Wednesday 25 March 2009
allegorical highway
Watch out for and ignore accidents on the mental highway. Looking at the car wrecks will likely lead to a crash straight into the sleepy blues. If you ever get involved with the cops, always remain silent because everything you say can be used against you.
grease
The ordinary way to look at new information it is as if it were paper on a page,
while the non-ordinary way to see it is to see what it says about how things work "up there" --in your noggin.
In other words, the simple grease their hair,
while the mystics grease their brains.
while the non-ordinary way to see it is to see what it says about how things work "up there" --in your noggin.
In other words, the simple grease their hair,
while the mystics grease their brains.
Thursday 19 March 2009
here and now
What if "here" and "now" are thoughts that never actually happen--thoughts that don't exist?
Man oh man, would Tolle be in doo doo up to his armpits if everyone on the "Living in the Now" ride were to suddenly realize that...You know--if people saw that they weren't any more in the here and now than they were when they were when they got fired from their job 3 years ago.
If you're game for a strong drink, scratch "What if?" and see what happens.
Man oh man, would Tolle be in doo doo up to his armpits if everyone on the "Living in the Now" ride were to suddenly realize that...You know--if people saw that they weren't any more in the here and now than they were when they were when they got fired from their job 3 years ago.
If you're game for a strong drink, scratch "What if?" and see what happens.
Tuesday 17 March 2009
The Panic of Absence
I'm not here. So I try to fill this absence up with crap.
Crap includes my job, thinking, everyone I've ever met and writing this nonsense.
But the absence behind my face is also in all the crap I use to try and fill it, so nothing actually happens. Nothing I can do about this nothing. It's everywhere and I know it.
Just water pouring into water always.
Crap includes my job, thinking, everyone I've ever met and writing this nonsense.
But the absence behind my face is also in all the crap I use to try and fill it, so nothing actually happens. Nothing I can do about this nothing. It's everywhere and I know it.
Just water pouring into water always.
Admit It
All your spiritual longing, study and learning is nothing more than Great Entertainment.
Nothing wrong. Just call a thing what it is.
Nothing wrong. Just call a thing what it is.
Sense of Self
Today, was there a 'sense of self' all day long?
Or is it imposed after the fact?
Right here, there is looking at the screen, thinking 'what is this idiot writing about?' and feelings in your body. Right?
Just consciousness streaming, your unique predicament is just the totality expressing itself. Nothing wrong. No self. Already enlightened.
Or is it imposed after the fact?
Right here, there is looking at the screen, thinking 'what is this idiot writing about?' and feelings in your body. Right?
Just consciousness streaming, your unique predicament is just the totality expressing itself. Nothing wrong. No self. Already enlightened.
Thursday 12 March 2009
Looking Out
His disciples said to him, "When will the kingdom come?"
"It will not come by watching for it. It will not be said, 'Look, here!' or 'Look, there!' Rather, the Father's kingdom is spread out upon the earth, and people don't see it."
"It will not come by watching for it. It will not be said, 'Look, here!' or 'Look, there!' Rather, the Father's kingdom is spread out upon the earth, and people don't see it."
A Silly Misunderstanding
'Look: what you think of as your 'self,' what you perceive as an individual person, this idea of being a separate entity, a body-mind-personality-soul-intellect: this is a subsequent by-product, an artifact, an almost accidental side effect of this streaming, this flowing of Consciousness.
It is the streaming of Consciousness in this organism which the organism inaccurately perceives as a 'mind' which it thinks is its own: it is the very Consciousness streaming in this organism which allows this perception at all, which makes it possible for this organism to think it is other than that same Consciousness. A simple, innocent misperception. And a silly one, because the very One who appears to be thinking this, who appears not to see, not to understand that it is not as a separate individual and is only as All That Is, is Itself the very I-ness that is the only Is-ness of all seeing, of all understanding. '
It is the streaming of Consciousness in this organism which the organism inaccurately perceives as a 'mind' which it thinks is its own: it is the very Consciousness streaming in this organism which allows this perception at all, which makes it possible for this organism to think it is other than that same Consciousness. A simple, innocent misperception. And a silly one, because the very One who appears to be thinking this, who appears not to see, not to understand that it is not as a separate individual and is only as All That Is, is Itself the very I-ness that is the only Is-ness of all seeing, of all understanding. '
David Carse
Perfect Brilliant Stillness
Tuesday 10 March 2009
get 'em guards!
