that might just bring the house down."
– Grant Morrison, author, The Invisibles and The Filth
"Nothing could be more crucial at this moment in time than to create a manual of techniques for psychic and physical survival. Generation Hex reasserts the essential place of magic in our interaction with the universe."
– Genesis Breyer P-Orridge, cultural engineer, pandrogyne, lead singer, Throbbing Gristle, Psychic TV and Thee Majesty
Huzzah!
Synergensis is having their second annual event. For some reason, I never heard about it until now, even though I mentioned Synergensis 1 last year, which was held in November. Goes to show you that you can be on all the right notify lists, tribes, blogs, rss feeds, etc, and only find out about the event two weeks in advance. I've noticed this with other 'visionary' events too, and have begun to wonder about those promoting them. I know of at least three other highly appealing conferences that I didn't discover until right before the event. Two of those were cancelled due to lack of interest!
Anyway, Synergenesis has lots of great artists, including some of my favorites - Alex Grey, Carey Thompson, and Luke Brown.
I definitely want to go, but with such short notice, its up for grabs.
Thanks Bruce for letting me know. :)
The blow glanced across my shoulder bouncing squarely onto the side of my head. I spun around quickly, dancing in the bungied harness, arms out-stretched and bringing my 4-foot duct tape hammer hard into alignment with his gut. Metal stars bent around the periphery of my warm amber tunnel vision barely aware of the hundreds of shouting people all around me and clinging to the 30ft high geodesic dome this Saturday night. Our tussle was broken as attendants clad in dusty black leather chainwear grabbed my harness and drew me back to the edge of the circle. About 25ft away at the opposite pole my opponent raised his padded stick and was released, the tension of the bungies suspending him from the apex of the dome snapping him free and hurtling towards me. I charged, my stomach laid out flat to the ground a mere foot or two below, flying with my weapon held before me straining for the sudden impact of mortality and the bittersweet pain of life. We crashed and clashed before the raging crowds alit with fire and oil, dirty and matted and thin and hungry with the saline lust of Burning Man.
After several hours over several thousand feet of elevation, my wife and I finally pulled off the I80 and began the final leg out past Pyramid Lake and onto the white salt flats of the Black Rock Desert. Amidst the darkness were hundreds of red tail-lights extending past and behind us. Unusual for a Sunday night a full week before the end of the event. After much slow progress through the thick, moonless night, we pulled off the highway and onto the playa at exactly 11:23pm Sunday, August 28th. Our car, crawling along at 5mph was immediately enveloped in a dust storm stealing all visibility into it's white noise. The gate greeters were covered in white alkali. Dust masks and goggles and thick clothing were their line of defense against the biblical sandblasting. We crawled through the raging storm, at times losing all visibility, looking at each other with questioning eyes before hitting the brakes to avoid a sudden port-o-potty looming out of the dust 3 feet away. With much steady persistence, like the winds themselves, we found camp fearlessly defended by two friends who had arrived a few hours earlier.
The mid-day sun beat down mercilessly onto the playa surface. The Black Rock Desert is an enormous Y of white, empty sand covering over 400 square miles, surrounded on most sides by high craggy black ridges. The desert floor is the remains of an ancient lake, now filled with over two miles of white alkali sand and soot, extremely fine and dry. Scattered across the surface are cast off little bits of the great black rocks rising out of the earth and lining the vast dead lake bed. Nothing grows on the desert floor and birds and bugs are a rarity.
The ferocity of the sun seemed barely diminished by the raging dust storms that continued throughout the day. The winds had subsided for a while after our arrival the night before. We reinforced the perimeter of our camp, set up our tent in the winds, and guided in a few other arrivals throughout the night. By dawn I was taking pictures out on the playa, already littered with art and activity. But within a few hours we were getting hammered by dust in 50+ mph winds. I spent the day, sleepless, hiding behind crappy goggles and a painter's mask while running around under the baleful sun trying to keep the tents from blowing away. We lost a friend's - it's center pole bent in half and took down the whole tent. I used rebar and duct tape to reinforce the poles on our own tent and lashed repeatedly to the roof racks on our car. It seemed to work well enough but there's really no rest until the winds fade out. And I really needed rest. It's hard enough getting acclimated to the desert in good weather. It's even more grueling in a day-long blowtorch dust storm. 24 hours after arrival I slept.
