Dune Sayings and Quotes

No matter how exotic human civilisation becomes, no matter the developments of life and society nor the complexity of the machine /  human interface, there always come interludes of lonely power when the course of humankind, the very future of humankind, depends upon the relatively simple actions of single individuals.

The prophet is not diverted by illusions of past, present and future. The fixity of language determines such linear distinctions. Prophets hold a key to the lock in language. The mechanical image remains only an image to them. This is not a mechanical universe. The linear progression of events is imposed by the observer. Cause and effect? That’s not it at all. The prophet utters fateful words. You glimpse a things “destined to occur”. But the prophetic instant releases something of infinite portent and power. The universe undergoes a ghostly shift. The wise prophet conceals actuality behind shimmering labels. The uninitiated then believe the prophetic language is ambiguous. The listener distrusts the prophetic messenger. Instinct tells you how the utterance blunts the power of such words. The best prophets lead you up to the curtain and let you peer through it yourself.

The realisation of what I am occurs in the timeless awareness which does not accumulate nor discard, which does not stimulate or delude. I create a field without self or centre, a field where even death becomes an analogy. I desire no results. I merely permit this field which has no goals nor desires, no perfections nor even visions of achievements. In that field, omnipresent primal awareness is all. It is the light which pours through the windows of my universe.

The singular multiplicity of the universe draws my deepest attention. It is a thing of ultimate beauty.

Some never participate. Life happens to them. They get by on little more than dumb persistence and resist with anger or violence all that might lift them out of resentment filled illusions of security.

Ready comprehension is often a knee jerk response and the most dangerous form of understanding. It blinks an opaque screen over your ability to learn. The judgemental precedents of law function that way, littering your path with dead ends. Understand nothing. All comprehension is temporary.

Humans are born with a susceptibility to that most persistent and debilitating disease of intellect: self deception. The best of all possible worlds and the worst get their dramatic colouration from it. As nearly as we can determine there is no natural immunity. Constant alertness is required.

Many things we do naturally become difficult only when we try to make them intellectual subjects. It is possible to know so much about a subject that you become totally ignorant.

The writing of history is largely a process of diversion. Most historical accounts distract attention from the secret influences behind great events.

A Fremen dies when he is too long from the desert. We call this the water sickness.

The future of prescience cannot always be locked into the rules of the past. The threads of existence tangle according to many unknown laws. Prescient future insists on its own rules. It will not conform to the ordering of the Zensunni nor of science. Prescience builds a relative integrity. It demands the work of this instant, always warning that you cannot weave every thread into the fabric of the past.

Church and state, scientific reason and faith, the individual and his community, even progress and tradition- all these can be reconciled in the teachings of Muad’Dib. He taught us that there exists no intransigent opposites except in the beliefs of man. Anyone can rip aside the veil of Time. You can discover the future in the past or in your own imagination. Doing this you win back your consciousness in your inner being. You know then that the universe is a coherent whole and you are indivisible from it.

It is said of Muad’Dib that once when he saw a weed trying to grow between two rocks, he moved one of the rocks. Later, when the weed was seen to be flourishing, he covered it with the remaining rock. “That was its fate,” he explained.

–The Commentaries

You will learn the integrated communication methods as you complete the next step in your mental education. This is a gestalten function which will overlay data paths in your awareness, resolving complexities and masses of input from the mentat index-catalogue techniques which you have already mastered. Your initial problem will be the breaking tensions arising from the divergent assembly of minutiae/data on specialized subjects. Be warned. Without mentat overlay integration, you can be immersed in the Babel Problem, which is the label we give to the omnipresent dangers of achieving wrong combinations from accurate information.

–The Mentat Handbook

If you believe certain words, you believe their hidden arguments. When you believe something is right or wrong, true or false, you believe the assumptions in the words which express the arguments. Such assumptions are often full of holes, but remain most precious to the convinced.

