Princess Arabia

OMG, that looks so elegant and appetizing, whatever it is. You be living it up, dude. Beautiful places, delicious food. Nice.

Yes, my Love. Rise and shine. Namaste, peace and love. The chosen one. 144k of us. I'm not the body not the mind, power is within, you forgot who your are. Blah, blah, blah. Don't resonate with any of this stuff anymore, it's all for entertainment. Only thing i resonate with is totality. If it's something telling me what to do, not for me. Me has enough shit on it's shoulder carrying. The weight is enough. No more pretending. I is a dream and the dream is over. No more I. Whose saying that. Me. Me does what it wants, when it wants, how it wants, why? It's totally free. Not me, but freedom. No more slavery bullshit for me.

Great question.

Good luck The very fact that you feel the need for a practice is resistance itself.

In the context in which he used it, it is. Saying, set aside the stories and it won't be to the liking of me is suggesting conditional perfection. Even the me not liking Absolute perfection is perfection. I'm not saying he's not correct, but his view of perfection in the Absolute sense is limited and based on conditions as in the absence of stories. There is already no me. It is perfection parading as a me with stories to be set aside before it becomes perfect but not for the me.

Name me one aspect of society that hasn't been criticized. Hasn't been negatively judged. One....waiting....anything.....anybody.... Not reality not nature, but society. One. Everything that pops up WILL be judged and negatively so in some way shape or form. Just like your friends and family members and spouses and children. EVERYTHING by somebody and everybody partakes. It's second nature. Notice something also, we're all participating, engaging. Criticize social media on social media. Complain about smart phones on a smart phone. It's everywhere, at all times by everyone engaged. Go live in the woods. We'll be complaining about the trees and the insects and the muddy waters. Humans cannot help themselves. We find something wrong with EVERYTHING.

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Sit there and examine yourself. Somewhere quiet. Like when you're meditating and watching and observing your thoughts like a watchman, a gatekeeper. Say something. Just say hi or hello or whichever word comes to mind. Hear that voice. Notice it. Feel the voice chords. Hear the sound. Lots of stuff happening just from you saying hi. Meditate on that one day. How did you do that. Say hi again. Where did that sound come from. How can I hear my own voice. How can than man hear my voice in his ears and how can I hear the same thing in my ear. Two separate ears, two separate bodies, hearing the same thing. This is just the tip of the iceberg. Just kindergarten stuff. When you really start to investigate this shit you will see the fucking magic of existence, the unrealness or the realness depending how you look at it. We take all this stuff for granted and call it mundane and how we're bored and lonely and blah blah blah. When you stop for a minute and pause, stop looking to feed yourself, just pause life for a minute, you'll see the water and the fish disappears.

See for yourself. See if shit doesn't just randomly appear out of nowhere. Go look at the news today. Random shit out of nowhere. Go to work today, experience random shit out of nowhere. Go order some food. Feeling bloated.....outta nowhere. You'll blame the food, but it ain't...it's just random bloatedness outta nowhere. The rain, the sun, the moon, the stars, outta nowhere. Yes, we'll build some story behind where the moon and the stars come from, but it's just a bunch of jibberish talk. Say it in Swedish, think the English man understood a thing. Say it in Spanish. Think the French comprehended. All a matter of constructs and what we've constructed. The moon is just a moon and the sun a sun. See the sun now? Maybe youre inside. Go outside and see if the sun doesn't just pop outta nowhere. That car just went by.....outta nowhere and going nowhere. It's not just thoughts. They're the obvious. Outta nowhere. Your momma too. Your cyst, your stomach ache. All outta nowhere. You think this is some gimmick I'm pulling, or some nonsense joke prank. All that outta nowhere, going nowhere. Everything. Existence is nothing. That nothing is BEING everything. It's all empty and that's why it's perfect, void of any substance, void of anything. THE VOID. It's fucking miraculously inconceivable, cannot be perceived, cannot be grasp PERFECTION.

The stories aren't really happening, anyway so it's not about "if"s. The perfection you're talking about is conditional. The illusion of stories is also perfection. There is nothing but and everything is nothing appearing as.....including the fake me.

Self Inquiry is a good practice......for the me, for the one needing validation, for the one looking to get something....for the energy that thinks it's separate and needing to do something about it. For the one lost in it's dreamworld. Neti Neti - not this, not that, is also a good practice but for the above-mentioned psychotic. Hehe. Not making fun, just keeping it real and exposing the lies in Spirituality. We cannot say it's nothing, it's all one, there's no time and space, no separation, etcetcetcetc, and then turn around to say and believe all the other stuff to be true. Don't excuse it by saying it's paradoxical. Yes, it's a paradox but don't come to a dead end then say oh well, it's a paradox. Its magic and anything and everything is possible. I will keep doing this shit until i come to a dead-end, till I've exposed my own delusions or until i've confused myself. None of this really matters because it's all Absolutely nothing, but why not? All spiritual practices are doing is strengthening the me, confirming the person behind the mask to be real and showing how processes is the way to go to get to what is already perfect. I'm not saying they aren't good, I'm not saying they don't provide temporary satisfaction or are beneficial in some way, but it's all within the dream of separation and is not doing anything different than when the body digests a piece of bread and the body feels relief and less bloated. Or running to feel fit or walking on a treadmill for exercise. Nothing will get you closer to what already is or make you more divine or closer to your God or further from being a corrupted human. It's all just a bunch of empty nonsense like everything else. This is nothing, right. What makes you think that everything is anything. I'm talking to thought. Thought talking to thought. No one is choosing to or not to do anything and I'm over here jibbering on about nothing. When I'm done, I'll be concerned about my day, maybe worry about something for next week and probably utter some nonsense about what happened yesterday or 10yrs ago. I don't know, I'm not a psychic and don't know what will happen next but all I know is I know I'm full of shit and this world is full of shit and there's nothing really happening, it's all empty and we should all go celebrate this thing called life because it's filled with a bunch of nothing that's causing a bunch of chaos for nothing. Yippee. No I've not gone mad, just free, free to write what the hell it wants. Can't stand this freedom shit, it will get me in trouble and doesn't give a rats ass about the person behind it. Freedom doesn't care. IT could only care if it wasn't free. It's scary....to the me. There is no me. There already is no person/me/I/human/individual, that's why we've named and labeled ourselves, and called it something. You don't get it, do you.