In your mental prison-without-walls,
the only opportunity to learn anything new
is when they guards aren't trying to keep you in line..
....and they're always trying to keep you in line!
(For you idiots out there: the guards are your ordinary train of thought--trying to keep you distracted. They're not trying to distract you from anything in particular--it IS a prison without walls, after all.)
the only opportunity to learn anything new
is when they guards aren't trying to keep you in line..
....and they're always trying to keep you in line!
(For you idiots out there: the guards are your ordinary train of thought--trying to keep you distracted. They're not trying to distract you from anything in particular--it IS a prison without walls, after all.)
chicken
There was some really tasty curry chicken sitting in the refrigerator all day. I did not eat it because I did not know it was there. Because I didn't know about the chicken, I ate handfuls of dry cereal all day. Had I known the chicken was there, I would have had it for lunch.
It's easy to see if you know what you're looking for.
If you're looking for something, it's hard to see what you're not looking for.
If you're not looking for something, it's hard to see anything.
It's easy to see if you know what you're looking for.
If you're looking for something, it's hard to see what you're not looking for.
If you're not looking for something, it's hard to see anything.
Sunday 8 March 2009
Saturday 7 March 2009
Yeah...yeah...
"Yeah, yeah... I remember now. That's gotta be the 300th time today! I'm gonna
clip my fingernails instead."
Maybe that's a little unclear..
Your train-of-thought stays on the same track because you forgot you've already
thought about it (many times) before.
Here's what happened to my -box- when it was first introduced to nonduality/no-self/neo advaita and that kinda stuff;
"Who Me?
Yes You!
You?
"You" "Who?"
Not me.
Couldn't be!"
Over and over and over and over.
It's...as they say...All In Your Head
If humans didn't have such a bad memory, then they might have had an easier time seeing what life is all about.
Their situation now goes a little something like this:
Two plus...what was I adding again? Did I already add two? Two plus (forget) two plus (forget) two plus (forget) two plus (forget)
(Those humans.....Few of them ever get anywhere, as they are content just spinning their wheels. Maybe it's because few of them remember what they set out to do!)
(And few of them ever set out to do anything.)
A mystic knows when he's making progress when things become less and less clear.
Can you guess why?
Don't bother--I'll fill in the blanks:
It's because he notices that what he called 'clarity' was his own illusion.
(err..that's how I know I'm having fun)
Bad Memory Is Good Memory For Sleepwalkers...But It's A Pain In The Ass For Would-Be Mystics!
Talkin' about bad memory...When I'm talking to people about This Kind Of Thing..I often forget about all of the hell I went through to -get here-.
Then it dawns on me that -all of that hell I went through- is just another thought from where I stand.
clip my fingernails instead."
Maybe that's a little unclear..
Your train-of-thought stays on the same track because you forgot you've already
thought about it (many times) before.
Here's what happened to my -box- when it was first introduced to nonduality/no-self/neo advaita and that kinda stuff;
"Who Me?
Yes You!
You?
"You" "Who?"
Not me.
Couldn't be!"
Over and over and over and over.
It's...as they say...All In Your Head
If humans didn't have such a bad memory, then they might have had an easier time seeing what life is all about.
Their situation now goes a little something like this:
Two plus...what was I adding again? Did I already add two? Two plus (forget) two plus (forget) two plus (forget) two plus (forget)
(Those humans.....Few of them ever get anywhere, as they are content just spinning their wheels. Maybe it's because few of them remember what they set out to do!)
(And few of them ever set out to do anything.)
A mystic knows when he's making progress when things become less and less clear.
Can you guess why?
Don't bother--I'll fill in the blanks:
It's because he notices that what he called 'clarity' was his own illusion.
(err..that's how I know I'm having fun)
Bad Memory Is Good Memory For Sleepwalkers...But It's A Pain In The Ass For Would-Be Mystics!
Talkin' about bad memory...When I'm talking to people about This Kind Of Thing..I often forget about all of the hell I went through to -get here-.
Then it dawns on me that -all of that hell I went through- is just another thought from where I stand.
Friday 6 March 2009
Your Intellect, The Universe and what they have in common.
Since your intellect is the mind functioning within the illusions of the world-image, its questions and problems are always born of illusion, and wrong in themselves, and the reality of things will always be unintelligible to it.
