Princess Arabia

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?

I also remember this whack job of a post. Lol I smoked some weed that night and I'm not really a weed smoker, plus I was drinking red wine. I was a bit buzzed, but not drunk, a little high but not too much, that sweet spot. Either way it was an experience to remember. This post and the one above are my only posts of this nature.

Just thought I'd reminisce about my one and only glimpse of this. I was all excited and filled with awe of what I just experienced. It was actually in real time and as I was writing it it was happening. It was very colorful and i could see the aliveness of it all in real time. Sorry to say, it was only an experience and not any glimpse of anything real. It was only as real as what's happening now and what's happening now is as real as it gets. It was interesting to document, though, and it's probably the only experience I had that I'd like to revisit except to have my attached mother back here with me on planet earth. She's gone and I wish to see her again and laugh with her. If I had one wish, i'd wish for that. Her death woke me up to nothing.

I'll just keep my ass over here where I can freely write out my thoughts as long as it's within guidelines and leave those Spiritualists alone who don't care to want to hear anything that doesn't align with their dream constructs. Nobody cares what you have to say anyway. They're just here to express themselves with hopes that the rest resonates. Even when questions are asked and advice requested, it's still hoping and wishing to hear what they want to hear. I'm staying away now from even giving advice to anyone because it's not needed unless it's specifically asked of me. I've had enough of people telling me off about my views on things and I don't care to hear it anymore. I don't want to continue to mess up people's hopes and dreams of what it is they're hoping to see, hear or get from whatever it is they're hoping to see hear or get from life. There's enough spiritualists on here giving their two cents on what reality is about and what they think is happening, the less the better. Most only pay attention to the big man with the beard on the throne or the known guru who has followers anyway, so my little two cents is just a fly in the wind of nothingness that disappears from their existence the moment it's seen and only brings irritation and confusion to those who are trying to get something from it. It really doesn't matter if I contribute anything to the spirituality section, make a post or comment or respond, it's just talk and concepts and ideas. Won't change a thing. Won't make a difference in people's lives. Won't awaken or enlighten anyone and only brings on dislike, disgust, resentment and arguing. I'll just stick to my musings on the topic over here and whoever reads it it's on them. I distinctly note that they're my own writings and are not claims to be the truth or that I know anything to be the case. They are my thoughts on whatever I'm writing about and most of the time, if not all, is automatic, spontaneous and free-flowing. It's better this way because no one takes you seriously anyway and I don't want to be taken seriously because life ain't that serious. It's only serious to those afraid and attached and need to get something from it to cling to. I've been there done that and realize that nothing is forever and that life is to be lived not owned. Not even to be enjoyed because it will come at you with hurtful things all the time. It is to be lived which includes all the hurtful and negative things that will come our way. Why would I take something like that seriously. I don't take my pain seriously so I won't take my joys seriously either.

@AtmanIsBrahmanIf you make a post and I respond, there's no need to say that I'm preaching. It was merely a response. If I respond to something that you didn't want to hear that's fine but no need to tell me my perspective is limited and maybe I should be open to other perspectives. I am. I'm very open to other perspectives. Certain things to me are Absolute and one of them is that everything is an appearance and is not graspable. Every other perspective can come out of that and if it doesn't align, then I move unto another. If you don't agree, you don't agree.

It is not a perspective and I'm not preaching. All you have to do is notice it. All there is is appearances. Show me something that's not appearing. Show me something that appears and never disappears. I speak about a lot of things on this forum. In this section or my journal is mostly where I reserve these kinds of talks because it's appropriate and is usually on topic. I don't go into the dating section and tell someone their date appeared and that's all that's happening or that pick up is an illusion nor the politics section and say The Donald doesn't exist. If I find it appropriate to speak this way, to say nothing is graspable or it's all what's appearing, then I see nothing wrong with that and shouldn't have to make any apologies for doing so. I don't tell a person suffering that their suffering is what's appearing and that it will disappear. I do try and limit these kinds of talks to where and when I see fit.

