
Heaven & Hell


maps, metaphors & musings

Perpetual cycles of unconscious whim
Closed eyes whipping frantically around
The trance of forgetfulness weighing heavy on our eyes
The mechanical determinsim of dullness
The evolutionary lineage of distraction
The centerless center
Remains the eye of the storm
With every arising
Or what we call moment in time
How do we choose to be
Where do we choose to illuminate
What world do we choose to live into fruition
From our birth into Memory
Nestled between a mother and father
Trying to find an elegant balance
Both sides of infinity love you
Something flows through us
I do not know what
I form little nets
To catch some dew
As it passes by
She flows through my fingertips
And doesnt like inhibition
But sensitivity
And dialogue
She flirtily abides
Keep the direction pointed outward
Resist the tendency to resist
(Isnt it always negate yourself out of the negative?)
And from here hopefully we find some flow
I wonder if this too is how we are to live our lives
In harmonious balance with the interlocking forces of all
Directed outwards
and inwards to dialogue
To feel the interstices
But not to the point of falling back into solidifying the pushback
Can we have courage to be sensitive
to a face too magnificent to behold
And do not confuse a temporary turn away from this depth
With its disappearance
God has mercy
Both in offering omnipresence and respite from our sensitivity to it
And do not confuse the darkness in this cavern of the belly
With the shadow forms that it contains
Becasue its power encompasses and transcends what the mind can comprehend
So we sit in enchoes of knowingness
Resonating from time immemorial
our cognitive process are the fruit of our unconscious. The conscious mind is the tip of the ice berg of the totality of our being.
Out of the necessity to orient ourselves and to mediate the inner and the outer worlds, we create narratives based on the information we have access to. The most evident of this information is how we behave, and our behavior is the level on which many people’s narratives are almost exclusively confined to because that is the domain/type of information they’re able to access/perceive. another relatively evident level of information is how we think, because -although not as visibly obvious- we can easily observe what we think about and when and how often and sometimes why. on yet a subtler level, we have information regarding how we feel. This level of information is more nebulous that thought, as it isnt always evident how and what exactly we feel.
And this is the border past which most of our conscious minds stop. It’s extremely easy for the conscious mind to label away the “unconscious” and “subconscious” as something abstract and inaccessible, thereby relegating their role to the margins of our experience.
In this view, when faced with the seemingly irrational or undesirable ways our minds work, we look outside to the dominant systems of meaning-making in our culture to help us make sense of why our brains are “malfunctioning”. A narrative (such as a medial diagnosis) helps us find footing – and a plan of action – in an otherwise overwhelming bombardment by thoughts and feelings. It helps us make sense of the internal chaos.
In my own experience, I am extremely grateful for the “OCD” narrative, because it has connected me to support and experts who provided hope when i was lost and the opportunity to get a handle on the “problem”.
What I’ve also learned through experience and study, is that the paradigm of a “medical diagnosis” is an incomprehensive narrative because it only takes into account the conscious information regarding the mind.
This is a valid basis to draw conclusions and statements from if one is content with living life on the conscious level. to each their own.
but for people with a nagging pull that there is something more going on than just the neurochemical cards that we’ve been dealt – of which our thoughts, emotions and behaviors are supposedly only epiphenomena of- the exploration of the unconscious mind is a tried and true path for offering such insight and profound personal meaning-making.
if there’s smoke coming from a car engine, the way to go about addressing the problem is to lift the hood and see what aspects of the mechanics of the car need rewiring. in this metaphor -lifting the hood doesnt mean getting an mri, but rather lifting the hood on the unconscious. In the paradgim of subjectivity- which is the realm of our identities and thus the reality we inhabit- the physical correlates of our subjective states (like our neurochemistry) are actually the symptoms — not the cause. of course there are degrees of relativity… extreme physical disruptance can cause more subjective disruptance and perpetuate a feedback loop. sometimes we can get too caught up in these loops to be able to approach the inward journey with clarity (or to function even without the desire to pursue the inward journey) and here medication can be beneficial and even life-saving.
In the example of the car metaphor, having so much smoke can inhibit our ability to see or even get close enough to examine under the roof, so aid in the form of medicine can help facilitate a less severe foundation to start from.
so what is this causal dimension of self below the level of the conscious mind? This is the realm of intuition, dreams, biological hardwiring, trauma , archetypes and deeply held beliefs.
if we can develop a relationship with this sometimes dark, nebulous and mysterious world we can slowly uncover the real personal roots of our cognitive dis ease from within. Through this process we may find that how we divided and categorized our experience at one stage (like through a medical diagnosis) may not capture the dynamism of the mechanics of our psyche in the most useful or comprehensive way. What we previously saw as “the problem” may come to be interpreted as a symptom of a deeper unresolved tension… often times originating with some unconscious belief about who we fundamentally are in relation to the world. The contents of the mind come to be viewed from a holistic perspective instead of as isolated occurrences to be treated as separate from our total evolution.
