Showing posts with label transcendence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label transcendence. Show all posts
i'm trying on a new theory
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Because there WERE two sphinxes when I was a girl.
You're not going to like it.
It could be that when I woke up — when I vowed the real vows and woke up — I was automatically removed from a heavenly realm and put into a hell realm with very nearly the same specs as the first, only radically different thrusts... from one where everyone was trying to rise to one where everyone was trying to cope with outright psychedelic spiritual debauchery.
One of the few physical clues is the disappearance of the other sphinx... the one whose face was much worse off, but whose body was perfectly hale... also looking east, but strangely kittywompus and across the causeway from the one we all recognize today.
This is not a mistake. It is a clue.
Those vows?
They included coming here to save you.
pipe up any time....
you probably already know this
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But I just can't help wondering when the "out of Africa" thing will finally die... when the great insight will hit enough people to resort to the truth, the truth we can know if we work on ourselves hard enough. No travel or shovels involved.
pipe up any time....
i'll be switched
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I was gobsmacked to hear Russell Brand being the real kind of honest here, and there are long sections of this that brought tears to my eyes.
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admit it
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Your life is now complete....
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So is Archie's.
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Maybe not some prisoners' though....
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illegal since 1957 in russia
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Hunting them became dinner for starving Russians after the collapse.
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WATCH THIS OR I'LL KILL YOU.
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Yer not wussin' out are you? Think of what you'll look like getting out of the bath. [That guy in the background's giving me hot flashes... well... and the one in the foreground....]
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Even if you won't do the ice, the breathing and the concentration....
Take back your body and mind.
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it's true
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There are throngs of people making pot loads at encouraging you to leave the rat race, but there are also throngs of people making pot loads by talking about things engagingly enough to make you forget that what you are actually doing is trying to avoid the rat race... filling you full of riveting distractions... sometimes even holding conferences around it... and just the other night I listened to some of them formulating the first no-format conference for this exact purpose.
I'm almost dead of wanting a no format conference between people who can help liberate other people from their real jailers, because, you know, you are the rat race.
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a nice edifrating listen
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I just made up a new word: edify + frustrate = edifrate. I had this on while I was falling asleep and so I have to listen again, but I was made peevelated by this conversation. I needed to be there and bolt them to the subject here and there, and then chase them off the diving board in other spots. It didn't do me any good to go to the website because that's all just IQ jock stuff... Discordian Society tomfoolery... not helpful.
Anyway, the "missing fundamental" is never missing. I wanted to tune them up on that one, big time. Sometimes I think dopers shouldn't be allowed near enlightenment.
But if yer sick of people going on about total bullcrap that is not even fertilizing anything pretty, maybe you want to listen.
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palaver about spiritual awakening is everywhere
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Ayahuasceros raking in the dough. People in Sedona gaga for "shamangelic" breathing. Really expensive charlatan-led Buddhist meditation retreats fill up fast. The array of outrageously expensive yoga wear and accessories is downright dazzling... and all natural... all organic. Millions of miserable people are flocking to spiritual entertainments anywhere they can find them, and those who can't afford them at least sport dreadlocks or beads.
One of capitalism's greatest growth areas in this day of terrified livestock looking for anything that might distract from their terror is the much-heralded "upgrade" the multifarious space aliens from all quadrants of the universe came to witness back in 2012. We didn't exactly feel it, but it became the reason for our sinus headaches and bodily complaints, our insomnia, our neuralgia, our inability to connect with the people around us. They were symptoms of ascension.
But.
Well.
Not exactly. We decided we just need to try harder.
More expensive supplements, with all the latest discoveries of beneficial ingredients, no sugar, salt, starch, yeast, wheat, gluten, corn, soy, milk, egg, shellfish or preservatives. UFO Experiencer Conferences. UFO Researcher Conferences. UFO Gazing Ranches. Nazi Gold. Crystals. Ethical investing. More spiritual podcasts and websites. More retreats. More charlatans.
There's no pill for it. You can't buy it. It isn't something you can attend. Or wear. Memorizing it is worse than useless. It's downright lethal. And no matter how intense a hint you might ever get from a psychedelic, it won't ultimately do the trick. There is absolutely no substitute for doing the work. You have to do the work, no matter how hard you work to get around it.
I hear more and more people dissing the great mystical schools of antiquity. On the one hand, I can hardly blame them, they're so full of utterly clueless charlatans. Nice ones who don't even know they're charlatans, or the standard charlatan, mox nix. But on the other, it makes me want to scream and rip things to shreds.
You have no idea what went into handing down that wisdom through the centuries, precisely so you would have a way out of this hell if your heart was true enough to follow it. Geniuses nesting hints in koan so no idiots could erase the path to awakening from the sight of suffering sentient beings. Geniuses giving every waking hour to perfecting translations so as to keep that original intent available to the living. Completely anonymous adepts steering people away from destruction and toward true life.
For the millionth time, all those precepts and injunctions against fun stuff and toward dull stuff are just about helping you get your mind and ego oriented in such a way as to facilitate the crucial insight for awakening. Once you've gotten that, all that "religious mumbo jumbo" is as delusory as a tv show.
Once you've gotten that, and after the transcendent bliss of it wears off, you don't turn into this serene, unflappably happy little darling the world adores and for whom everything comes without effort. The natural faculties of real humans start showing up. You stop being a slave and start having your own true life. You become able to be seen and heard by those with true hearts.
