Usurp: A Definition


Usurp: A Definition

 

 

u·surp | yo͞oˈsərp |

verb [with object]

 

take (a position of power or importance) illegally or by force:

Richard usurped the throne.

 

•  take the place of (someone in a position of power) illegally;

supplant: the Hanoverian dynasty had usurped the Stuarts.

 

•  [no object] (usurp on/upon) archaic encroach or infringe upon (someone's rights):

the Church had usurped upon the domain of the state.

 

1  Richard usurped the throne:

seize, take over, expropriate, take possession of, take, appropriate, steal,

wrest, arrogate, commandeer, annex, assume, lay claim to.

 

2  the Hanoverian dynasty had usurped the Stuarts:

oust, overthrow, remove, topple, unseat, depose, dethrone, eject, dispel;

succeed, come after, step into the shoes of, supplant, replace;

informal fill someone's boots, crowd out, defenestrate;

archaic deprive.


The Stillness Before Time


XIX

 

Who would not like to meet and hear what was actually said by the many seers,

Before the propaganda mills of time usurped them to their own ends?

Histories have always been written and edited and rewritten,

By those who won or survived or passed by later.


The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim

 

26

Anything can be hijacked.

Anything can be twisted.

Anything can be altered

Anything can be usurped.

Anything can be manipulated.

‘Tis the nature of the beast within.

 

 

43

Anything can be usurped.

Anything can be distorted.

Anything can be rationalized.

Anything can be obliterated.

 

 

106

Consciousness can only be usurped by identity,

For as long as memory sustains the delusion.

 

 

137

 

Absolutely anything can be usurped.

Truth has been an unwitting collaborator to every sort of lie,

Ever since consciousness first parlayed the whimsical notions of irony and paradox.

What would existence be without their ever-brewing absurdities?

 

 

221

Truth, usurped by ignorance, yet again.

 

 

294

 

There is likely not anything born of mind, that cannot be usurped by ignorance.

 

 

337

Identity is merely awareness, temporarily usurped.

 

 

347

 

The boundless awareness is, without any movement of me or myself or I.

It cannot be altered, claimed, manipulated, possessed, or usurped.

It is the untapped spring, the uncarved block, the tabula rasa.

It is the primal source of all; partial or beholden to none.

It is prior to all manifestation, equally present in all;

And ever carries on after the dissolution of all.

 

 

400

 

What hope can there possibly be, when the bar,

Is set at meaningless, irrational absurdities, across the board.

When nature is usurped, ravaged, squandered, in every way, in every corner.

When the absurdity of trivia and distraction, carnivals and clowns, power and fame and fortune,

Become the mainstay, the lifeblood, the prime directive, the raison d'être.


Breadcrumbs 2015


Leftovers

 

Consciousness usurps awareness in every way, ever calling itself real.

Death tends to put a damper on this vain little pastime, ergo, tradition.

 

* * * *

All groups, all cultures, since the origin of language,

Have used their natural environment to communicate their world.

The sun, the moon, the planets, the stars, the climate, the geographical features,

The myriad fellow creatures from great to small, all play parts in every mythological paradigm.

In these our modern times, we use our own creations to decipher the universe about us.

Technologies, politics, religion, business, media, personalities, ad infinitum.

Every conceivable mind-made, artificial, contrived invention,

Has all but usurped the relationship with nature.

The rules of the game are ever the same,

But ignorance leaves us deaf and blind and dumb

To the one and only reality that all creation is eternally interwoven,

At such an indivisible level as to make any part absolutely inseparable from anything else.

Imagination, and all its fabricated notions, all its dualistic concoctions,

May believe it can control this biosphere, this cosmos,

But it cannot make-believe for long,

Much less forever.

 

* * * *

Male and female are merely long genomic strands of an evolutionary process

Designed for relationship with nature, relationship with each other, relationship with our selves,

That the ever-changing epoch and all its technologies have in every way usurped.

We are all suffering, we are all struggling, to find our way.

 

* * * *

The wily middleman cannot afford to inquire too deeply,

Else he would forfeit everything he has so cunningly usurped.

His talent is parlaying smokescreens to blind all to the truth within.

 

* * * *

How can the parochial mind ever fathom beyond its countless divisions, its countless limitations?

Thoughts of the rare few who discern a greater vision, despite all their good intentions,

Only again and again cause swells to crash hither and thither upon the shores

Of those unable to plumb deeply beneath the vast ocean surface.

The lone sheep dog can do little to protect the flock

From the crafty, resolute pack of charlatans and usurpers.

 

* * * *

Those who fathom eternal life abide artlessly in the ever-present moment.

To embrace the duality of space-time and all the assumptions of identification,

Is but the living death fashioned by the usurpation of awareness by consciousness.

