February 2008
15 posts
Bill Fay - We Want You to Stay
“These are...
The Great Wall, pt 5 - TOWN
I’ve spent all this time trying to get past this wall because I have conceived of the Wall as something keeping me IN. But now I stop to consider all the things that this Wall is in fact keeping OUT.
Come to think of it, why should I want to get past the Wall? It’s an excellent defense system! Against all kinds of nasty things. Ridicule, insult, terror, pain, and who knows what else. Why...
THE GREAT WALL, pt 4 - WORKADAY WORLD
Work, food, sex, money, shit, piss, laughter, tears. These are the tools, trappings, and trifles of the workaday world. Perhaps the answer to my Wall riddle exists without as opposed to within?
Even though my inner world is chaotic, I can impose some order upon it, feeble minded as I am. Whereas the chaos of the external world is beyond my control. Hell, it doesn’t even ask my opinion. I...
THE GREAT WALL, pt 3 – THE GHOST THEORY
The thought dawns on me: perhaps I am conceiving of the wall/me relationship incorrectly. Perhaps, rather than the Wall allowing me to pass through it, I need to move the Wall through ME. To displace the particles of my consciousness for long enough so that I become immaterial, allowing me to move through it like a ghost.
Good in theory – but how to achieve this kind of formlessness? And...
“Life is tragic because you are supposed to rise above tragedy, not because life...”
– Chinua Achebe in the Voice
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On the Streets of Sydney
Ben Dickinson: And bring your drugs, maaaaaan.
Kris Moyes: This is my drug [puts hand on heart]
THE GREAT WALL, pt 2 - MEDITATION
Now, when I sit for evening meditation, before I even get near the Wall I am assaulted by a torrent of worry. This is the Wall’s first line of defense. In this game the Wall acts as a sponge and then a cannon; it absorbs the worry bouncing around in the void of my mind and flings it back out at me like so many fiery arrows. On a bad day this is enough to deter me and I retreat, back into the...
THE GREAT WALL, part 1
It’s a real thing and yet it has no actual form. I can feel it especially when I sit for an evening meditation. My breath slows and deepens, my spine gradually corrects itself into perfect alignment as my attention turns inward and my thoughts chase the cloudy wisps of nothingness. I become darkness, become nothingness, and swim towards the promise of eternal, expansive peace. And yet, without...
insights come together in instants, break apart...
I went wondering in the wood. I went wondering on the beach. I never had a destination. My world was limited by speech. Sometimes I wanted to smoke. Other times it made me sick. There was a division and I was trying to heal it or at the very least walk around it. I took some pictures while there, thinking I might be able to show some people what I saw but the film came out white.
“Adapt each one of your actions, and frame each one of your words in such a way...”
– Rudolf Steiner