-J. J. Van der Leeuw, 'Conquest of Illusion'. p171.
-J. J. Van der Leeuw, 'Conquest of Illusion'. p171.
Why am I writing this?
Is the wrong question entirely. It invites an explanation, a laying out on a plain. Furthermore, such an explanation is just more me, story spinning.
A 'why' is a curveball.
The question which has sent me spinning, losing pieces, free falling into the void this all is, is what the hell is writing this, and well...
you know the answer to that one.
A 'why' is a curveball.
The question which has sent me spinning, losing pieces, free falling into the void this all is, is what the hell is writing this, and well...
you know the answer to that one.
Why are you reading this?
Your vaulting ambition for attaining some abiding imaginary state means that you're always over-leaping yourself.
You've been sold some idea by some conman.
For fuck's sake, you're jumping an imaginary fence!
And what you thought you were just doesn't have to do that anymore. Stop carrying on and address what fundamentally is the case.
You've been sold some idea by some conman.
For fuck's sake, you're jumping an imaginary fence!
And what you thought you were just doesn't have to do that anymore. Stop carrying on and address what fundamentally is the case.
Thursday 5 March 2009
Tuesday 3 March 2009
if it weren't for..
If it weren't for your bad memory, you'd realize you've just been thinking the same things over and over again your whole life--you'd get bored with thought very quickly.
the place to be
You get to a place where you just want to be honest--you see that all of the roles you play, all of the knowledge you've acquired..you see it's nothing. You see that outside of all of the acting there IS nothing, and that nothing is going on all the time.
"But wait a sec," you say..."If there IS nothing, then nothing is something!" And when you see that, it won't be a problem (unless you've got something against nothing).
"But wait a sec," you say..."If there IS nothing, then nothing is something!" And when you see that, it won't be a problem (unless you've got something against nothing).
Monday 2 March 2009
what if...
What if all of you thoughts suddenly were in a language you did not understand?
Reflect on that. It's not some rhetorical drivel. Bake your noodle on it for a while.
Reflect on that. It's not some rhetorical drivel. Bake your noodle on it for a while.
Saturday 28 February 2009
Thursday 26 February 2009
waiting for the messiah
You may think that because you moved away from organized religion, or moved into the more esoteric/mystical aspects of religion and/or spirituality, that you think it is silly that people are waiting for the messiah to return to straighten things out. "Some people are so stupid," you think. You may think that because you are seeking enlightenment or seeking truth that you have given up the waiting game and are taking on the truth yourself. You may think about how stupid and primitive people are for believing in some rumored super-being that they've never actually seen.
Consequently, if you are waiting for a special experience, then you are waiting for the messiah. You want some help, some guidance, someone or something to tell you "there it is, you have it." It keeps your spiritual pursuit going. It keeps all the spiritual/enlightened egos going. It keeps the giddy feelings you get from thinking about the concepts going.
What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the messiah? How much longer will you wait?
Consequently, if you are waiting for a special experience, then you are waiting for the messiah. You want some help, some guidance, someone or something to tell you "there it is, you have it." It keeps your spiritual pursuit going. It keeps all the spiritual/enlightened egos going. It keeps the giddy feelings you get from thinking about the concepts going.
What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the messiah? How much longer will you wait?
who can hear this?
The only way you'll ever grow up is by taking an honest look at what is actually going on in your experience as well as everything you've been avoiding your whole life: fear, death, destruction, motivations, beliefs, assumptions, being false(pretending to be someone/something you're not, the hollow core of your personality), and being alone.
How long will you dabble with spiritual ideas (and material ideas...not that there is a difference) before you recognize that they are all dead ends? Will it ever come to a point where you want to find out what you really are? Will it ever come to a point where you want to know what this is all about? Who can hear this?
How long will you dabble with spiritual ideas (and material ideas...not that there is a difference) before you recognize that they are all dead ends? Will it ever come to a point where you want to find out what you really are? Will it ever come to a point where you want to know what this is all about? Who can hear this?
Death? Pah!
The question of what might happen after death became irrelevant for me. The notion of a continuation of the experiencer doesn't matter
when there's just no question of an experiencer anymore.
Experience will keep on going on for Nobodies everywhere until it
doesn't. The singular I-ness will keep on shining on through the shit,
looking at itself and pretending it's many.
when there's just no question of an experiencer anymore.
