imitate thy self!

dear friends,

As I write to you, we prepare to land for Taiwan.

My head is pounding from editing videos on to live poetically with all of its noise and signal found within the symbols we toy with. It's all for play, I say. Forwarding and rewinding recursively for fun, monkey entertainment. The process, I tell you!

I wish to be naked in front of you, metaphorically speaking. I intend on sharing what is meant (at least to me) what noesis is; a noetic encounter! This is what I wish to depart into your awareness, my friend. What is noesis; a noetic thought experience?

In my view, it is a fancy word for curiosity & wonder, but perhaps, a bit more involved. Plato described it as the highest form of knowledge & wisdom (so it must be a big deal). A form of curiosity & wonder crystallized within the world of forms; chrysalis & christ, a crux I slip in.

If I were to describe with my "own" words, from my own experience, noesis is full submersion, full resonance (of what is)

It is a direct encounter with the highest forms, a divine glimpse of wisdom itself. It is difficult to attest to a noetic encounter as such would require pure awareness. There is no practical way to prove one is in a state of pure awareness, howeverso, I will try nonetheless, for the fun of it, I jest!

To express oneself, clearly (and cleverly) through imitation. Jump right in- -to the mirror of mirrors, meditation of meditations. This is what I try to mimic; the soul mirroring itself.

How does one mirror pure awareness?

your friend(ly) jakester

P.S. you should watch this video for secret poetic secrets, I weave; it's better to live poetically ;p ~

Aim & Intent: introduction to noesis; a noetic encounter, meditative prayer & awareness; practice of patience in pursuit of human nature & primal soul

*'Aware' I write.

'I am aware' I write with my left hand, scrap. Few days pass, I write 'we are aware!' in much neater left-handed writing. Synapsis snap!

Monke see, monkey do.

'I'd like to see a monkey write,' a thought to myself while typing; 'it intrigues me to think what they think about.' "You don't have to go far, ye ol' fart," a voice snicked.

These voices, they are not my own. I sense and intuit, in my own imagination, a mirror, I see. I remind myself: "our senses and intuition are simultaneously our most compelling evidence for transcendence (awareness) and our most unreliable guide."

‘I’m not old!’ “You’re getting there.” ‘Getting where?’ “To nowhere.” ‘Quit monkeying around with me.’ “You are monkey.” ‘Okay, wow.’

Science is the intuition of the collective humanity within worldly affairs; the collective consciousness. Religion and spirituality is another form of intuition. Monkeys, we are, running about, imitating and mimicking in this big game of telephone of which we call 'love'

How despicable of me to frame love in such a way. 'But it was not me,' I try to jest, a slip I confess. It is the narrator who writes, a mirror of me, a shadow of thought mirroring my own. Reframing, reflecting, refracting. What is a refraction of self?

The great imitation game we play, mimicking one another, the man in the mirror. Submerse myself, subversion, I intend full submersion; full resonance. How transience and foolish of me as I try holding onto this awareness.

“It’s a compliment, you’re not much different.”

‘How is it a compliment?’

“It jest is, they carry a certain primal love.”

‘Primal love?’

“Yes, something you need more of.”

‘How so?’

“You are blindly intelligent.”

‘Blindly intelligent?’

“Yes, blinded by your own intelligence.”

‘Okay, elaborate.’

“You don’t make the best use of your innate gifts. Your innate desires. Your innateness, you ape!”

‘What is innateness and how do I obtain it? Is it some noetic sense?’

“It is not something to be obtained. Be more like monkey, I say. No fancy words needed. Be youthful ye ol’ fart!”

…

noetic sense = curiosity & wonder x [???]

noesis = form of curiosity & wonder x [???]

Nara deer bow, jest for food. Why do they bow? Pavlov's paved law. Is that all there is?

“We are not that much different.”

‘MUMIN’ the wise monk.

I am monkey, monke! A monk of Truth. Why, there is no y? for monke knows the truth! Without knowing word, monke knows; knows more than you?

Primal spirit, primal soul, what is found at the core? The heart, it breaks, yes and no. It breaks, by your own hand, don’t you know? Be honest, yes, you foolish monkey; how your mind grows! It fools you, deceives you, within your own heart and perception. You perceive monkey foolery, how foolish we fall into. A divine folly! The truth goes untouched, near instinct and intuition.

The dragon’s well. Tiger on surface. You hang by a branch, sucking honey by each drop, ‘til a fool’s end! Climb up, tiger claws; fall down, dragon’s mouth. Pick your honey (rather poison). A monke knows only one way out!

‘They serve a king when they see one.’

Monke monke! King of monkey! Donkey donkey! Don Quijote! A-wandering monk, a-wandering knight! Thru the night, wanders a fool, led by the Moon. No baboon, balloons and light lanterns, fill the sky—

How tied are the mind and soul?

ShuShu’s soul, where does he go? His mind afar, his soul still here. You cannot deny, such a life. Intelligence and soul; what goes first? Direct your mind, direct your soul, the split will fold. You grow old, running towards the death you cannot leave behind. Lose your mind, you may. Jest don’t forget your soul! Your mind forgetful?!