–The Open-Ended Proof from The Panoplia Prophetica

Above all else, the mentat must be a generalist, not a specialist. It is wise to have decisions of great moment monitored by generalists. Experts and specialists lead you quickly into chaos. They are a source of useless nit-picking, the ferocious quibble over a comma. The mentat-generalist, on the other hand, should bring to decision-making a healthy common sense. He must not cut himself off from the broad sweep of what is happening in his universe. He must remain capable of saying: “There’s no real mystery about this at the moment. This is what we want now. It may prove wrong later, but we’ll correct that when we come to it.” The mentat-generalist must understand that anything which we can identify as our universe is merely a part of larger phenomena. But the expert looks backward; he looks into the narrow standards of his own specialty. The generalist looks outward; he looks for living principles, knowing full well that such principles change, that they develop. It is to the characteristics of change itself that the mentat-generalist must look. There can be no permanent catalogue of such change, no handbook or manual. You must look at it with as few preconceptions as possible, asking yourself: “Now what is this thing doing?”

–The Mentat Handbook

The universe is just there; that’s the only way a Fedaykin can view it and remain the master of his senses. The universe neither threatens nor promises. It holds things beyond our sway: the fall of a meteor, the eruption of a spiceblow, growing old and dying. These are the realities of this universe and they must be faced regardless of how you feel about them. You cannot fend off such realities with words. They will come at you in their own wordless way and then, then you will understand what is meant by “life and death.” Understanding this, you will be filled with joy.

–Muad’Dib to his Fedaykin

At the age of fifteen, he had already learned silence.

–from “A Child’s History of Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

Many have marked the speed with which Muad’Dib learned the necessities of Arrakis. The Bene Gesserit, of course, know the basis of this speed. For the others, we can say that Muad’Dib learned rapidly because his first training was in how to learn. And the first lesson of all was the basic trust that he could learn. It’s shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult. Muad’Dib knew that every experience carries its lesson.

–from “The Humanity of Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct. This every sister of the Bene Gesserit knows. To begin your study of the life of Muad’Dib, then, take care that you first place him in his time: born in the 57th year of the Padishah Emperor, Shaddam IV. And take the most special care that you locate Muad’Dib in his place: the planet Arrakis. Do not be deceived by the fact that he was born on Caladan and lived his first fifteen years there. Arrakis, the planet known as Dune, is forever his place.

–from “Manual of Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

My father once told me that respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. “Something cannot emerge from nothing,” he said. This is profound thinking if you understand how unstable “the truth” can be.

–from “Conversations with Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

Prophecy and prescience–How can they be put to the test in the face of the unanswered questions? Consider: How much is actual prediction of the “wave form” (as Muad’Dib referred to his vision-image) and how much is the prophet shaping the future to fit the prophecy? What of the harmonics inherent in the act of prophecy? Does the prophet see the future or does he see a line of weakness, a fault or cleavage that he may shatter with words or decisions as a diamond-cutter shatters his gem with a blow of a knife?


–“Private Reflections on Muad’Dib” by the princess Irulan

God created Arrakis to train the faithful.

–from “The Wisdom of Muad’Dib” by the Princess Irulan

Echoes or Residual Fate?

I have a notion that sometimes a life event of some significance has an echo a number of years later. That echo may be a reminder of the previous event and perhaps the need to recapitulate it or it may be an indicator of residual fate, some stuff that must get done in a given lifetime. It is difficult to differentiate between these two themes. The only real indicator is the relative permanence. The echo will fade faster than residual fate.

If for example, we were fated to meet then that fate would keep presenting until we did. If we had learning to do together, the universe would bring us together, whether we liked it or not.

It is easy to get into a mind spin considering lost opportunities, squandered fate and the like.

