We are so captivated by and entangled in our subjective consciousness that we have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions.
quote by Carl Gustav Jung
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Objective knowledge, the idea of unity included, belongs to objective consciousness. The forms which express this knowledge when perceived by subjective consciousness are inevitably distorted and, instead of truth, they create more and more delusions. With objective consciousness it is possible to see and feel the unity of everything. But for subjective consciousness the world is split up into millions of separate and unconnected phenomena. Attempts to connect these phenomena into some sort of system in a scientific or philosophical way lead to nothing because man cannot reconstruct the idea of the whole starting from separate facts and they cannot divine the principles of the division of the whole without knowing the laws upon which this division is based.
quote by G.I. Gurdjieff
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Laura
I'd rather not be captivated here,
Inside a grocery store, awash
In pale, fluorescent light, by
Her. She bears another's name
And knows me, I always have
Feared, only as someone else's
Husband, nice enough, but
Not worth risking comfort,
Reputation, for, though I have
Glanced, at times, and savored,
Seen her in her bathing suit,
Beside the pool, and dreamed
Of leading her somewhere
Unseen, to bed or bushes,
And to ecstasy, my own, at
Least; perhaps not hers.
Now, here she is. She smiles
And speaks, and I can feel
Myself a planet being drawn
To black-hole eyes. I'd rather
Not be captivated, but it seems
I am.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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The distinguishing characteristics of mind are of a subjective sort; we know them only from the contents of our own consciousness.
quote by Wilhelm Wundt
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Eye sea visions
Eye sea visions
Turning into shadow
Disappearing with the dark nights,
Eye sea visions
Walking in my dreams
Pushing to join realities
Then eye fold my hands and wait.
Eye sea visions
Smiling in the face of the moon,
Smelling like flowers of the Seasons
Whispering a psalmist eulogy
Then, eye close my eyes and anticipate!
Eye sea visions
And eye feel irritated, as eye begin
To lament deceptions,
Intuition envelops me… as
Eye wonder the genuineness of this
Visions eye see.
©1997
poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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Peacefully Kept Secret
I...
Have forgotten,
From where I've come?
This must be something,
You are accustomed to saying to anyone.
Perhaps those you would prefer to see,
An attention to them come.
And that would not be me.
You see...
Not only have I not forgotten,
But I am still living in it.
In the same familiar environment.
I am just not of it!
And I perceive that is what you meant.
Since I hope you are not accusing me of negligence.
That would be an assessment,
From someone with a mind fixed on images...
And not deeds.
And...
That would not be me.
I can not blame you at all!
Who would suspect...
I'd keep an interest in placing my footsteps,
Upon the same sidewalks.
And no one would expect my visions kept,
To reflect upon those unaccepting.
However,
I...
Have 'not' forgotten,
From where I've come at all.
In fact...
I am happy,
To keep my seeking to reach...
Peacefully kept secret.
And I believe that is what you see.
But...
I am not here to focus upon your impressions,
You seek with a validation,
To fuel into an argument.
Or a wasting of my rebuttal to expose a slighted ego.
I am happy,
To keep my seeking to reach...
Peacefully kept secret.
And I believe that is what you see.
To hopefully be kept the way it is,
Peaceful as it has been earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But obviously as television began, it so undercut movies that he was trying to think of a way to combine seeing these special things, and the fact that people were just captivated by the magic box.
quote by Bob Balaban
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Ancient chippewa tradition
The dream net has been made
For many generations
Where spirit dreams have played.
Hung above the cradle board,
Or in the lodge up high,
The dream net catches bad dreams,
While good dreams slip on by.
Bad dreams become entangled
Among the sinew thread.
Good dreams slip through the center hole,
While you dream upon your bed.
This is an ancient legend,
Since dreams will never cease,
Hang this dream net above your bed,
Dream on, and be at peace.
poem by by unknown author
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Youve Forgotten
Youve been passed around from hand to hand
Cast upon the darkest sands
Now youre so confused that you can hardly stand
Forgotten, youve forgotten now youre on the run
Forgotten, youve forgotten
How to live beneath the sun
How to live beneath the sun
Before you left I thought I knew
That you would always need me too
I never thought someday, that Id be telling you
Youve forgotten, youve forgotten
The things you used to feel
Forgotten, youve forgotten
How to smile for real
How to smile for real
And for the changes you have made
Your beauty was the price you paid
All your dreams rose up and then you watched them fade.
