kinetic flowers, vitamin d, the mind, sunlight and the light within

 

kinetic flowers, vitamin d, the mind, sunlight and the light within..

there is some great consesus that the production of D in the body from sunlight heals everything from depression to you name it. odd that hopsitals are closed florescent rooms to this powerful phenomenon. maybe not odd. maybe lost to dogma. 

i think of sick plants as sort of powerful representatives to what is actual and right: water, terre firma and sunlight.. pretty simple healing.

reading some of the buddhist dharma this morning i came across an argument about the mind and what it actually is. it would be hard to conclude my own thoughts and findings without the context of the volume but i can say that ejecting from a "birth and death" paradigm and injecting ones self into what he is – actually available for sensing and perceiving versus what he or she thinks is being perceived or what is susceptible to perceiving – this might truly be synonymous with our countable and uncountable senses which, working in harmony and balance, seem to all and all at once look, without fear, deep within. 

the teaching said it is impossible to fully illuminate a room through the windows of an exterior lamp. i love the example. we cannot see our organs yet are highly aware of them because of the eternal light inside. but one must "invite" that light in; all the way in. without this inside lamp and the careful observation and critical changing of our insides, it is impossible to illuminate light to the world. and thus the recognition finally of the observing mind; neither inside nor outside, neither tangible nor intangible, perceives deeper into the world as the interior of ourselves begins to heal and to actually "see". 

the question was raised "can you see your own eyes? can you see your own face?" the kneejerk reaction was "no" but then perception took hold and the answer to me was, "what is actual seeing/perceiving?" and thus the definition of the eternal mind. 

further, all that we perceive we along with the mind create; every flower and blade of grass. if i create darkness in my mind, the flora dies. if i invite the light, house the light, let the light illuminate the dark undusted places within, suddenly that light can radiate through the openings of my being and spill out onto the world joining the outward light in oneness and in life-giving perception. but it requires something other than a "dust" reality. it requires an eternity and agelessness mindset. 

the world is trapped in a "should or should not" dust to dust reality when the cleaning of within is the actual eternity; the nirvana we all crave. instead the worldly pursuits bow us down to the all craving of the physical eye – the heaven on earth we facilitate with "stuff" when actually, we, with clean and pure inner body, can illuminate and manifest the green grass of this gentle path toward enlightenment, without longing or affections for earthly things. 

the truth-telling is not what is manufactured or manipulated, but what is truly, with open empty hand and empty mind, sensed and then created and perhaps even given away. 

the flowers did not grow before our perception of their pleasant aroma. we, the light and the eternity we invite to live inside of us, smelled their aroma and longed for them to take shape long before the seed was planted. the seed began within us. it was "planted" in us by a desiring loving entity. we thought and spoke the flora into existence and they appeared in congruence with all that comes out of what is internal – the goodness of intent, pouring kindly out of our deep desire and intent to thoroughly clean ourselves within, to invite in and partner with the light, in order that we might actually "see" and simultaneously "house" goodness. 

be encouraged today; transformed by the renewing of your minds.

love you

jP 2022

(photo jPayne 2022)

A Life in Song w/ Clem Snide

 What I love about Eef Barzalay (aka Clem Snide) is that he has this way of drawing out absolutes — compressed with even-tempered emotional subtext sans all the dripping manipulative hooks or barbs or expectations most artists all-to-often need or even require from the listener or the friend.

In his podcast “a life in song” he is as pure in his intent to give away parts of himself to actual people — no matter how difficult or deserving or undeserving or broken or destroyed they are. To me, this is Eef. To me, this is his music. I can’t speak for his own secrets, but they offer such a rich surface that no one can doubt he’s seen God and has seen himself truthfully.

I’ve known Eef 15 years, but recently I was invited in — to be a part of Eef’s life on a handful of morning walks.  And just as he invites us in with his music, I was invited to travel with him down the narrow path of kind allowances. We walked in and through woods and glens and trails and ponds and fence rows and hedges and steams and flowers and fields and talked long in the contrast about unnatural things but always settled in kindly confessions of simplicity and art and nature and creation and gratitude and provision. Therein was no judgement and was born a profound place to begin telling a story — my story. 