Experience will keep on going on for Nobodies everywhere until it
doesn't. The singular I-ness will keep on shining on through the shit,
looking at itself and pretending it's many.
It's Fucking Frustrating
To listen to me prattle on about indivisibility when your experience is of a self divided from the rest of the world. I remember that feeling well.
All I can say is that it is inevitable that the bottom will fall out of the bucket and that exposure to this message has a funny way of decoding who you thought you were.
You have been warned.
All I can say is that it is inevitable that the bottom will fall out of the bucket and that exposure to this message has a funny way of decoding who you thought you were.
You have been warned.
No Need To Be Confused
By those who implore you to Be Here Now or proclaim The Power of Now.
There isn't a 'now'. To say there is a 'now' implies that there is a past and a future which are real and that one can avoid being in this thing called the 'now'. These 'teachers' offer instruction how to keep in the now and even label the past as 'past now' and future as 'future now'. How perplexing!
It's all utter nonsense.
'Past' is just memory streaming and 'future' is just memory projected.
You can stick your head in the sand all you like but come on. You know there is only ever this.
There isn't a 'now'. To say there is a 'now' implies that there is a past and a future which are real and that one can avoid being in this thing called the 'now'. These 'teachers' offer instruction how to keep in the now and even label the past as 'past now' and future as 'future now'. How perplexing!
It's all utter nonsense.
'Past' is just memory streaming and 'future' is just memory projected.
You can stick your head in the sand all you like but come on. You know there is only ever this.
If You Meet The Buddha On The Road, Kill Him
Whatever you are looking to as an outside authority is keeping you stuck.
Any teacher who places himself on any kind of ladder is a fraud, is mistaken or has a screw lose.
There is no such thing as outside authority. What you perceive as authority appears in consciousness and is part of the totality. There are no divisions in the universe. You merely project a net on reality and in truth, you, the net and 'reality' are unbounded, indivisible and hologram-thin.
Keep tearing down those walls, baby.
Any teacher who places himself on any kind of ladder is a fraud, is mistaken or has a screw lose.
There is no such thing as outside authority. What you perceive as authority appears in consciousness and is part of the totality. There are no divisions in the universe. You merely project a net on reality and in truth, you, the net and 'reality' are unbounded, indivisible and hologram-thin.
Keep tearing down those walls, baby.
Proof
No need to believe any of this. Beliefs are votive, they have to do with what you would like to be true, more story.
What I'm talking about here is a priori, self-evident, immediate and obvious.
The proof is in the pudding, so tuck in!
What I'm talking about here is a priori, self-evident, immediate and obvious.
The proof is in the pudding, so tuck in!
Story Time
No need to pay attention to the story of your life. When it comes, enjoy it, because fighting it and 'Killing Your Ego' is just another story. There's always gonna be a story.
Realise, though, that the story isn't always there, that it is just another story, that it has nothing to do with what is the case.
What is the case is who you are and to concretize into merely a story is fraudulent.
Realise, though, that the story isn't always there, that it is just another story, that it has nothing to do with what is the case.
What is the case is who you are and to concretize into merely a story is fraudulent.
Wednesday 25 February 2009
Doesn't Matter
Matter is such a fundamental thing, and when it doesn't matter I'm free. Mattering is what happens, but mattering doesn't matter. Meter comes from the word matter as does 'mother' and thus every other thing.
'Matter': The substance or substances of which any physical object consists or is composed: the matter of which the earth is made.
'Matter': The substance or substances of which any physical object consists or is composed: the matter of which the earth is made.
Origin 1175–1225; Woody part of a tree, material, substance, deriv. of māter (mother)
Matter. Mother. Ma. Maya...
Maya: The transitory, manifold appearance of the sensible world, which obscures the undifferentiated spiritual reality from which it originates; the illusory appearance of the sensible world of matter.
Matter. Mother. Ma. Maya...
Maya: The transitory, manifold appearance of the sensible world, which obscures the undifferentiated spiritual reality from which it originates; the illusory appearance of the sensible world of matter.
When matter doesn't matter you're free.
Autobiography
I love stories. Especially my own. But a story is a story is a story and whatever happened to me will certainly not happen for you.
Still, apparently people want to hear so here it is. A big fat dollop of Ego Ice Cream.
Somehow, all spiritual quests begin in cliche and end in laughter. The laughter is to do with what you thought had been true all along, that you had been fooled in the most fundamental way.