You become what the psychopaths have been working for centuries to prevent arising.
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you wonder why bodhidharma was so grumpy
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Expert cluelessness might've gotten to him. I admit that using "endarkenment" to contrast enlightenment is useful on an extremely basic level, and Tart admits he's clueless, while waxing expert, but... no wonder the old scoundrel cut off his own eyelids.
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a walk down memory lane
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It was waaaay bad enough then. We were gobsmacked. It's fifty times more off kilter now. The sophistry is soooo thick you can't swim out of it anymore. The only way is to levitate, to bodily ascend, from the glue pit and fire truth bolts through psychopaths.
Danny Sheehan is doing that.
Hey... it's RAINING OUT THERE....
always and any time....
love,
nines
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what do you call the world?
even the crustiest old zen masters
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Would sit at the feet of a twelve-year-old girl to hear dharma, so I can damn well get over myself long enough to do the same with this little brat. He's not wrong. He's just young, and there are clues in here for even the feeblest old coot to be a better human influence on the world. So. Don't be a jackass.
Listen to the dharma....
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i've wondered for decades
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How on earth can Danny Sheehan have become a Jesuit? Turns out it was because of the Zen Jesuit who turned the order around... and Danny talks about it here.
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important meditation
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I think you should print it out and study it carefully, not letting it slide back into the ocean of clickage as you try to keep up with the weaponized medium, but really deeply considering it until you feel that you have it strongly enough in mind not to forget....
always and any time....
love,
nines
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weaponized media
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what do you call the world?
how i got to sleep this morning
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Yesterday I took the drastic step of downloading that eleven hours of ocean so I can have it playing softly here most of the time. It's vehwy vehwy soothing to me. Does not blot out the frequencies tinnitus, but makes it less annoying, and, depending on the moment, it gets me mellow enough to let loose of some of my muscles... even fall asleep.
Last night, not so much. Slept too well the night before, too well to even get up the nerve to pray for a repeat. And repeat there was not. I stayed in bed miserably awake from midnight to five ayem. This means get up, get covered, drink shtrwronggass coffee, maybe eat, pretend I'm starting my day, and usually by around nine ayem I drop like a stone into the mysterious void that might not be sleep even, just a huge relief.
I had noticed that the surf sound has to be at just the right volume to work. If it's too loud it kind of has the opposite effect intended. Heavy sigh. This is the one thing about my wiring you could be tempted to call a constant. I'm on backwards. The few medicinals that give their intended benefit here are sacred. The rest either do the opposite of the intention or just flat out don't work... luckily not many of the ones one might need in a life and death situation make me outright sick. It's almost exclusively the ones they've concocted to dim your wits that do that to me.
So. Okay! I've done my thing and it's nine ayem caffeine blitzkrieg an' I'm startin' to feel a tad woozy... but... not very strongly... no sense of needing to drop. Only a light feeling of maybe. Fine! Fine! I'm loaded for bear here. I'm getting that surf at just the purrfect volume and I whip out Sturgill Simpson on JRE to play at juuust the purrfect volume over the blissout ocean soughing.
I hardly made it the seven feet from my desk chair to my bed.
AND... I was dreaming of Sturgill not many heartbeats later.
I was doing a version of my dreaming to my listening thing I have done since I was a teenager. This time it was a nice dream and not a psychic invasion. I didn't mean for it to be that the last time! I didn't know I could do that last time, and I was heartily ashamed of myself for it anyway, even though it was accidental.
This time we were in a big club house. I was one of a number of anonymous women who were all friends and we were wanting to make him feel welcome. He was interested in talking with me, and gave a big, happy, yes when I asked if he wanted some of my killer coffee. I set about this task so familiar I utterly forget where I am in it only about 95% of the time these days, and I'm asking him if he will describe his trip on dextromethorphan again... wanting more detail, if possible, than the gorgeous detail he gave on JRE... it being so very like what happens when by some cosmic miracle one's meditation works the way it's supposed to, when you have the light turned all the way around.
There's a lot of moving about in the clubhouse and a lot of people and distraction and we keep almost getting a chance to have a heart to heart, and I fucked up on the coffee preparation, letting the water boil off before I remembered I was making him some, but it was all still darn pleasant for me because, while he may or may not forgive me for being such a ditz, it was clear he'd forgiven me for barging in on his eternity before.
I woke up at noon with the JRE video almost over. I went in and peed and decided to just replay it and get back in bed. I woke up right at the spot where he begins telling about his dextromethorphan trip... and heard even more detail....
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nothingness having a nervous breakdown
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Duncan Trussell describes the Corpus Hermeticum... the topological metaphor... the cause of the big bang. But only between about 32:45 and 35:45. The rest is mostly insufferable. So you can just move the bar to the right spot and listen for three little minutes and get the gist of life, the universe and everything.
It's very strange how this keeps coming at me lately from every direction and in every way of saying it, this ultimate secret is blathering right out of a whole bunch of us, in public, and nobody seems to grok what that actually means.
Vexing. Frustrating. Stultifying. WTF? But maybe instead of sliding right on into it and through it like every meme and fad before pressing on to the next meme or fad, maybe, this one will sink in and enough people will finally start acting sensibly.
Maybe.
Right?
always and any time....
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