Tuesday morning we started to raise the dome. The winds were gone and we had a few hours before things got too hot to move. I led the assault and we got the first half together, then took a long break for Red Bull, Vodka, and Red Bull's (The Steamroller). When it gets so hot you don't want to move, and you've maybe gotten a few if any hours of sleep in the last day or two, it's very easy to lie around drinking all day. Eventually things will cool down and the city will start buzzing.
For us the cooling meant a second go at the dome so I took point again and climbed the ladder. Setting up a 15-foot high geodesic dome that's strong enough to hold multiple bodies takes a lot of patient coordination between several people. But by 9pm the dome was up, covered in aluminet sails, carpeted and furnished with three couches and a coffee table. We gassed up the gennie and on came the purple rope lights and blue LED's. Along our street my wife and friend's had put up 11 flags flying from 9ft PVC poles around a central arbor, framing the camp entryway to the communal dome and beyond, past the tent and shade structure shanties, back to the RV's now blocking the prevailing winds.
By a sheer stroke of great luck our camp location turned out to be perfect. We were only a block away from the Esplanade, which made it easy to get out and into the thick of things. The neighborhood itself was very active and each evening brought actual traffic congestion, glowing and neoned and buzzing, down our street. Since we were just a half block up from the Random Pizza Delivery camp, we received at least one whole, delicious, steaming pizza each day. And after many of the camp women removed their tops and set off to join the Critical Tits bike parade, we were pleasantly surprised to see that the whole line rode right past our porch. A few industrious lads from our camp were thoughtful enough to refresh the ladies with cool mist. At 3 or 4 thousand women it's no easy job but someone has to do it. While occasional lechers stole video frames, one couldn't help but wonder at the restriction society places on women's bodies and how ultimately heretical and revolutionary such a simple act as showing them to the world can be.
After dark I rode with a small pack of friends down the bustling Esplanade and it's side streets. Amidst the kaleidoscope of light and sound and sensation one shining piece of light drew us near. Colors and pattern completely broke down, abstracted across esoteric algorithms decomposed and iterated, alien yet seemingly familiar, slowly accreted together to show just enough of the reality it was modulating to understand what was happening. The digital technocolor chaos washing across the 5x7 screen before us shimmered and coalesced into the obvious image of the three of us sitting on our bikes, slack-jawed and gaping. There was a camera just above the screen pointed at the the area before it where we had biked up to inspect the display. As we moved in front of the camera the video feed was modulated by a software layer and then displayed on the screen. As we moved and capered and shone lights at it, the scene would continue to morph through different routines feeding our actions back to us in psychedelic light pools.
Suddenly the entire scene was replaced by large purple cartoon brains buzzing and multiplying rapidly. We were shocked, sputtering exclamations and paranoid accusations. It was too much, the fear was mounting and it was time to flee. The acid was clearly working, and it worked through sunrise the next morning.
From this point the tale grows fractured and non-linear. Camp had been constructed and obligation thinned. Hot days came and went. Warm nights were alive and raging with a seemingly unmatched tenacity and jubilance. The crowds were thick and wonderful and friendly and freakish. Tuesday night seemed like a Thursday night, it was so huge and ecstatic. A few times we rode around on a friend's art car that was a golf cart built up to look like a large thatched raft lashed together floating across the playa. It could carry 7 or 8 people. We bopped around BRC bumping mad sound out of the raft's speakers, beer cooler in tow. In a city that's over three miles across it's essential to have some good transportation.
On Wednesday, my wife and I celebrated our anniversary with all our friends over champagne. After a fun vanity photo shoot, the two of us walked out to the temple together, hand in hand, binding again for love and life in tears and smiles. Our's is the Law. Under human will cast out with joyous playfulness onto the blank slate of this ancient lake bed, minds and souls spilled out and twisted into celebrant forms of imagination, given of love for free to all in this ephemeral moment of eternity that each year we call Burning Man. When I'm there I've never left. It's my alter-land, 6 or 7 days at a time stitched together across years like a very dusty and psychedelic family afghan blanket.
The black faux fur jacket I had recently secured grew more and more nappy but continued to shine in it's ability to keep me warm at night. There are unique Burning Man fashion trends developing across this growing community. The desert cowboy look is common pairing piercings and tattoos with dark cowboy hats, weathered vests, black pants, and leather boots. The dread-locked firespinners wear earth tones and black mixed with chains and ear plugs. Playa bunnies run around in hot pants, thigh-highs, and small mesh tops, hair neoned, wig or dyed. An afternoon at The Deep End had hundreds of them all, mostly half-naked baking beneath the late sun kicking up impossible amounts of dust under their dancing feet. The sound system was perfect and the deep, progressive house beats called me off my bike and into the throng. It was the best sound system on the playa, wonderfully buried a few blocks in from the Esplanade, but absolutely rocking with hours yet to go towards darkness.