My dream yesterday is pointing me back to a particular time of life. The time when I was exploring spirituality. At the time I was a can of Red Stripe and a spliff, {several} sort of guy. What I noted in many of the so-called spirituality gigs was that there were a lot of “grey hairs” as in people. The gatherings were conducted, smoke free, with a cup of tea and a cucumber sandwich. Much like high tea at a boarding school or at the church centre after service. Others were obsessed with vegetarianism and healthy eating. There was a lot of polite small talk and it seemed to me a holier than thou mentality. I was in my thirties. I thought to myself; “If you guys are recruiting and trying to get people to join your ageing organisation, this is not the way to do it, time-warp city Arizona.” Some tried to evangelize vegetarianism to me. This didn’t impress the then hardcore vegan.

Unless you are really perverted the attitude of a boarding school Matron all name tags in underpants etc. is not overly attractive. Grannies telling you how to behave isn’t alluring.

And now I am that age myself.

What do I see? I see the “youth” apparently obsessed with their ‘phones and their image. If I was thirty years younger, I might even be sending dick picks to potential girlfriends. I too have become a dinosaur.

I have postulated that my recent patent application is little more than an echo of events 20 years previous. In a similar way the post of Toltec things yesterday is contemporary of that ancient phase space too.

Everybody has to gain life experience to learn and maybe it is only when one has messed up a sufficient number of times that one really turns towards learning. So maybe spirituality is a property of age? I hope not.

If I was cynical, I could get someone to write some spirituality app. and then flog it on the internet.

The question is will that phase space re-phase into an echo or actual residual fate, work to do before I shuffle of the mortal coil and pop my clogs, kick the bucket etc.

Hmnn…

Dreams and Karma

The first thing to say on this subject is that many have a difficult relationship with sleep; they have difficulty nodding off, they don’t get enough sleep or they get too much. Many worry about sleep and others about the dreams therein. The second thing to say about this is that dreams (and visions) underpin and are a part of, many widely followed world religions. In the relaxed, at ease and stress free western world, many are wont to say;

“It was only a dream…”

Dreaming is natural. Everyone does it. Not everyone recalls their dreams. There are lots of opinions about dreams ranging from psychosexual, mystical, horror stories to space cadetry. Some are entirely conscious that they are dreaming when they are dreaming. For most people dreaming is a place where the problems of the day are gone over and filed. This dreaming is not deep dreaming nor true dreaming. It is internal dialogue, carried over into sleep.

Dreaming however can be of great aid in understanding Karma. It can advise on the past, encouraging one to review life to date. It can point at how to work with the Karma of the present and the time around that. It can guide to future fate and even destiny. Some dreams are very powerful and have implications wider than the indiviudal who dreamed them.

Dreams concerning fate and destiny are by way of signposts to a possibility opening in the web of life. It does not mean that the dream will actually manifest, that depends upon actions taken. Sometimes dreams of the future play out near verbatim.

Working with dreams can lead you to some very interesting places. BUT you have to listen to them AND act upon them. In order to start to work with dreams you need discipline. This sets the INTENT and allows dreaming to start to work in a different way.

Learning to dream true, takes time.

Those suffering from the burden of immediacy find it very difficult to adjust to the timescales of dreaming. Being ever in a hurry the dreaming cannot manifest nor coalesce.

That part of being which transmigrates between lifetimes is the Dreamer. This is the Soul or reincarnating Jiva. The vehicle into which it incarnates, including its personality, is the Dreamed.

The Dreamer chooses where it incarnates into. It does this to work directly with Karma.

All through life the Dreamer overshadows the Dreamed and whispers over its shoulder. It wants the Dreamed to get busy working with Karma. The Dreamed is often deaf, deluded and downright stubborn. The Dreamer has no option left other than to “ramp things up” until such time as the Dreamed starts to pay attention. It does this through dreaming both at night time and by dreaming in life circumstance for the Dreamed to work with. If it so chooses the Dreamer can precipitate a point of crisis for the Dreamed.

The Dreamer wants to drive the vehicle, the Dreamed resists. This can cause the car to crash!