Youve forgotten, youve forgotten
Youve forgotten, youve forgotten
The best is always yet to come
The best is always yet to come
The best is always yet to come
And how to live beneath the sun
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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For Purposes To Sustain Exaggerations
When one speaks from experience,
And not from visions that are embellished...
It is difficult to call one like this a liar.
Especially when what has been mentioned,
Is validated and confirmed by documentation.
When one speaks from experience,
It becomes unnecessary to reflect...
With self indulging introspection.
Like others who accept invitations to entertain,
For purposes to sustain sugar coated exaggerations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The God speaks
Macbeth speaks; Hamlet speaks.
We say Shakespeare speaks.
Krishna speaks to Arjuna.
We don’t say Vyasar speaks.
21.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I think in fact that unless there is an organic link between the subjective impressions of the author and his objective representation of reality, he will not achieve even superficial credibility, let alone authenticity and inner truth.
quote by Andrei Tarkovsky
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Dora the Deceiver
I screamed 4U,
The pain in my gut was the warning.
The visions of betrayal were vivid.
And the prophecy of dreams became fact.
You fell from my grace…
Lost soul of disgrace,
You hid behind the slamming of a door.
Dora, you become a metaphor…for a Mexican whore.
No more deception!
poem by Snake Blocker
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Dreams And Visions
Dreams;
Facts that keep flying away
From the paths of reality
Into the driveways of insanity
And there, they mock humanity
That pursues them for eternity
Then they lead us into depravity
But dreams are birds that flee from reality
Visions;
The strings that hold the future
And hang around in the paths of reality
Neither illusions nor misconceptions
Vision if fate in a nutshell
That holds our destiny transparent
And reveals all the current
That makes the energy of life.
Dreams fly, Visions stand the test of time
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different.
quote by William James
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I recall feeling an almost delicious terror when one day I found myself alone in the midst of tall June grasses that grew high as my head. But here the secret working of self consciousness is almost too entangled with the things of the past for me to explain it.
quote by Pierre Loti
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I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Sound is often talked about in a very subjective way, as if it had a colour. This is a bright sound, this is a dark sound. I don't believe in that because I think that is much too subjective.
quote by Daniel Barenboim
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
Turn To Gold
SHINE!
I don't know why
all the fiction of your sleeping
doesn't visit you awake
I don't know how to get your storybook sunrise
to follow you above your cloudy day
all these gifts you left on you
with heaven painted on you
i wish this now with all my soul
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
terrified the world will never turn to look at you
and the sun won't see you shine
she'll resign for rose cooked blush just from your smiling
let the water form a cry
only better luck should greet you
the road should rise to meet you
i wish this now with all i know
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
loose inside your winter
feel the cold wind blowing
cutting through your head and through your ears
feel the fire growing
no more frozen danger
no more wrteched ice storm fear
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
song performed by by Audioslave
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Ah Those Forgotten Childhood Dreams
Eyes are shut
I might sleep
with yearn for
just one last dream
I plead my heart to
make me sleep
to see those forgotten
childhood dreams
-
while in the bed
a pray to God
to make the night
fall so fast
eager to see
sunrise soon
to play cricket and
soccer in the park
no hunger no worries
in the thought
making best friends
after big fought
singing and swimming
in open streams
ah! ! those forgotten
worrieless dreams
the wake-up call
of Umi in the morn
the fresh smell of
parathas and butter
coming from hall
Baba's getting late
just because of us all
the anguished bang and
squeeze on the horn
ah! ! those forgotten
careless dreams
at the school
naughtiness of all
eying every girl
to be first love
blushing with shy
when teacher pinch a cheek
ah! ! those forgotten
fairytale dreams
-
thus now in dreams
I see myself
stumbling and roaming
in pitch black darkness
trying to find
those broken pieces
which went lost
in search of true love
poem by Asif Baloch
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