I randomly made my way to the MAPS dome just in time to catch the end of Daniel Pinchbeck's talk, then ran into Paul Hughes outside. Paul and I hung out and chatted for a while then pressed in when some of the crowds cleared out after Daniel's talk ended. We listened under the massive dome, covered in an olive military parachute and hung with vaguely tibetan batiks, to Erik Davis speak about Burning Man and imagination and the myth of Psyche & Eros (this year's event theme was Psyche). Paul officially introduced me to Daniel and it was nice for each of us to have a face to go with the name and email. He was very friendly and we spoke earnestly of shamanism and the necessity of business, and the act of manifesting one's will in the material world. When it all boils down, magick is about making thing's happen. Daniel was thronged by people wanting his time so we broke off and Paul & I careened across the playa through another thick dust storm chatting and laughing.
I think it was Friday night. Amidst no watches and infrequent sleep, time really starts to bend out there, especially when you're dancing under toadstools all week. Many clusters of our camp were breaking away to head across the playa to 10:00. This was the far strip where many of the largest sound systems were set up. Burning Man is about a lot of things and one of them is dancing to the best music you can find. The sound camps are the biggest parties on the playa. My pod left our camp a bit later but we managed to make our way over and find the best music. It was at Green Gorilla, my dancing wife and all of my friends were there, and Jeno was spinning in a half hour. With Dax and Little John on the scene, it was like being back in SF. The bar was flowing, everyone was smiling inside the domed dance floor, and the energy just grew and grew. Jeno's set was hypermodern and visionary. By 4am I was beat and a few of us straggled back to camp leaving the others behind to face another sunrise.
The night of the burn was spectacular. I think the crowd was the biggest yet, ringed by a bewildering array of art vehicles and mobile works. Many held raging sound systems, others released great fire cannons into the sky. The Man lit up suddenly and within moments was engulfed in flames under a canopy of explosions and stars, lit up by a thousand flashing rockets. He burned, raged fiercely at the ceaseless dance of Life and Death, then acquiesced, collapsing into the inferno of his phoenixed futurehistory, engulfed and transformed to be free. His demise was joyous and cathartic resounding in the wall of cheers rising from the arrayed masses who, unable to further restrain their own desire for fiery re-union, push in towards the flaming pile. On the inner edge of the fury my face burns like my skin's melting, like my head's in a furnace. Keep moving. Dive back into the crowd then push inward for another run around the caldera. 5 laps later and I spin off into the night, the bottle of red wine in my hand almost empty, now mixing with the fungus and guiding me onward with the inertia of a deep seeking. There is no room for intellectualization here. It's all experience. Soak up as much as you can and watch it bubble to the surface of your life over the next year. It's a week-long trance of metaprogramming, yourselves and each other. It's timeless proof that humans, given the ability, will play as hard as they can with every tool at their disposal just to turn each other on, just to grasp that reckless inertia of Creation and mould it into something new and cool for however brief a moment.
That crazy inertia spun me out across the playa under the eyes of the Mother and Child, so much Soul impossibly embodied in so much steel, massive flaming footsteps behind them both each glowing phosphorescent and slick; sent me to the Phoenix to watch it burn one last time, it's massive driftwood chest ablaze when only hours before it was covered with grooving human apes piled on it's breast among the steel feathers grasping at the sky like talons, alit with propane fires blazing and bursting; landed me in Thunderdome a couple of hours later battling my oldest friend's fourteen-year-old son who's already taller than me and wants to join Death Guild asap; then found me up on a platform swaying and gyrating with my wife among a few hundred late night ravers grooving to tribal progressive beats under the fires at Opulent Temple, before finally returning to our dusty playa bed once again in this eternal carnival of night and love and struggle and community across this ancient dead lake bed and beneath the spinal Milky Way carving through the black sky above, perhaps the home to other beings equally alive and aware and longing to spill their hearts and heads out onto the great canvas of Time.
If I returned last year somewhat calloused and underwhelmed, this year reset the balance and delivered an absolutely wonderful Burning Man. The art, the people, the friends, the parties, the communities and collaborations - everything was just about absolutely perfect. Like a dream it's come and gone in the blink of an eye. But in that moment it's eternal and realer than real and in some deep unnamable way, possibly far more important and vital and meaningful than the waking world.