I'd been vaguely spiritual since little, piling down the yoga books, tantric treatise and lighting votive incense. Of course, these things brighten up the corners but do not de-lodge you from the matrix of me.
When I was in my early 20's, I went off to India with the hope of meditating my way out of 'Samsara'. As a good friend of mine says, meditating is just staring at the back of your eyeballs. I escaped Camp Buddha and went downtown, and smoked hash with the locals. This was far more interesting.
A yearning had opened up in me though, for something I already knew.
For years I messed around with Gurdjieff, Kabalah, Vedanta, Vegetarianism, Shamanism, Hatha Yoga, psychedelic psychotherapy, 'non-duality' and many more dead end streets peopled by colourful 'beings' all Phony-Holy and trying loudly to convince everyone their story was true. It was all bullshit. There was always an agenda.
I ended up sitting in front of an old man in a cardigan who didn't have an agenda. He kept telling me that there is no self, there is no division and there is just this.
Pah, I thought. Another one. But I kept coming to hear him, I don't know why. It made me nervous to listen.
One day I took myself off to sit in a park to read and write and sunbathe. I was filled with an adventurous sense of child-like wonder and a strange nervous energy.
As I sat there, reading, one line struck me, it read:
'Zoom out, until there is no sense of self, no sense of duality'. It hit me like an eighteen-wheeler.
I felt light headed, and everything seemed to thin out and brighten. I laid back, laughed, danced around, wrote poetry, read Whitman and it finally all made perfect sense. THERE WAS NO ME ! THERE NEVER HAD BEEN! WOAH!
Since that day, the me-contraction has come in and out but it doesn't convince any more. Not at all.
Nothing can force your liberation. You read this and your mind whirrs and goes 'what book?', 'what park?', 'how can I develop a sense of childlike wonder?'
No no no.
You're missing it.
It's here.
Your eyes, looking at the screen (apparently).
Feelings in your body (apparently).
What you think of as yourself is a smear on the window of This.
Trying to see this hides it.
You are it.
What you are looking for is this, and there's simply nothing you can do to escape what is self evident already.
You don't need the next book, teacher or satsang. Face up to the fact that all that is merely spiritual entertainment. Nothing wrong with that but it ain't gonna set you free, baby.
What you really, really are is utterly free. Always has been. Cannot be otherwise.
Sadly, this-what-you-are cannot really be written about, certainly not directly described, but hey, stop fooling yourself. You know what I mean.
You
are
it.
Still, apparently people want to hear so here it is. A big fat dollop of Ego Ice Cream.
Somehow, all spiritual quests begin in cliche and end in laughter. The laughter is to do with what you thought had been true all along, that you had been fooled in the most fundamental way.
I'd been vaguely spiritual since little, piling down the yoga books, tantric treatise and lighting votive incense. Of course, these things brighten up the corners but do not de-lodge you from the matrix of me.
When I was in my early 20's, I went off to India with the hope of meditating my way out of 'Samsara'. As a good friend of mine says, meditating is just staring at the back of your eyeballs. I escaped Camp Buddha and went downtown, and smoked hash with the locals. This was far more interesting.
A yearning had opened up in me though, for something I already knew.
For years I messed around with Gurdjieff, Kabalah, Vedanta, Vegetarianism, Shamanism, Hatha Yoga, psychedelic psychotherapy, 'non-duality' and many more dead end streets peopled by colourful 'beings' all Phony-Holy and trying loudly to convince everyone their story was true. It was all bullshit. There was always an agenda.
I ended up sitting in front of an old man in a cardigan who didn't have an agenda. He kept telling me that there is no self, there is no division and there is just this.
Pah, I thought. Another one. But I kept coming to hear him, I don't know why. It made me nervous to listen.
One day I took myself off to sit in a park to read and write and sunbathe. I was filled with an adventurous sense of child-like wonder and a strange nervous energy.
As I sat there, reading, one line struck me, it read:
'Zoom out, until there is no sense of self, no sense of duality'. It hit me like an eighteen-wheeler.
I felt light headed, and everything seemed to thin out and brighten. I laid back, laughed, danced around, wrote poetry, read Whitman and it finally all made perfect sense. THERE WAS NO ME ! THERE NEVER HAD BEEN! WOAH!