You're not understanding. It's not perfect order but just perfect. Everything is perfect because it's one. No separation and nothing outside of it. Has nothing to do with your personal life.

R.I.P. Anthony Bourdain...in your memory. I used to love watching your show.

After Spiritualists exhausted all their rituals and practices and got nowhere, now it's SILENCE. Silence is the last resort. If I shut up and not think maybe I'll awaken. Your silence is still noise. You're listening to your silence. There's no such thing as silence but only as a concept. Be still and know that I AM. I AM what. I AM dreaming. One cannot even sleep in peace. There's always something happening. Different stages R.E.M. sleep, eyelids flapping and twitching, dreaming about dragons, nightmares, moving and shifting, some talk in their sleep, walk in their sleep, drool, wet dreams. BE STILL? If you can't even be still in your sleep, how you gonna be still awake. Jesus, this shit is so immediate and staring us in the face it's ridiculous. It's not even staring us in the face it is the face. It is the ridiculousness. I'm not really telling anyone anything but this over here loves to think it is. Loves to write and talk. Oh shit! I don't want to die. I have to keep this shit going. I can't stop writing and say there's no one really choosing silence as a ritual or practice, it's just happening or it's nothing doing that. Then who is choosing to write this. So it's nothing telling nothing off about it's practice of silence but nothing cannot 'not' say anything because that's what's appearing as nothing and nothing is what's being everything. God, don't make me go mad up in here. Do you realize why people pretend to not want this stuff in their lives, because it has the potential to drive people mad. I'm just being dramatic and carrying on with my antics. Don't mind me. I'm good. I'll be silent.

Women hype each other up to be supportive, not to seem prettier or to be a higher #. Women don't rate women like men do.

I couldn't get pass 7mins in.

Last year this time April, 2024.

Hi. You're welcome anytime. Not sure what you're asking. Please be more specific. If you're referring to the post I linked when I had my glimpse the date is on there. If not, I'm not sure what else you could be referring to.

I was curious from childhood about what makes humans more special than say a butterfly, a bird, a tree or a dog or cat. Why does it seem that we're the ones ruling over the world that God created. Why is it that humans go to hell while animals don't. How come I seem more intelligent than a mouse. Do ants have brains, hearts kidneys, livers and a digestive system in those puny little bodies. I mean as a child I would question the hell out of things with no answers. I wouldn't ask anybody, I would just contemplate within. I still do, but most of those questions have fallen away and now a new type of internal questioning has emerged. They aren't questions that I seek answers to but the answers come when I observe and explore. When I try to look from all angles. When I listen to life itself. When I see how most things operate. It's more like the questions keep falling away and the answers reveal themselves just by living, observing, exploring and genuine curiosity. Most important is to try and take myself out the picture. It's hard because it's the self that's doing those exploring and observing. Ironically and paradoxically, when I do this, the self kind of dissolves (it's not really there anyway, but seems to) leaving way for a more raw and direct experience. The most interesting thing, though, is when I look through my eyes and not from them. The outside just seem to blend in with them. Like I'm not really seeing anything. It's weird. I love to do this experiment. It's not really an experiment, but I call it that. Just sit and look through my eyes. Sometimes I have to stop in the m7ddle of doing it because it can get scary. Scary in the sense that I don't sense a looker. Like what are these two things between my forehead that's actually looking out. Then I kinda melt in with everything around me. Scary at times so I stop then. I guess I don't want to get lost. Lost in translation. Investigate too much and one might lose themselves and dissolve into thin air.

An easy way to understand what no time or space 'looks like', is to notice how our nightly dreams appear to us. We are sleeping in one spot, but all of the dream appears in no space and no time. One could say I slept for 8hrs and dreamt in time for 4hrs. What's being said is that you could dream it's daylight you could dream of multiple days in the same dream. One could dream of going to Africa or on a 2day flight when they only took a nap for 30mins. Thought is time and perception is space. Thought is what brings about the appearance of time and the act of perceiving brings about space. These two are absent in our nightly dreams. Thoughts and perceptions. If they were to be absent in our waking life, one would not be experiencing time or space. Still want to trust your direct experience?