I offer my evolution in unearthing the unconscious roots of my own mental health journey as a case-study in how this process can unfold here.
written April 29, 2019
This was the result of attempting to bring my narrative faculties as close to “my” experience of non-dual awareness as possible: I kept trying to explain my experience of “totality” to my friend but became tangled in the mobius-strip-like nature of language. I wasnt able to coherently speak unless I shifted my identification to the ego’s perspective. The words that came *closest* to accurately reflecting this state of mind were: “‘i’ am ‘it'” and “‘it’ makes ‘sense'”. (Where “i”=ego and “sense”=meaning… still trying to figure out how to explain “it” besides “it”-ness)Going back and forth between pure experience and an articulable experience (and trying to come as close as possible to closing the gap between the two) … my ego self was experiencing quite major reverberations that looked/felt/sounded like the attached picture:

This whole experience was like an escape room of “my” awareness from its entanglement in language. I realized that we can only speak in one perspective at a time. As such, words necessitate a metaphysical stance… a creative cutting up of experience in which a level of identification with a “self” is implied. We can not give non-dual awareness a voice because words only “stick” to breaks or fragments between components of our experience. “I see the apple” can only be spoken because an “I” that is distinguished from “an apple” is implied. If we are truly able to transcend the conventional “i” (ego) then we are not able to speak because the distinction between doer and doing dissolves. Thinking about this more made me realize that the “conventional” self (ego) might just be the inculcated inward projection of the syntactical structures that we learn to operate within in the social realm.
our modes of cognitive understanding include a wide range of dimensions – such as lexical, visual and emotional – each medium resonating with a different level of experience. Each mode of comprehension is most compatible with a particular type of information. For instance, while words may be the most skillful medium for everyday social interactions, emotions may be a more suitable lens through which to understand what our own bodies are trying to communicate with ourselves.
attempting to coerce a certain mode of understanding onto an incompatible dimension of experience is bound to lead to confusion and distortion of information – as most commonly occurs on the subtler levels of reality. On those levels, insistence on using languages too clunky for the experiential environment impede ones ability to actually understand… like insisting on seeing a photon through ones store-bought prescription eye glasses.
While conventional language can adequately describe certain of the more subtler levels of reality, the very paradigm within which it is meaningful dissolves on the subtlest levels of reality.*
Notions of space and time are no longer linear and discrete – and the conceptual self vanishes without these usual signposts of experiential orientation.
So what level of understanding is more conducive to these subtle realms – where Information is understood instantaneously rather than through the syntax of narrative langauge?
i would like to offer a possible alternative mode of comprehension that sits at the precipice of my conscious understanding & so i write the following words with an extra level of awareness of their inadequacy/incomprehensiveness:
This mode of comprehension is grasped instantaneously as an embodied understanding that is accompanied by a pre-visual image… it is an image through the medium of something close to emotion. It conveys energetic dynamics in such an abstract way that it can clarify & apply to many dimensions of meaning.
This is the language of archetypes before they’ve been dressed in cultural or natural symbolism.
For me this is the language of intuition & i humbly theorize that it is the pre-verbal foundation of all modes of cognition.
*playing around with conventional syntax (especially verbify-ing nouns) in unconventional ways is a way of loosening the rigidity of english in a way that can be more accurate for these levels – (like “the electron particled” or “it was Laila-ing peacefully”). (However this is still inadequate for the subtlest of levels).

Clarification of terms:
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Eventually, following the mechanics of logic leads to the logical limits. logical “lines” of reasoning are much more like self-perpetuating circles.
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although energy is pre-verbal and narrative, and narratives are creative abstractions, that is not to say that anything goes. Energy moves and interacts from which a a level of meaning emerges closer to the conceptually abstract but intuitively understood level… which is why symbolic language is the kind of conceptual language most conducive to interacting with what is true. interestingly, although narrative conventional thought is degrees of abstraction away from direct experience, to the conceptual self the closer one gets to cognizing the level of direct experience, the more abstract the meaning seems. in a way, we use cognitive and hermeneutic abstractions in order to make the meaning appear less abstract -which is to say, to have more cognitively tangible resonance with our familiar dimensions of meaning-making ie. our networks of associations.
what is the implications of this system for mans search for meaning?
although meaning is not inherent to life on the level that we generally tend to interact and identify with life and meaning, one can align their conceptual faculties -if careful not to suffocate with too gross a grasp- with their energetic truth which is in harmony with collective truth. but this requires a proficiency with energy in order for the dynamic and subtle energetic truth to be channeled skillfully in the desired realm of meaning.