Since that day, the me-contraction has come in and out but it doesn't convince any more. Not at all.
Nothing can force your liberation. You read this and your mind whirrs and goes 'what book?', 'what park?', 'how can I develop a sense of childlike wonder?'
No no no.
You're missing it.
It's here.
Your eyes, looking at the screen (apparently).
Feelings in your body (apparently).
What you think of as yourself is a smear on the window of This.
Trying to see this hides it.
You are it.
What you are looking for is this, and there's simply nothing you can do to escape what is self evident already.
You don't need the next book, teacher or satsang. Face up to the fact that all that is merely spiritual entertainment. Nothing wrong with that but it ain't gonna set you free, baby.
What you really, really are is utterly free. Always has been. Cannot be otherwise.
Sadly, this-what-you-are cannot really be written about, certainly not directly described, but hey, stop fooling yourself. You know what I mean.
You
are
it.
Wednesday 4 February 2009
Whatever is going on with you
Is what you are and is also not what you are.
It is unique to the 'you thing'.
It is passing show.
So it both is and is not what you are.
You are no-thing
and everything.
It is unique to the 'you thing'.
It is passing show.
So it both is and is not what you are.
You are no-thing
and everything.
You Will Never
Work it all out.
What you are looking for, is the very thing that is looking.
Looking for The Answer, precludes you ever finding one.
Thinking that there even is an answer is a presumption, based on an incredible ignorance.
There is only one thing you can ever possibly know for sure.
That is what you are.
What you are looking for, is the very thing that is looking.
Looking for The Answer, precludes you ever finding one.
Thinking that there even is an answer is a presumption, based on an incredible ignorance.
There is only one thing you can ever possibly know for sure.
That is what you are.
Tuesday 3 February 2009
This is all there is
Yep.
That too.
Even that.
And all of that is what you are.
(this can be understood with the head, but take a risk and fucking feel it)
That too.
Even that.
And all of that is what you are.
(this can be understood with the head, but take a risk and fucking feel it)
Try and get a sense
of IT doing you rather than "you" doing it.
If you find that there is still very much a sense of a ''you'' doing something or other, try and get a sense of IT doing that ''you-ing".
You can pretend all you like. But we're all the same thing, baby.
If you find that there is still very much a sense of a ''you'' doing something or other, try and get a sense of IT doing that ''you-ing".
You can pretend all you like. But we're all the same thing, baby.
Talking to myself
Do not confuse your physical location with what you truly, truly, truly are.
What you truly, truly, truly are has no location.
Zoom out, until there is no question of a location or a self.
Try and lose this.
It's unbreakable.
What you truly, truly, truly are has no location.
Zoom out, until there is no question of a location or a self.
Try and lose this.
It's unbreakable.
Monday 5 January 2009
XTC
Is a side-effect of liberation and is borne out of the Great Relief of having seen there is no one.
Aiming at bliss, ecstasy or peace is missing the point and can only possibly result in momentary effects.
The Great Relief is already there, actually, and is only disturbed by abstracting, splitting and future-gazing.
Future-gazing, abstracting, splitting may all happen, but weave through the dream.
The dream character you may take yourself to be is not separate from the great dream this all is.
This all is what you are. There is no real separation on any level.
What a Great Relief.
Aiming at bliss, ecstasy or peace is missing the point and can only possibly result in momentary effects.
The Great Relief is already there, actually, and is only disturbed by abstracting, splitting and future-gazing.
Future-gazing, abstracting, splitting may all happen, but weave through the dream.
The dream character you may take yourself to be is not separate from the great dream this all is.
This all is what you are. There is no real separation on any level.
What a Great Relief.
Return of The Ghost
Here, there is sometimes a worry that the ghost of me will contract back in and this freedom will somehow be forgotten...
This worry, or even the return of the contracted state itself, doesn't actually have to be a problem.
Even if it becomes 'a problem', even if 'problems' arise here, it is still not a problem for anyone. It is not taken receipt of.
How can it be?
This worry, or even the return of the contracted state itself, doesn't actually have to be a problem.
Even if it becomes 'a problem', even if 'problems' arise here, it is still not a problem for anyone. It is not taken receipt of.
How can it be?
Sunday 4 January 2009
Get a Sense
That It is breathing you,
That It is walking you
That it is thinking you
That it is you-ing you.
That, is what the you is.
So come wade in and rest deeply in This what you are.
