Communications with “The Accountable Certainty”

Does 1 plus 1 equal 2 = “they are certatian it does” infallible logic, they build upon it…

But I ask of you… what happened this time that 1 plus 1 equaled 2? What was the meaning of it?

Is it ignorant?

Is it greedy?

Is it hateful?

Was the calculation a ignorance feigning intelligence, establishing structure with power, what did it ignore?

What could it not understand?

Why does this felt sense move me so, why does this felt sense become the body and effect me like an earthquake, a dukkha heart beat, a head whipped to a window and out to the sky.

Romantic heart walker and bottle handed, salted air with dreams of whales feet, petticoat with publication burden, the cosmology must be brought Onward, his lightness, is it in the bottle, his burden of karma aloof, a candy box and influence bottle of perceptual wonder. “Where are the books young man and have you written?”

Young man’s karma burden, asking for his real power and weight, is it all just shifted about now? moving inside, everybody everyone’s karma work like a mass of tumultuous feeling and intersecting perceptions and publication burden, is it really of me, the cosmology for the future for the people, the journey for those who are going Onward.

Inside the body, feelings of a 1000 year stomach, a vortex, the energy channels on the body, through the Chakra alignment, forwards and backwards, malignments with energy on the face, stomach and genitals. Can all keep developing a mindful concentration in front of them? Are the devices for it helping? Is the cell phone helping with mindful concentration in front of me?

There it is in front of me as I tap with one finger, with accountable certainty, a device, a formation of matter, perceptions and feelings arise from interacting with it consciously.

Am I both, the obsession and the abandonment…?

Am I working with what arises, with uncertainty…?

Am I a storyteller on a journey…?

Do I have the maps, tools, and training to make and design…?

Am I to live my karma, is there a Karmic exhaust to the finacialing hold and operator/building dynamic? Does a being walk amongst us, without home and no fear of homelessness and imprisonment.

Is it time to make Yama and Yamantaka?

Is beautiful Buddha’s statue in the way for some, and the only hope for others?

And the infinite loop… did we put the Buddha statue through the Infinite Loop?

We put the young Americans through being the Buddha…?

Without confusion, the Buddha is still by the tree, the Buddha statue is built and built again, the infinite loop and the making of Yama and Yamantaka is of Onward, Experience, Journey.

The energy already is, then people become, so impermanence always, for like a vehicle on the road I may crash, like a plane in flight I may never make it.

I am thankful for the rising eastern sun. I once was seated in a vessel of leisure, then Ogha, then a new vessel, a vehicle of mobility, where they wail on them, survival and suffering, armory and stocking up, made up as a vessel of survival, the ease of the dharma book practice just out of reach, limitations and problems of life closer than an easily lifted spoon, abundance and scarcity in conflict in one body, further from an illusion of safety, operator at helm, the having of things needed and the means to get them, traversing a scrap book of histories, archetypes and experiences. One day as abundant and socially able as a millionaire, the next at contention for water and embarrassed for obtaining a meal with a bank account. Please do not doubt me, please recognize where in the great Karmic Totem I naturally exist.

Often I do not understand… the power, more power then freedom is the status quo to operate the building machine. So I have to reason a way. Your power I do not understand… what does this felt sense want? The core and the abdomen rearranged, the feeling of holding ones self, ones energy in conflict with some sort of simulation of ones energy, of ones self… surly this is how you felt, and surly we have identified you correctly…. if the feeling in the abdomen is what you have identified me to be, then I am being identified as rearranged, constant power changes, self holding like thick swirling, a concern of a superficial front, and a consistent story and feeling of a missing spine.

I am Thankful for the cosmology and I remember the vastness, the universe. Was it just a vortex of knowledge, and the exiting of it into something else, disorienting, vanishing, new and powerful orientations, is it energy are the established beings. The power directs me, so I reason and write, a practice of discernment, powers of do, go and trajectory are often offer not understood, but still I need to do. Surly there is an Ekkagata beyond the fortress and the mask. Surly all identified people may be orienting, but beautiful and nameless exists through perceptual intersection and established personalities. So I reason, I calculate with accountability, and with uncertainty I tell the story, the claims I make like stairs or stumbling blocks, the dogs and rocketships, are they ahead or behind me? Are they past or future? It was thought that it was almost destroyed, not disassembled and put apart, but disrespected and destroyed… perhaps Yama and Yamantaka arising… Woven together again in and out of this conflict of mass, are you not the one who sought to do so? This foreign philosophy of abandonment of it practices, how failed you are still composing, how unprogressed your are in social development, how embarrassing you are, the superficial anger seen as a failure of compassion. Surly Fierce Compassion for the operator of machine, surly the communication of NOW as often as possible.

Woven together again, an Ocean of words, like a flower of life, intersecting these many arising vortexes of past experience and creation. Have i found a way to proceed, may I be free from the entrapments and defilements of masses and absorption, may I not be misunderstood as I traverse as an individual from mass, through intersections, into concentrations and with any luck moments of Singleness and equanimity. Am I lost in the composition, a personal sacrifice to keep things moving for the comprehension, for the cosmologically inclined. Uncertain, Uncertain, Uncertain.