Oh that would be me...I have a Christlike aura around me and a halo like an astral headtorch.....all the little animals come sit by my side being fed by my radiance of peace and love.....corporate heads have been known to break down and weep and kiss  my feet once they have gazed upon my benign countenance......

Maybe though it's the fact that I carry a load of fresh meat and gras dripping from my belt when I walk the glades..... and the semtex I strap to my chest whenever I attend board meetings....

I dion't know who is the most caring person I know.....people who really care from a place of pure worldcentric volition are not readily distinguishable from folk who trick themselves into thinking that they care when in fact they are doing their deeds to please the infernal internal critic within.....or from folk who pretend to care out of a sense of subtle self-interest...or narcissistic pride....for example, a lot of sixties Vietnam protestors were not that  impassionned about the atrocities as much as the issue of their being drafted into Hell although their motivation would not be discernable as dissonant within the harmonic chorus of  outrage......

Deeds to me are important but their motivation lends me a clue as to the extent of their conditionality....unconditional caring is liable to be something somebody will be doing even when I'm not watching.....if all of us recognise this fact, we can stop hiding behind stiff masks of self-righteousness and move more deeply into the work of exploring the limits of our compassion so that we may remove them so that our boundries ever shatter into subtlelevel stardust and collapse into the open gravified spaciousness of pure emptiness.   

When there's no stress/threat to myself or others, partcularly those close to me whom I love.....in this uncontracted state I gotta be really really vigilant for those medusalike tendrils of narcissism that creep in through the keyhole of my Shadow Door and puff me up like a hairy little dog wired up to a van der graaf generator.....when threatened I deflate and contract and hold fast to the supportive rigging of  those nearest and dearest to me and allow myself to fret but breathe deeply rather than fuss...I've had quite a bit of this given that I have sunk everything I have financially into the Calderdale Yoga Centre (opened yesterday) and am now broke in the midst of a recession....

...but over the storm of my lifecruise, the Sun that I AM shines on and on and I sit daily in the patch where the clouds part and the warmth descends through my spine to enable me to take yet one more day at a time in the knowledge that my fretting is the laughter in my soul gone stale with ego identification like ice in a thick bladder of a balloon that sits in a field and dreams of flying as if it could do that without any help from Self or partner or pals

Right now it must be the role of gaiablogger but I have no direct knowledge of that one.

Yes in that I consider life a gift and cutivate gratitude.
No in that 'being fortunate' seems to imply being singled out...and so who are the ones who do not share in life for me to feel fortunate against```....I remember Pope JPII once referring to 'the unborn poor' in one of his speeches and wondered where they live...if life is, indeed a gift, I would consider myself fortunate by comparison....

But these unborn poor live in the Land of Res Potentia playing with eidola and enacting countless categorical imperatives to the intrapsyciic amusement of a Creator who hasn't got Her fingers flexed for the magic Creative Zap....fulminate on, you dying Metaphysick....

I'm a monsoon of tightly-scheduled broad-spectrum stuff today...whooosh goes the rain on the temple roof......

And behind all of this is a still cerulean sky, wide and open and vast and sunlt.

J x

I think that by definition power defines me.

More scales dropping like hailstones from God's eyes as He She and It observe new levels of awareness and complexity that were not preplanned but a surprise set of emergent properties like wetness emerged once some oxygen and hydrogen atoms got into threesomes

I generally drop a few downers and watch a couple of Ingmar Bergman or Andrei Tarkovski films.

I've heard it said that this speeding up of life processes here in the onrushing aquarian age is detrimental to spiritual evolution because this postmodern richness and diversity we swim in causes our neocortical thinkythink to snap crackle and pop like a bowl of airy substanceless processed cereal rather than allow the slower deeper cortical feely-feel to enable a more mellowed, serene and introspective take on life...you just cannot do both at once, which is why the gear-changeing analogy is becomming more popular in the parlance of the age...you cannot be in first and fourth gear simultaneously here on the self-actualisation boulevard....

Rather than buy into the change-back-into-first mentality, I think that this is an excellent time to shed that sort of retro-romanticw way of thinking and contemplate the fact that here in 2038...oops, 2009 (I'm spending too long in me second-hand tardis) we have the opportunity to practice gear-shifting....I have three; macro is when I problem-solve and timetable in a clean and clear, quick way which gets me beta waves up akimbo and I crack on at a fast thinking pace....I'm currently typing in macro...shortly I will be driving to get the stitches out of my ankle (had a cyst removed, nothing malignant) and will shift down to meso and listen to music, plan the rest of my week and listen to Dan Brown on my iPod all of which will have me slower than I am now and often in alpha if I visualise avalokiteshvara hovering in front of me as I drive.....then there's micro which is my delta mode in which I sit in meditation and let the whole machinery come to rest and listen to the nada which thrums the Silence in every- and no-place at all....

What a wonderful age this is in which one can shift gears in thin timeslices.....sometimes life promotes the stick-shift and sometimes one can choose.....I  think that this is a keynote spiritual practice of the age that was not truely around on a widespread scale 50 years ago as the slow stiltedness of, say, the original Lost in Space can be so juxtaposed against the likes of snapply deep ole District 9.

I'm looking right now.....I'm looking for a 'me'  within all this space but all I get is a set of narratives that pop up like those unwelcome ads in cyberspace....I am Jon, I live here etc...

But then who is doing the loking? Is that someone?

Where am I then? When I am is right now...but what does that actually mean? A ot of folk banter on about the here-and-now but I question whether many of them actually understand the impossibility of immanence in a dual state.

Hmmm...I got more questions than answers today.

Wot's all that about Guv?