I of imitation; eyes of imitation. A child’s eye, mimicry, we cry. Wonder, curiosity, it flees and flies. Joy, laughter, impression; we jest.

—Monke see, monkey do. A child’s cry, babbles, we try. Pain, suffering, it jumps and screams. Humor me this, relief it brings; we attest.

心灵 xīnlíng n. heart; soul; spirit

notice, noetic, noise. to notice, to attend to, no transaction. when attention is spent, patience is less. “pay attention,” they condition us to say.

‘what do you attend to?’ I say instead, ‘tend to the garden, to the temple, to the alter, we go.’

‘what remains when the noise dissipates? what do you notice?’ I patiently await.

“why wait?”

‘why notice?’

“I cannot wait.”

‘why rush?’

The babies, they babble on. Through imitation, they live on. How could we forget what’s within our instinct, our primitive insights; awareness so far gone. Have you forgotten, forsaking what’s within and of what’s without?

To enter a noetic state, one may intentionally use meditation or prayer. Here, we imagine a bathhouse full of hot water surrounded by the early cold air before dawn. Submersion and subversion of the physical body. We may not necessarily reach pure awareness, but perhaps we can arrive close through this lived metaphor.

加油；躺平！心灵 raw visual queues

The body submerges into the hot water within the bathhouse. The body is surrounded, a sensory experience. The mind is submerged, floating. Gratitude towards God, towards something beyond. Gratitude within, towards the witness existing. Two vectors moving, in parallel, yet opposing through crossroads contradicting. Minutes pass.

Cold water, cold air, cold shock, cold shower. Body abrupt, pattern interrupt. Subversion, the body adapts quickly to the change, it must. Attuned, returning to blank thought, focused, fixated on returning to a certain state of being. Submit yourself. Seconds pass, you have not quite mastered the cold. Return to blank thought, a blankness of blankness, mirroring itself, brisked.

Return to the hot water; full submersion, full resonance. Push forward, yet let go. What is felt; what remains but a curious thought, a mantra repeated over and over?

“Abide in that which is unchanging.”

‘You monkey, you cannot stop thinking about thinking, mimicking your own thoughts.’

“Do not be so harsh, caught in your own human words. There’s a certain beauty to monkey brain, monke see, monkey do. Does a monkey love?”

“a philosophical term for pure, direct intellectual understanding or apprehension, a grasp of truth beyond sensory data or discursive reasoning”

The nature of wisdom and of arriving towards it is a mind fuck, I admit. But a good rule of thumb to engage with it is to focus on the questions rather than the answer.

What is the role of intuition? What is the role of expression? Of symbols, memories, code, language, and words? Where does knowledge come from? How do we learn? The source of intelligence and spirit? Why do we learn? Imitation and mimetic theory? How does it all connect, intersect, and interweave?

What is meant by imitating oneself? Do we even have the capacity to imitate ourselves?

Let’s start with defining some of the ground, metaphorically speaking, in Kantian fashion.

a priori = Knowledge independent of experience

a posteriori = Knowledge from experience

Noesis = direct grasp of necessity, not of sequence.

The moment of insight feels like:

That necessity is the a priori component.

But the route to seeing it ran through symbols, time, and experience.

Hence:

ie. a poet learning from their own poetry upon rereading their own poems, writing poems from then on, imitating thy self-

“Oh Romeo, my Romeo, let down your hair! Don’t be so bitter, your romance sweet of age. Grow old, I wish on you! Bear fruit from your barren fruit. Be clever, don’t ever sever, the branch of what is. Never sever; an early death. Bittersweet poetry, felt, unknown.”

‘I cannot live without-“

“Do not wish death, caught in death’s eye, you mustn’t let lie.”

‘I cannot be convinced-‘

“Conviction is a lie and convenience of the spirit. Do not be conned.”

‘Then what of the point of love and spirit?’

“Purpose is a man-made prison. Live without attaching the search of meaning of worldly matters and affairs. Be free towards what is unknown.”

‘Is there no purpose for love and spirit?’

“Purpose or not, you must live on.”

‘For what reason?’

“Must there be a reason?”

‘Yes or I will fall ill into my own lonely wandering, aimless and broken.’

“Not all who wander are lost.”

‘A wandering fool!’

“A holy fool!”

‘-a holy fool? How hollow!’

“You are a fool for love and spirit. You are no different. We are but monkeys mimicking, a fine endeavor still nonetheless. Play at the heart, primal souls we are.”

‘You confuse me with your monkey language.’

“Without language, without the word, what are you?”

‘What are you getting at?’

“Try to answer.”

‘How may I answer without the words I speak?’

“Try.”

‘…’

“You are a soul, a spirit, with heart, yes.”

“You give into what is and of what lies true. Life is contradiction, never still.”

“You mustn’t go awry when the head loses. The heart beats without knowing its own purpose. Awareness, a double-edge sword.”

‘I-‘

[???]

“Do not stab yourself in your romantic swordplay. How tragic, you are!”

‘…’

“In Rome, betrayal, et tu, you Brute!”

“I spout out truth, yet the truth leaves me too, fugit!”

‘My mind, it twists, your words, they split.’

“You speak with the devil’s tongue, beware, the words you speak.”

‘The head, it hurts, give me space.’