I’ve come to see since this podcast, that Eef seems to be allowing the subject to self-debase in the kindest way; to look into a different kind of truth-telling mirror, to tell hard but absolute truths about it all and all over again and to reflect and find new morsels of meaning — again without hooks or barbs or expectations. The story, these stories, simply get to be more of THE story; another level of discovery without judgment; a mystery confessional of sorts along a path to new understanding until at last, Eef writes the storyteller a song; a gift for the exposé. And that song — wow — the song he gives away to his storytellers can echo in them a brand new life and perspective into what had sometimes become cerebral, stale, forgotten, unheard. And in the light of inspiration; of being heard, the storyteller is allowed to cope with his doubt, and one’s past miraculously changes filter and lens. 

Eef somehow downloads all that has been said and transforms it into what is unknown; and now known, into song, and that song into colorful truths and threads so unimaginable  the cerebral mind could never think it or invent it; something so otherworldly, but so so spot on, and done merely by inviting and offering an ear to bend — many ears to bend in the opportunity for fresh and exciting new light upon the story. And just when those close by had seemingly stopped listening, caring, understanding, reacting, assimilating action, there was a new audience apart from the seemingly tired nature of the home crowd. 

The word “garble” before Webster was a pure word that meant to sift and sort through to find what is the best. I’ve often used this word under scrutiny even among scholars, but when I point out that Webster has manipulated the language to suit itself and then when I quote the Latin verbatim, people look at me with astonishment. How dare I reinvigorate what is real into the matrix? Has Eef not done this? 

What we’ve been given, oftentimes we simply accept; our stories for example; the stories of others; the way we see them or have been made to feel about them from those close by; Judged like the friends of Job, we often judge just like them; no truth to be had except for shoulda-coulda-woulda and the story fades into the valley of shame. 

When David said “ … the valley of the shadow of death …” he was talking about the valley of shame. “I will fear no shame.” Shame literally means “the bad place”but further it means the exposure of a man’s penis or private parts. God said to Adam, “Who told you you were naked?” And then the curse when all along the purity there was from God. 

Yes, the world as an overreaction to the prudence and privacy has made a man’s privates quite a terrible and awful and even reprehensible thing apart from it’s created and original context. But David, stripping off naked before the Lord upon his return to Israel and dancing like a newly delivered babe was surely a curse-breaker pure as the driven snow! His wife Michal and those close to David rebuked him for this act, so much so, his wife was struck barren for manipulating and twisting David’s pure heart. And thus the curse. 

Yes I go a long way here, but to be heard and to be seen; for one’s darkness to be made into song; celebrated by the loving heart of a minstrel, a psalmist, surely this is the heart of a king; a breaker of curses and the “garbler” the sifter and sorter of the vile to find precious truths. 

The meanings of words have origin; deep-hearted origins; the Latin or the Greek or Aramaic; we build language profile from there. If a man has never questioned even the words out of his mouth, everything he says is steeped in slight versions of truth until in not very many years the words are so wrong, so destructive that others begin to base their lives on absolute lies. 

Consider now how far gone the word “garble” is from the potency of its true meaning. If one wants to read the Bible, they must get below Gregory to even start finding truth. And thus a man’s story; the true meaning and meanings and considerations and consternations and struggle to find absolute truth — the story he tells himself and to others — what it’s become versus what it actually is — A song. 

Eef restoratively declares, “Everybody has a story and everyone deserves a song.”

Truth-seekers are rare. Further, willing guides toward that truth, rarer. 

