[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

“A person who “cries for the moon” wants too much—wants, in fact, more wanting—weeps into the lack. You can’t make a wish upon the moon.”

— The Crying Book, Heather Christle

[cadmar]

Pattern of Being

Pattern of being is the mind of one, whereas, the pattern of action is the mind of two.  The pattern of action is our go to.  We go to our memories, or we go to our thoughts and words, or we go to our desires,  or we go to form the constructions of our perceptions, or we go to do.  We go to do some action, either internally inside the brain, or as well, outside the brain.

It is not automatic that from our pattern of being, we go to our pattern of actions.  We do have this feed back loop.  For example, all these raw sensory data entering into our brain, each sensory input is not in sync to the other, so our pattern of being goes to the pattern of action to combine these raw, sensory inputs into some order of construction.  So that, every time the similar raw, sensory data comes in, we will construct it to be a tree, or a desk, or a house, and so on. This is order.  This all comes from the pattern of action.

Now, what is this pattern of being?  The pattern of being is the neural network stimulated.  This is before the go to neural network is triggered.

Going deeper is to understand words and thoughts.  Words are dead, like a typed word on a page.  Each word is dead to the one next to it.  A computer can print out a book of words and to the computer, has no sensory sense to what these words actually are.  If you ask a computer what a word means, it would connect to other words that are linked to that word, and still, has no real sensory idea to the essence and experience of the word.  So, how does our pattern of being know?  How does our pattern of being pick out the correct word from thousands and thousands of choices?

Because, our pattern of being is a vibration.  A vibration from the neurons being excited and spiked with electrical-chemical signals.  A match is made from the pattern of being sending the exact vibration to the dormant words.  The dormant words with the exact, or similar vibration, are then triggered.

Who we actually are is the pattern of being.  But, if you ask anyone on the street, who they are, they will say, what they are, what they have done, what they are doing now, what they like, what they want, and so on.  They and their world of depression, fears, pleasures, grief, harm, are from and in this pattern of action.

[weltenwellen]

“I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.”

— Richard Siken, Editor’s Pages: The Long and Short of It

[goodreadss]

“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there, and you have, too. You’re nodding your head.”

— Henry Rollins (via goodreadss)

[goodreadss]

Wheatfield with a Reaper Vincent van Gogh, (1889)  (detail) 

Vincent van Gogh’s powerful and  intense Green Wheat Fields, Auvers (1890) (detail)

[amargedom]

“To be alone is the only real revolution. To accept that you are alone is the greatest transformation that can happen to you.”

— Osho (via minuty)

[violent-things-mp3]

I just found Brendon’s old poetry from his Myspace and I-,Like look at this, It’s great

Pic credit to @pathetic-at-the-disco and @ryenros (Now deactivated)

[wildfairy]

“this is the nature of hands/ to reach for the fire/ and call it life or longing/ even after it burns you”

— Chris Latin, LAST LIGHT, found in EVEN HEAVEN IS A LACK

[amargedom]

““Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.””

— Pablo Neruda (via naturaekos)

[fruityogurt]

[coffeestainedbliss]

“And always in my grief I wish I were powerful, a god—and if I was, if I ever could be— I promise I would never make you suffer.”

— Brennan Sprague, from “Elegy for the Exit,” The Shore (no. 1, Spring 2019)

[lovfawn]

i may be a romantic but i’m not hopeless.. love is in everything and that’s just the truth

[synqra]

https://www.instagram.com/p/B0IY4WmnvQk/

[goryhorror]

[purplebuddhaproject]

“The only time you truly become an adult is when you finally forgive your parents for being just as flawed as everyone else.”

— Douglas Kennedy (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame. How could you become new if you haven’t first become ashes?”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[abiding-in-peace]

“Just as flowers and leaves are only part of a plant, and just as waves are only part of the ocean, perceptions, feelings, and thoughts are only part of the self. Blossoms and leaves are a natural manifestation of plants, and waves are a natural expression of oceans. It is useless to try to repress or stifle them. It is impossible. We can only observe them. Because they exist, we can find their source, which is exactly the same as our own. The sun of awareness originates in the heart of the self. It enables the self to illuminate the self. It lights not only all thoughts and feelings present. It lights itself as well.”

— Thich Nhat Hanh, in ”The Sun My Heart”.