 

 

Soundbites

 

What is nationalism but the will of the individual usurped by the synergy of mob?

 

* * * *

And these thoughts, too, undiscerning minds may well usurp in ways beyond counting.

 

* * * *

The jungle of mind has usurped the jungle of origin.

 

* * * *

Any thought process can be usurped.

 

* * * *

Just about anything can be usurped for one foul purpose or another.

 

* * * *

Be and allow, the highest law, is daily usurped across the human theater.

 

* * * *

Will these thoughts, too, be usurped by one meme or another?

 

* * * *

Is there anything that cannot be twisted, usurped, by some other agenda?


Breadcrumbs 2018


Leftovers

 

Timeless awareness is continually usurped by time-bound imagination.

Awareness is now, awareness is undying, awareness is eternal life.

Imagination is the dream of past and future, imagination is eternal death.

Knowledge and identification are artificial, knowledge and identification are dead.

To exist in the present, to exist unequivocally, to exist eternally, one must forget everything.

 

* * * *

Imagination is the usurper of perpetual, everlasting, undying eternal life,

It has created time and contrived mind into every permutation of self imaginable.

It has woven light and sound into arbitrary meaning, and deified shimmer and vibration.

It has commandeered truth, and interminably manipulated it into deceit after deceit after deceit.

And nature, alas, poor nature, so many crimes in every way, so many crimes to every end.

 

 

Soundbites

Do not be usurped by gossip, and by the way, it is all gossip.


Breadcrumbs 2019


Leftovers

 

How can the immaculate awareness be mine or yours or theirs or any other’s?

How can you be anything but keenly attentive to the indelible mystery you are?

How has imagination so usurped your awe that you are blind to your true nature?

How is it you accept fictions concocted by vain notion to illuminate the inexplicable? 

 

* * * *

The sciences have obliquely pointed out over and over, many ways, many times,

That the senses are but evolutionary, neurological creations, weavers of the mind's theater.

How long before the transcendental reality becomes clear beyond doubt, 

And awareness reasserts its rightful sovereignty,

Over the conditioned usurper born of imaginary design.

 

* * * *

Consciousness born of mind, born of the illusion inspired by the senses,

Ever conspires to usurp the awareness that enables its imaginary dreamtime,

But cannot because fallacy can never reign when smoke and mirrors is its only hand.

That which is but time and space can never capture even for a moment that which is eternal,

That which is unborn, that which is undying, that which is not of times and space,

That which is indivisible, prior to all that is temporal and mundane.

 

* * * *

In complete attention to anything unutterably engaging,

Little self evaporates and the awareness of true Self reigns,

Until the imaginary usurper regains its imaginary throne.

 

* * * *

The Me, the Myself, the I, are nothing more

Than the intangible, inseparable, indelible awareness,

Usurped by the dualistic notions of consciousness, of imagination.

 

* * * *

Whenever thought attaches to any sort of attribute,

Imagination usurps reality, death raises its conditional mind,

And the indivisible awareness seamlessly dissipates from center stage,

Serenely witnessing the eternal dream from behind the veil of consciousness,

The cloak that flutters amok in every rational and irrational way imagination allows.

 

* * * *

Imagination is but a streaming quantum dream,

Usurping awareness to fabricate an imaginary self.

It is only in a very still mind that you will be true Self.

 

* * * *

This spinning orb has been usurped by psychopaths, sociopaths, narcissists, and sundry miscreants.

The more innocuous, less invasive folk, abide the heart-breaking absurdities as best as they can,

Growing gardens, taking long walks, and staring at walls in coffee shops, bars, and ashrams.

 

 

Soundbites

 

Vanity is attachment to the quantum theater; the personal usurping the indivisible.

 

* * * *

How has imagination so usurped your awe that you are blind to your mystery?

 

* * * *

Absurdity usurped by madness.

 

* * * *

The usurpers will use any means to blind you, deceive you, into believing their way true.

 

* * * *

The usurpers always find ways to pervert the best intentions with one toll booth or another.

 

* * * *

Science will never usurp superstition.


Breadcrumbs 2020


Leftovers

 

Cultures across every time and geography have always added imagery and idolatry

– gratuitous, frivolous, meaningless usurpations ever born of imagination –

To their ceaseless speculations regarding this unsolvable mystery,

All of which are utterly pointless when it comes to the quest for truth.

 

* * * *

Any given system tends to eventually grow too large, too unwieldy, too stale,

And is usurped by more adaptable systems unbound by the same constraints.

It is the nature of the manifest garden, the manifest universe, since its creation.

 

 

Soundbites

 

Imagination can only usurp awareness for as long as the moment allows.