(The book (formerly known as 'The Fifth Element') is finally complete! Reading copies have been emailed to those who requested them. If you would like a reading copy, please contact me through my profile, or leave a comment here. Reading copies are free to any who promise to give at least a decent paragraph of feedback.
Below are the introductory sections. There are 59 sections in all -- the complete Table of Contents was posted on my blog a while ago.)
“One Nature, perfect and all-pervading, circulates in all natures.
One Reality, all-comprehensive, contains within itself all realities.”
Yung-chia Ta-shih
Smaller than a proverbial grain of mustard, yet vaster than the sky, this limitless Ocean of CONSCIOUSNESS is the primary Absolute of all cosmologies: the heaving Ground of all Being: a cloudless reservoir of limitless possibility and boundless potentiality: both cosmic center and supracosmic circumference.
CONSCIOUSNESS is the root of all that has been, the leaf of all that is, and the flower of all that is yet to be.
It is both the ocean-source from which we spring, and the reservoir into which our many rivers empty.
Or, in the words of St. Dionysus: “God is a fountain flowing unto Itself.”
“As the wind takes shape through whatever it enters, as a river flows windingly through its course, and thereby fills it—All that lives is infused with its quickening Presence: it is both an emanation from on high as well as a welling-up from below.
the breath of the Spirit breathes through all things, and thus takes all Creation for its body.”
from the Katha Upanishad
Its energetic verve powers the spin of the smallest electron the same as the revolution of the vastest stars.
It is itself the blueprint of the Human race as well as the cornerstone of its future crowning superstructure.
“Man is in it, as it is in him, for the world-pervading element fills all space, and is space itself, only shoreless and infinite.”
H. P. Blavatsky, Isis Unveiled
“Within all creatures but not restricted to them, outside all creatures but not excluded from them…”
the anonymous author of The Cloud of Unknowing
It is the superfluid Urgrund in which there are no distinctions and no differentiations: the deific potency that empowers and propels each and every aspect of the evolutionary ascent of the Cosmos to ever greater and more novel degrees of complexification.
“We can find no province of the world so low but the Absolute inhabits it. Where we can point to reality, there is the one undivided life of the Absolute.”
Francis Herbert Bradley, The Absolute
It is the sentient current that undergirds Spacetime with a dazzlingly complex informational architecture.
It is the pure signal from an extradimensional Omniverse that is continually beaming our Universe into manifest existence.
“Do not inquire whether the Principle is in this or in that; It is in all beings. …
It acts not. Doing nothing, there is nothing it does not do.”
Chuang-tzu
It is the measureless Ocean of Spirit within which all created and uncreated things exist, and by the Life of which they are animated.
“The Absolute is inevitably expressed by the relative, and the relative is inevitably contained by the Absolute.”
Sri Ramakrishna
“There is but one Thing in the world, not two, as the modern physicists and the mathematicians have begun to realize, and as a child well knows as he smiles at the waves on a sun-swept beach where the same foam seems to have rolled in since the beginning of time …”
Satprem, On the Way to Supermanhood
Thrilling even the emptiest chasm with a vibrantly creative lust for life, CONSCIOUSNESS surrounds and permeates all Creation in an etheric sheen that warps and weaves its way through the spinning heart of every atom in the Cosmos, its entangled undercurrents concretizing here and there into pinwheels of atomic nuclei, wildly winding and whirpooling and concrescing into the spatial-temporal tide-foam of organized Matter.
“God is like the ocean: for the waters of the ocean cannot be grasped and have no shape except when they are channeled into a vessel, and take on the shape of that vessel; only then we are able to grasp and measure them.”
from the Zohar
In much the same way as sunlight exists in relation to the sun, so do we exist in relation to God.
Apart from this cosmogenetic process of graduated unfoldment, there is no life, no reality, no being.
Concretized aspects of the Cosmos are what they are by virtue of the serial unfoldment of a localized pattern in Space and Time: their reality consists in their collective emergence and dissolution in the atemporal Whole.
Ultimate Reality is a living, breathing process that is always freshly minted in the moment: it is never idle, never finally resolved or entirely achieved.
CONSCIOUSNESS is an amorphous Divine, never reaching final form.
It is a playful vibratory procession, a ceaselessly evolving act of deific becoming.
It is the bottomless manna of our existence -- the Life that is living us.
“The perfectly peaceful Absolute is not different from the playful relative universe.
The nameless, formless Reality, the transcendent awareness in which you are now permanently awake, is precisely the same Reality that you see blossoming all around you.”
Sri Ramakrishna