It is with eyes closed that we can hear the whispers of our Dreamer the most easily. Unless you can still and silence the internal dialogue, you will never hear these whispers. There is no space amongst all that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!

An intelligent being seeks to work with Karma. A stupid one ignores this.

Learning to Dream True is one of the quickest and most efficient ways of working with Karma. For Dreams, if you like, give the lesson plan from which to work. The exercises are set by your own inner teacher, the Dreamer. They are bespoke and tailored for you and you alone. This 1:1 teaching is quick, profound and effective.

If you learn to Dream True your life will unfold in unexpected ways. You will see beyond the facade of social conditioning and be introduced to the many layers of life which exist beyond the mundane and the 9:5.

Dreaming True is the adventure which ends in liberation.

Having said this there are many cul-de-sacs which glitter and sparkle with glamour. There are very many lost in these. All things Astral shine like stars to the glamoured beings. The personality, the Dreamed, loves baubles and trinkets. The Dreamer sighs heavily in frustration.

A large part of Dreaming True is very simple.

This is the truth and because it points at simple things to do with behaviour and attitude, it is often disregarded. There needs to be work done in order to learn from Karma. People are often lazy.

The Dreamer requires the Dreamed to experience discomfort and hence, learning.

It is exactly here where many give up on the idea of working with dreams. Whilst things are pillow fluffy and exciting, dreaming is OK. When the Dreamer says CHANGE! most give up the ghost or rather give up on the ghost. They try to forget their dreams and frustrate their Dreamer. This is Self-Sabotage, the SELF tries to sabotage the Soul!! This causes discomfort and tension in being. There is no happiness, no sense of being whole. There is a civil war going on in being. This state of civil war abounds and as a direct consequence, humanity suffers.

Who is driving my vehicle, my personality, my EGO, or my Soul?

Why Karmic Destination?

This is the opening page from one of my other older blogs.

Each second of our lives we are shaping both the present and the future by our thoughts, our words and our deeds. We are Karma in the act of manifestation. We are shaping our destiny, hence we are engaged in DESTINATION; the act of making destiny.

Each life are we born again into this world to live out a fate which is a part of our destiny; destiny being comprised of all the fates we have.

Our actions have causal links to all that has gone before; they are effected by these causes. Our Karma is the palette from which we paint our lives. We can try to work against this or use it creatively. If we have an unfinished masterpiece we can abandon it in a huff or get busy.

The purpose of each life is evolution and we are born with the tools we need for every life. This is because we choose the circumstances of our birth precisely, in order to fulfill our fate for a given lifetime and in so doing, take one step closer towards our destiny.

Through working with or against Karma we are actively engaged in DESTINATION.

Sense8

The wife and I have been watching this series, in which diverse individuals, across the globe, are in telepathic contact and in times of trouble can lend their skill set to one another. There is a bit of pollitical corectness, targeted marketing and efforts for inclusion, but the story isn’t down graded by this.,

The “contact” is at first weak, but it grows stronger.

This is a group thing, karmic. The dudes in sense8 are fated to connect.

In any case, it is a groovy TV series.

Am I at the edge of your mind, are you in mind?

Sense8?

Espions, faites vos jeux.

on the wheel of rebirth

pick a number

roll a ball.

Faites vos jeux!

 

play out your fate

before is too late

and a finger taps,

calling “Time”

 

a roulette of chance

the music of dance

an hourglass figure

is counting, only sand

 

who can own life,

lest poised on a knife,

scaling a balance?

every second weighs

 

only a little wheel

in a circle surreal

in which you are

of course, the centre

 

if the galaxies knew

that it is, around you

where they must pivot

and, sur les pointes

 

if you get all in a spin

because you want a win

you have not the perspective

of a cosmic detective

 

live in your puddle

and forever a muddle

affirm you are right

until your last night

 

on the wheel of rebirth

pick a number

roll a ball.

Faites vos jeux!!