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to despair due to a lack of truth is usually a symptom of attachment to a form or dimension of truth without adequate sensitivity to the feeling of truth behind (in a literal somatic sense) ones (identified) self.
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the self is a conceptual construct in which we nest our sense of identity and thereby our perceptual center of gravity. conceptual experience then shapes and molds itself according to the architecture of the terrain formed by that center of identity and the associated forces identified on that level of being.
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our culturally and biologically informed default is for our narrative faculties to minimize unwanted sensations and maximize wanted ones- so it takes a great deal of unlearning to dis-identify with this way of navigating the energetic and recalibrate our narrative faculties to be in alignment with our energy (rather than trying to force vice-versa).
Coming to terms With the heartbreaking reality of creativity That inherent in every form Is the necessity to divide & distinguish That inherent in every door Is the possibility to be shut in That inherent in every structure Is the threat of being enclosed That inherent in every quilt Is the potential of being unraveled And it is this reality That haunts me in my shadows And it took being consumed by my own shadows to show me that this too Was a manifestation of divine mercy Too transparent for my eyes -too accustomed to stability- to see It was an invitation into my formless essence That my residual attachment to form Tried to convince me that I wasn't ready to accept It was the painful and embodied realization of humility That was the antidote to the crippling perfectionism I craved all along The humility that I will never be able to hold absolute truth in my hand for all to see That it was a categorical error to assume that one key of form could unlock all the locks inherent in form That a metaphor could capture the totality of the nuances of the experience of liberation The humility that What is redemptive is God-given And medicinal for a context That what is Divinely bestowed is to be received with grace not with grasping And that an un-purified mind & fearful heart Will project fault on even the most useful form That the essence is unsullied Even if my perception of the form is That there is a secret to matter That is too subtle for the grasping mind to appreciate Thus the gift I bring back from the shadows Is the awareness of subtlety The awareness of transparency And how confused everything gets when we lose sight Of how seriously we take what was made to be light
Welcome.
Momentos on the path is the continuation of a lifelong journey of collecting insights along the path of personal revelation. For the past few years, I have filled notebooks and sketchbooks with maps, diagrams, and meditations on the nature of reality & experience. At the same time, the creation of this virtual space marks a transformation in the way this project is carried out – a change beyond just a mere shift in medium.
This change in form(at) arose naturally from a recent change in my understanding of the role of insight & creative expression in my life… a shift in perspective born from the realization that I have experienced the following situation countless times:
I return to a journal or phone note that I had written years before containing a poem, reflection or quick note. It conveys a poignant flash of insight that I believed I had only recently realized for the first time in my life.
Seeing those seeds of wisdom from the past so perfectly support my current place on the spiritual path has clued me into the amnesic nature of the human experience. I may receive a momentary insight or idea that resonates with me deeply and has remarkable therapeutic effects & I may have phases of feeling very aligned spiritually… And re-discovering those momentos from the past has taught me that as long as I am participating in the world of time, identity and appearances, I will continue to experience cycles of alignment & remembrance and disorientation & forgetfulness.
Forgetfulness feels like distraction, like being weighed down by the happenings of the world of appearances, like feeling trapped in my own head, like feeling jaded by reality.
Remembrance feels like mindful presence, like playfulness & flirtiness, like exploration, like a spaciousness that allows for anything to arise within the self without threatening the peace…
When I had my first tastes of remembrance, i tried to hold onto the feeling for as long as i could. Now, with more experience, I am learning to accept and relax into the inevitable undulations of these cycles of rememberance and forgetfulness -having cultivated deeper degrees of faith in the underlying current of truth that exists throughout it all…
“Even if i can not see truth at the moment, it is there supporting me.”
It is ideas and images like these that serve as lanterns that can reassure & support me in dark times of forgetfulness.
This blog represents my personal affirmation of the utility of these momentos -insights captured in the form of writing, art, curation & expression- as integral sources of support along my spiritual journey.
As such, i’ve come to see creative expression as a chance to embed windows unto the underlying dimension of truth within the medium of time & matter.
May the light from these windows illuminate for all.