For this man to put himself out there, and to listen to stories from otherwise commoners, and reinvigorate both they and story with perspective and color and unimaginable truths about themselves; truths not traditionalized but interpreted from a source and origin beyond himself; surely this is the highest calling of man, and the most exalted labor of love I personally have ever experienced. To have been lovingly garbled and to have been seen, the same is my new life’s purpose; the work of saints, and like Eef, the work of willing prophets. 

jP2022

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My Only Memory

I long for you in ways that only you can understand. I am not ready understand them. Understanding would pursue my longing and hunt it down and destroy it. I am a feeling only you can carry and you are the verse of a song. I was moved at the first pass of it. I don’t dare listen again should I lose the subtext and context of that first moment I felt it go by; that first moment I felt you go by; you a breeze that calls all the other breezes into the submission of my only memory. 

jP2022 July

 

Joshua Drew Payne Vocal Reel

 The Many Voices of Joshua Drew Payne

https://m.soundcloud.com/leeroybrownmusic/the-many-voices-of-jp-vocal

Water into Wine; Wonder Bread into Manna

Thought you all might benefit maybe or at least enjoy some info I just sent to a friend via email about slate mineral the bodies need for it and how to get it into yourself. I know I don't post here often, but you always know how to reach me. 

 

LOVE LOVE jP 22 

 

 

 

Dear so and so,

 

Borax or Sodium Borate is an essential slate mineral that USDA claims is poison. Ah.. the rub. Boiron is the brand of a homeopathic sublingual tablet for the daily supplement of said poison, essential for reducing inflammation and the bodies over-reactive responses to EVERYTHING! In three's magnesium, potassium, calcium, not necessarily in order will do the work of this slate mineral if it is not present in your body and thus cause serious deficiency in this said trinity and all relatable diseases will abound. The highest concentrations in the world of Sodium Borate are in California and in Italy, south along the water line to Rimini from Verona and down in the basin of the Mediterranean. That Med basin is among the richest in the world for slate mineral which is why people living there, eat whatever they want and live forever. 

 

Dose: 4 ounces of Aqua Panna every hour and 8 oz before bed. Wait. Urinate. Sleep. Wake early, Urinate. Start again. 

 

BOIRON: 5 sublingual tablet as the labeling prescribes. Never depart from it! 

 

In one year take an accounting, all the while moving very slowly to an all veg diet. Take salt baths in order to prevent Herxheimer reaction. Toxins have to escape and the dermis is the best alternative to an all-out organ dump which kills people trying to get clean. Salt baths do this effectively, but exit the water at 12 minutes on the dot. 

 

Now that levels are regulated it's time to correct diet and live in an absolute raw and blanched veggie state in order to give the body a second level chance to completely eliminate bacteria and viral infections lodged into the spine. In another year, one will be free of said maladies and the body will not longer think itself a slave to the bugs that had overtaken it. It will think and do for itself. Bugs be gone! 

 

Parasites. Cleansing of parasites need not be awful. Once a month eat black walnut in pill form. Once a week take 600 IU of B1. Daily eat lemon zest, carrot (unpeeled), garlic, turmeric, ginger, and hawthorn (pill form). A NOTE about Hawthorne. Take it and it only solo for one week to see it and understand it in ones body. Then one can recognize the need or overabundance of it in the system. My firm recommendation is to do this with ALL supplements. People get toxicity most times from a multivitamin. The body is not a cure-all throw in a bunch of shit kind of machine. It knows the difference between a walnut and an almond and heats the stomach accordingly. Fine tune it by fine tuning what you put into it. Listen to every single thing that goes in. Food combination need be a rare dainty. Eat plain. Take time. Gather. Eat something by itself. Give that something time to do its work then eat another thing but only if you want it ... later, later, later. Discpline! 

 

SLATE MINERALS: Remembering that fertilizer blocks the uptake of all slate minerals into plants, decide now to grow your own and Eat seasonal. Even certified organic produce is covered in shit. The eventual game is to be independent of the outside food game. I make water bread nearly every cooking day and nothing compares to it. Processed food be gone. LASTLY if you must eat what is not PERFECT, for heavens sake bless it: thank God for it! And pray the most important and most often overlooked miracle that exists on earth: FOR the healing of our food. Water into wine; Wonder Bread into Manna! Love you jP 

 

 

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