That It is walking you
That it is thinking you
That it is you-ing you.
That, is what the you is.
So come wade in and rest deeply in This what you are.
Other People
It's easy to forget, for the me thing, that Other People are merely conceptual too.
All the people in the world are the froth on the beer of being.
All the people in the world are the froth on the beer of being.
Basic Anxiety
Is a current which sometimes appears to flow through the thinking thing.
Feel its course deeply. Map its progress. Really appreciate its cadence and timbre and heavy vibration. It's dancing, actually. Ride it out. It doesn't last forever.
If you get tired of Basic Anxiety, try:
Feel its course deeply. Map its progress. Really appreciate its cadence and timbre and heavy vibration. It's dancing, actually. Ride it out. It doesn't last forever.
If you get tired of Basic Anxiety, try:
- Work out for who is it that this feeling is intolerable?
- Scan the body and work out precisely where these patternings are unfurling and moving.
- See such feelings as the rich colours they are.
- Is there a truth to this anxiety? Where are you clenching?
- Punch a huge fucking hole in the wall.
Saturday 3 January 2009
So a 3 year old could understand it
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream!
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream!
Gently down the stream!
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream!
Storytime
Deepening into those spaces when, during the day, you aren't locked into a story won't liberate you, but it is great entertainment.
Waking Up
Is odd because it seems like you're then the kid bouncing the ball, after dinner time, wishing your friends could come and join you.
In this dream there is utter alone-ness all the time because the entire unit is under constant surveillance with the self same I.
Just Zoom Out and it sees through you.
In this dream there is utter alone-ness all the time because the entire unit is under constant surveillance with the self same I.
Just Zoom Out and it sees through you.
Doing Nothing
Only means something to do with liberation on the deepest possible level.
What does that rubbish mean?
Well, nothing in the universe as you experience is actual. It is noumena and it subsists, not exists.
Eh?
Nobody is doing anything. There is nobody there.
So I can just hang about in bed all day smoking grass?
Doesn't matter; but your laziness has nothing to do with Doing Nothing.
If you were running through the Mongolian Steppes there would still be Doing Nothing.
Lying in the bed is still something, happening, for no one.
Who you calling Nobody?
What does that rubbish mean?
Well, nothing in the universe as you experience is actual. It is noumena and it subsists, not exists.
Eh?
Nobody is doing anything. There is nobody there.
So I can just hang about in bed all day smoking grass?
Doesn't matter; but your laziness has nothing to do with Doing Nothing.
If you were running through the Mongolian Steppes there would still be Doing Nothing.
Lying in the bed is still something, happening, for no one.
Who you calling Nobody?
Energetic
When the understanding happens, it is not a mental epiphany.
What occurs here is an energetic shift from holding in, into everything that happens. There isn't that feeling of a me behind my eyes as a center of the action.
On the deepest possible level, you get Imax Cinorama.
What occurs here is an energetic shift from holding in, into everything that happens. There isn't that feeling of a me behind my eyes as a center of the action.
On the deepest possible level, you get Imax Cinorama.
Talking To Nobody
When people have conversations with me, I'm not doing the talking.
Funny how, without anybody there, the same old crap comes out of my mouth.
Awakening doesn't have to alter the egoic structure and its conditioning.
Awakening is another dose of new conditioning, but most things remain.
It's not that the ego is destroyed or merges. It remains as the prism that it is, but it is completely seen through.
Funny how, without anybody there, the same old crap comes out of my mouth.
Awakening doesn't have to alter the egoic structure and its conditioning.
Awakening is another dose of new conditioning, but most things remain.
It's not that the ego is destroyed or merges. It remains as the prism that it is, but it is completely seen through.
Ramana
Is of no help whatsoever.
Whoever has written for you to ask yourself 'Who Am I?' has an agenda.
More interesting, maybe, is what your agenda is in following such practices; what is your agenda right now?
Agenda-ing, is a sticking ones' head in the mud.
Not that the mud isn't it, it is. Everything is. It's just one of the more limited views in the auditorium.
Whoever has written for you to ask yourself 'Who Am I?' has an agenda.
More interesting, maybe, is what your agenda is in following such practices; what is your agenda right now?
Agenda-ing, is a sticking ones' head in the mud.
Not that the mud isn't it, it is. Everything is. It's just one of the more limited views in the auditorium.
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