The Scripture of the Golden Eternity - Jack Kerouac

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Dear Friends,

 

My, my, my, this piece by Jack Kerouac is superb! Lynn, a poet friend

shared it with me today.

 

 

 

from

The Scripture of the Golden Eternity

by Jack Kerouac

 

 

You are the golden eternity because there is

no me and no you, only one golden eternity.

 

This world is the movie of what everything is,

it is one movie, made of the same stuff

throughout, belonging to nobody, which is what

everything is.

 

Sociability is a big smile, and a big smile is

nothing but teeth. Rest and be kind.

 

The words "atoms of dust" and "the great

universes" are only words. The idea that they

imply is only an idea. The belief that we live here

in this existence, divided into various beings,

passing food in and out of ourselves, and casting off

husks of bodies one after another with no cessation

and no definite or particular discrimination, is

only an idea. The seat of our Immortal Intelligence

can be seen in that beating light between the eyes

the Wisdom Eye of the ancients: we know what

we're doing: we're not disturbed: because

we're like the golden eternity pretending at

playing the magic cardgame and making believe

it's real, it's a big dream, a joyous ecstasy of

words and ideas and flesh, an ethereal flower

unfolding and folding back, a movie, an

exuberant bunch of lines bounding emptiness,

the womb of Avalokitesvara, a vast secret

silence, springtime in the Void, happy young

gods talking and drinking on a cloud. Our

32,000 chillicosms bear all the marks of

excellence. Blind milky light fills our night;

and the morning is a crystal.

 

When you've understood this scripture, throw it

away. If you cant understand this scripture,

throw it away. I insist on your freedom.

 

Kindness and sympathy, understanding and

encouragement, these give: they are better

than just presents and gifts: no reason in the

world why not. Anyhow, be nice. Remember

the golden eternity is yourself. "If someone will

simply practice kindness," said Gotama to

Subhuti, "he will soon attain highest perfect

wisdom." Then he added: "Kindness after all

is only a word and it should be done on the spot

without thought of kindness." By practicing

kindness all over with everyone you will soon

come into the holy trance, definite distinctions

of personalities will become what they really

mysteriously are, our common and eternal blissstuff,

the pureness of everything forever, the great bright

essence of mind, even and one thing everywhere the

holy eternal milky love, the white light everywhere

everything, emptybliss, svaha, shining, ready, and

awake, the compassion in the sound of silence, the

swarming myriad trillionaire you are.

 

Cats yawn because they realize

that there's nothing to do.

 

This world has no marks, signs or evidence of

existence, nor the noises in it, like accident

of wind or voices or heehawing animals,

yet listen closely the eternal hush of silence

goes on and on throughout all this, and has been

going on, and will go on and on. This is because

the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought

of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention

to it. At night under the moon, or in a quiet

room, hush now, the secret music of the Unborn

goes on and on, beyond conception, awake beyond

existence. Properly speaking, awake is not really

awake because the golden eternity never went to

sleep: you can tell by the constant sound of

Silence which cuts through this world like a

magic diamond through the trick of your not

realizing that your mind caused the world.

 

I was smelling flowers in the yard, and when

I stood up I took a deep breath and the blood all

rushed to my brain and I woke up dead on my

back in the grass. I had apparently fainted,

or died, for about sixty seconds. My neighbor

saw me but he thought I had just suddenly

thrown myself on the grass to enjoy the sun.

During that timeless moment of unconsciousness

I saw the golden eternity. I saw heaven. In it

nothing had ever happened, the events of a

million years ago were just as phantom and

ungraspable as the events of now or of a million

years from now, or the events of the next ten

minutes. It was perfect, the golden solitude, the

golden emptiness, Something-Or-Other, something

surely humbly. There was a rapturous ring of

silence abiding perfectly. There was no question

of being alive or not being alive, of likes and

dislikes, of near or far, no question of giving

or gratitude, no question of mercy or judgment,

or of suffering or its opposite or anything.

It was the womb itself, aloneness, alaya vijnana

the universal store, the Great Free Treasure, the

Great Victory, infinite completion, the joyful

mysterious essence of Arrangement. It seemed

like one smiling smile, one adorable adoration,

one gracious and adorable charity, everlasting

safety, refreshing afternoon, roses, infinite

brilliant immaterial golden ash, the Golden Age.

The "golden" came from the sun in my eyelids,

and the "eternity" from my sudden instant

realization as I woke up that I had just

been where it all came from and where it

was all returning, the everlasting So, and

so never coming or going; therefore I call it

the golden eternity but you can call it anything

you want. As I regained consciousness I felt so sorry

I had a body and a mind suddenly realizing I

didnt even have a body and a mind and nothing

had ever happened and everything is alright

forever and forever and forever, O thank you

thank you thank you.

 

 

Friends, thank you for being in my life. Thank you for your kind

teaching, and thank you for your love.

 

Love, love for Peace, and you,

Mazie

[Guest guest]

, sraddha54@h... wrote:

> Friends, thank you for being in my life. Thank you for your kind

> teaching, and thank you for your love.

 

You're welcome!

Thank-you!

 

David

(reflection)

>

> Love, love for Peace, and you,

> Mazie