Everybody's here asking all types of questions about life. What is experience, what are thoughts, what is God, what am I, who am I, what is infinity, what is reality, what is awareness, what is consciousness, what is this and what is that. Why the fuck do we have to rely on another stupid, delusional, neurotic, egotistical, selfish, corrupted, narcissistic, arrogant, biased, prejudice, racist, fool to tell us about somewhere we got dumped. Why is someone like Eckhart Tolle making millions off of unsuspecting, lost, suffering, miserable bodies that doesn't even know who they are. Why is life allowing this to happen. Why are people making money off of other's ignorance to something they never asked for. Why is Moojii sitting on a throne with people bowing down to him and kissing his feet, with a website and followers worshipping his every word while he basks in his millions or thousands whatever he makes off the Universe. Why do we have to meditate to find peace from some stupid phenomena called the mind and some hating bully called thoughts that brings us so much misery. We didn't invent this shit and called any of these silly things to ourselves, but we have to find ways and means to not let them destroy our sanity and have to put focus on trying to make ourselves happy so we feel good and not fucking want to jump off a cliff. Speaking about jumping off a cliff, why is that taboo and not recommended and will be put in an insane asylum if caught or the feat gets ruined because the cliff wasn't high enough and all that happened was a broken neck. No,no, we will punish you for trying to kill yourself and put you back into the circumstances that got you there in the first place. Better get it right the next time. This thing called life is a fucking hell hole and we celebrate life and mourn the dead. Most people are suffering but we are afraid to die and try to avoid death. Let me say, this is not a rant against life. It's to show how something weird is happening here. I'm not angry or frustrated about anything, I'm writing this because something just isn't right about this. Something's off. When I say that, I don't mean, things need to be different or I don't like it or anything like that. I could write a whole book on things like this and also about the joys and beauty of life. It so happens i'm writing about what sucks about life right now. This journal is about all of it. Not just the sweet and dandy and the Absolute and there's no you and life is all one and unity this and all is nothing that. Anything is on the table. There is actually an underlying message or point being shown here. To myself. That these thoughts can go rampant if they choose to or lovey dovey or practical or radical or whatever. They appear randomly like the wind and will be forgotten and discarded just like every other experience, situation, circumstance and everything about life will be gone in a flash and appear in a flash with no warning or planning. Life is that way and it's beautiful and it sucks. I don't want to be happy and i don't want to be sad. I don't want to be anything. All I know is there's no escaping what the hell this is so I'd better get used to it and prepare for the unexpected. Even when I write. I never go back to my writings I just write and move on. After this is done, it's done and on to the next. That's my fucking spiritual practice. Never looking back.

Sometimes I wonder: Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever stop to think, how did two people see each other, decided to mate, one sperm and one egg gets attached and nine months later here you are having to figure out this thing called life all by yourself. Lots of details left out and a trillion different circumstances in between, but that's pretty much generally what seemed to happened. A man sticks his penis inside a woman's vagina, ejaculates, and now here you are trying to awaken or get enlightened so you don't have to suffer. A woman pushes you out of her vagina and now you're responsible for making your life worthwhile. A man rapes a woman, she gets pregnant, decides to have the baby and that baby suffers their whole adult life because they made the wrong choices. Two people love each other, gets married, she gets pregnant, he dies, she has the baby, dies in the process and that does happen, and now an orphan is born and sent from foster home to foster home, gets traumatized from not receiving the love it needs and now that child is fucked and that's supposed to be how a life is born and is expected to flourish in the world. Billion other scenarios where the baby had no say in this but is expected to learn, get a degree or a trade, pay bills, raise a family and figure this shit out. Nobody talks about this. Everyone is just trotting on with life as if they are supposed to figure this shit out all on their own as adults after two people lusted after each other. Two people in a nightclub decide to drug it up, get drunk, he takes her home and fucks the shit outta her, she gets pregnant and now that baby better get it right or it will be poor, suffer or experience a bunch of shit to make it feel depressed or anxious, suicidal or whatever. Those two hippies who got drunk, got old and die and left that hippie baby that grew up and turned an adult all by themselves to figure out the rest of it's hippie life while they rot in the grave and doesn't have to face any more life consequences. I'll stop here, but that's why I say something very weird is going on here and i can't put my finger on it....or maybe I can but I'm in denial. Not sure but it's very weird. Oh you must go through suffering and pain for anything worthwhile. One must feel the pain, feel the suffering to awaken or to wake up or to be enlightened because being comfortable in life doesn't cut it. Get the fuck outta here with that hogwash. When those two people were getting it on and that baby becomes the result of a back seat roundevous, now that baby must suffer in order to awaken to their true nature. Oh I forgot, it's God forgetting who it is and pretending to be a fucked up corrupted human, so it can remember itself again. What a God.

You didn't grasp anything. Something appeared and something else appeared. Absolute cannot be grasped. It went away simply because it was only an appearance, like a smile from someone. Can you grasp that smile and hold unto it. No, it was simply an appearance. When someone's walking, can you hold on to that walk, grasp that walk. It's an appearance. An appearance disappears. Absolute Truth is also you trying to grasp Absolute Truth. The fact that you're trying to grasp something implies it's other than you. How can Absolute Truth have an other. You're not even inside Absolute Truth. You are not even Absolute Truth. Absolute Truth is all there is so there's no you to be anything. What occurred was an appearance that you interpreted as happening to you and you claimed it as an experience of yours. The Absolute can seem to do that. It can seem to look for itself but it will never find it because it's what's doing the looking. It's not really looking anyway as that's also another appearance.