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My loves, affections and passions live
Wednesday, 6 March 2024 at 21:04
My loves, affections and passions live
The part of the loved ones which I lost is a reality which never lived, it was an abstract reality. Reality is not the simple abstraction which seems to have a magically self-projected and self-sustaining life of its own, apart from my thinking.
Abstract reality simply does not exist, having no mortality or immortality. The concrete reality which does exist lives in my mind. My all-embracing mind gives life to everything. The living multiplicity of everything is my living thinking.
My all-embracing mind, also brings destruction to everything.The life of a loved one in my thinking mind is also her death, otherwise I would be abandoning her to a fallen life petrified. My loves, affections and passions live, their immortality being their eternal mortality.
All things, be they lovers, nature, the past, indeed all history, if taken up outside the process from which they have sprung, becoming sensations, images, and thoughts, are the fallen non-truth that sickens the world.
The unity of all things in my mind may be confronted by what has gone before, by the past, by history;but this would be to face a satanic haunting rather than a thing of concrete value.
© John Dunn.
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This is me
Tuesday, 5 March 2024 at 21:05
This is me
Alone my mind, and all that is, is real. I am inconceivable as something before or apart from my own consciousness. I am both subject and object. This is me. I am my spiritual reality. I am the identity of myself with myself. I am both self and other, and find myself in my other. Without my other I would not even be myself, because I only am in so far as my other is. Nor would my other be would myself not be other, because my other is only conceivable as identical with me as the subject. In being reality, that which I am confronts me as my being.
© John Dunn.
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Life, the multiplicity of all things, is my mind's reality
Monday, 4 March 2024 at 20:29
Life, the multiplicity of all things, is my mind's reality
Immortality belongs to my mind, which is not in nature. I was imprisoned within a material ‘reality’ and the definite limits of birth and death. My selfhood was on course to remain trapped within these on the sure and certain path to annihilation.
Then I discovered that my selfhood, within which I appeared to haunt a ready-made world with other similarly imprisoned individuals, is rooted in my higher self, in which alone I am real. My concrete higher self contains my lower self and other abstractions, people and things. I cannot say that my higher self is before the birth and after the death of my lower, because to apply ‘before’ and ‘after’ would cause it to fall from the one to the many, and by destroying it as the one I should also be destroying the many, all people, all things, everything. In making time to be, my higher selfhood is rather outside every ‘before and after’ and contains them.
I do not transcend time, such that my selfhood stands outside time as one reality is juxtaposed to another. Time is, rather, held within me. What is limited by time from the standpoint of the many is infinite from my point of view. Life, the multiplicity of all things is my mind's reality, which is my experience of consciousness. My higher self is not in nature, but rather keeps its own infinity without which nature, in all its multiplicity, would be dissolved into the bleak indefiniteness of Ananke’s dark realm of one nothing.
© John Dunn.
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It is not space and time that are infinite, but rather my mind
Sunday, 3 March 2024 at 21:47
I gather to myself time as a fabric of thought. I open a door to the Logos and experience time as presence. (Thus spake Eros)
It is not space and time that are infinite, but rather my mind
If space were to escape the limitations of my mind, it would rest fixed, in equilibrium, complete and undisturbed as the interminable oneness of Ananke’s realm. As a fixed and finite thing outside my mind space would be an abstraction, nothing, a fallen thought, a fallen angel.
It is not space that is infinite, but rather my mind. My mind is the home of cosmic space. There is not a space which contains my mind. My mind is infinite, whilst space is finite. Space is finite in my mind, without being a fixed finite thing. Space is only conceivable through my thinking.
My thinking does not set the limit, and then cease to think. My thinking is unfailingly absolute, the Beginning always, ever setting and at the same time never establishing the limit. Space, however vast is always within my mind. My mind is superior to it, and can look beyond its limits towards remoter limits. There is no space without limit, but there is no limit that is not negated by my mind. It is not space that is infinite, but rather my mind; and as with space, so the same applies to time. I dominate space and time
Before the Beginning, space and time reigned supreme. There Ananke lay alone in a state of undifferentiated Oneness and equilibrium. Her’s the endless repeating cycle, her’s the infinite cosmos.
"I am all that has been and is and shall be; and no mortal has ever lifted my garment."
Ananke lay alone, untouched, unpenetrated, undefiled… until violated by Eros. My mind is Eros. I am opposed to the infinite cosmos, unifying it in my mind. I dominate space and time, breaking through and thrusting beyond every limit. I subdue and triumph over the cosmos by withdrawing myself from its laws.
What I am thinking of is as it is thought and not otherwise. I cannot think of anything but the truth in distinction from its contrary the false. And the truth is the absolute, for it cannot be but what it is. Truth is not subject to the spatiality and temporality of natural things; it transcends them in my thinking about them. Truth is eternal, it is not born, it does not die. The eternity of truth implies the eternity of my thinking in which truth is revealed.
Truth is transcendent and so too is my mind. Revealing truth means revealing the eternal also, capax Dei, feeling that I participate in the eternal. My thinking is eternal truth. My mind is Eros, Love, the Logos.
© John Dunn.
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Riding the lanes of Cambridgeshire’s chalk hills to medieval Duxford
Saturday, 2 March 2024 at 20:27
Published at 8pm Friday 1st March
New YouTube video
Riding the lanes of Cambridgeshire’s chalk hills to medieval Duxford
Hello and welcome, thanks for joining me on the ride today.
An excursion along the lanes of Cambridgeshire’s chalk hills to see two medieval treasures, with a nineteenth century windmill thrown in for good measure.
Great Chishill Windmill is not to be missed, an amazing example of rural engineering
A rare unrestored church in Duxford is explored, where not only architecture of the Middle Ages is discovered, but something too of the medieval mind.
Then on to the thirteenth century Duxford Chapel, a religious building, intimately connected to the history of an important road, now bypassed and hidden from most travellers who race by.
For now, I'm done.
© John Dunn.
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Space and time are in me, the transcendental ego
Friday, 1 March 2024 at 19:32
The multiplicity returns to the One. All multiplicity returns to the light of the Logos from whence it came
Space and time are in me, the transcendental ego
My glance cast upon the world dictates the multiplicity of all things, the manifold of differences which are nevertheless held together as one in my living thinking. Were I to think of nature existing before me or independently of me, indeed beyond me in any way, I would be thinking of the eternal equilibrium, the realm of Ananke, where 1=0.
All my past too is compresent in my living thinking. True, I have my past, just as experiences and learning are remembered, but what I retain is what I experience now, and the intellect with which I now understand is not the one with which I formerly understood, because having once understood my intellect is enlarged.
Now, in my present thinking, when I bring to mind the past from my life, moments seared into my soul, now with a sad regret, now with a passionate yearning, now with joy and now with sorrow, I am not comparing two realities, one present one past. To do so would be to compare two abstractions apart from me, devoid of me. Rather, I am comparing experiences that are equally present in my thinking, equally present because all my past is compresent in the present thinking me.
In other words, space and time are in me. I am the eternal present on which all the rays of time converge and from which all radiate. I will not set time up before me as pure time without my mind. I am the reality on which all realities are centred and from which all realities radiate. I am not in space and time, but space and time are in me, the transcendental ego. Space and time do not exist apart from me in their pure and abstract diversity. They have a real multiplicity, but only in the life which my mind makes for them by realising in them its own unity.
© John Dunn.
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