Fête

Amongst the idée fixe

incroyable Jack

puts on his Mac

and searches in the rain

 

He sits down with Jenny

to spin out a penny

a coat of tales

that might turn heads

 

They think him Montgolfier

a puffed up balloon

filled with airs and graces

a powdered buffoon

 

But fair miss Clotho the Fate

still turns at her spindle

spick and span to allocate

all those Cunard berths

 

Sitting in Versailles

at his triptych of glass

he sees dressing table reflections

of all the days yet to pass

 

He is all powdered wigs

and syphilis sores

tolerated and yawned

by all those he bores

 

And now his Lepidoptera life

has grown death as a moth

despite all the naptha

they put in with the cloth

 

Lachesis takes up her Toise

to measure standard yards

as he sings his soliloquy

to his image, deafened  by cards

 

The ones he drew on lucky dip Lotto

to experience the exponential silence

with all the longevity of coffins

and its harsh and unbending violence

 

Yet now the apropos of Atropos

stands with scissors and knife

she waits for that moment

to cut short the darn of his  life

 

Strung out on a wire

a simple hanger for clothes

bent and moulded

and darkened with woes

 

Incroyable Jack feels it so

that sharp asymptote of today

spans the vast chasms of tomorrow

No, no matter what he does say

 

And while they all sit to split hairs

none has heard a single his breath

which goes round all 45s

a Colt, the last cylinder death

 

Life throws him googlies all Impatiens

where the every last of desiccated dreams

is petal pressed between pages and bound

and stitched and ironed in all of the seams

 

And now his garment

has near worn away

The Moirae are happy

and turn off the candle of day

 

Incroyable Jack packs up his bags

no Euromillions for him

just a penury and a poorhouse

to take square on the chin

 

And when the Acheron calls

out comes both his last shillings

to pay for his little terminal trip

and now Oh Boy, is he man, willing

 

The dice that he long ago cast

were not ever meant to long last

so now incroyable Jack finally leaves

and still no, not one, no-one, believes

Strange Calm

Here pervades in Autumn sun

dressed in filigree bird song

and the haze of meadowsweet,

a light serene in the fields

 

A strange calm

 

The faint buzz of chainsaws

prepares logs for winter hearths

and I remember when they called

called at dinner time

 

A strange calm

 

Hints perhaps at journeys new

the shiver in my belly

has now passed with the letters

eased out my fingers

 

A strange calm

 

Waits here and around the corner

in a far off land

should eyes but see and hear,

fate will take another bow

 

A strange calm

 

A most peculiar life to date

and as sure as sixpence

this is so very true.

What does that fletcher have in store?

 

A strange calm

 

As the arrows are prepared,

points are sharpened

and they are feathered for flight

then put in quivers to be cosy

 

A strange calm

 

Soon the sun will kiss the sky

all perfect pink and rosy

and when the stars have gone abed

the morning star will usher

a new day

 

and it will not find me

where this one left me

 

A strange calm

Dream 14-2-12

I arrive early one morning at Brixton tube station in South London. The entrance is blocked up and there is a builder’s scaffold in the way. There is no-one around. I start to climb the scaffolding and it turns into a ladder of sorts. I start to climb the “ladder”. The route is narrow and confining. The “ladder” keeps on going up. Others start to follow me. The ladder leads to a small corridor. There is a sensation that this corridor will lead to another “ladder” going down. The workers there are laying a bright blue carpet, oblivious to the people wanting to cross and get to the ticket hall. I hear an announcement;

“Will Alan please come to the main ticket hall, there is a message there waiting for him…”

I make my way to the main ticket hall and go to my locker, it is #18. Inside my locker is a black snooker / pool ball with 18 in a white circle on it. I open the ball into two halves. Inside there is a message which now scrolls across consciousness;

“The extremely difficult we do tomorrow, the utterly impossible will take a little longer. Take courage for you do have the courage to do this…”

Having now found the way through the scaffolding the commuters start to file into the train station.

This is possibly realted to my Triskelion dream.