Princess Arabia

Well it wasn't obvious to you that I was pointing out that none of this matters. It's all learnt stuff that means nothing to a baby and only means something to you as a seeker because you have eaten from the forbidden tree called knowledge and now you're fucked needing more knowledge to survive that energy archetype and structure. That's all you are knowledge trying to gain more and more knowledge. Thinking it's knowing anything. You're not knowing anything. You are knowledge itself trying to survive.

Your nonsense only makes sense through a brain that can abstract and understand English. If I didn't know English, all your ramblings would seem like garbage and nonsense too. It would read like this, zd45(:;adys24?&$.

...and where did the innocent little baby learn awakening from and that there was even such a thing. Not YT, but surely from somewhere else other than nature where it didn't have to learn how to walk and talk. Everything not natural to the body is learnt. Where you learn it from makes no difference. The body isn't interested in your awakening. The body doesn't even know it exists. It's you the knowing energy that is causing it distress and dis-ease with your fancy toxic world notions trying to be up on others so you can show off your silly skills of which awakening to nothing is what you're trying to show off here. Anyone that isn't trying to awaken to nonsense like the racoons and bears, only silly humans, can see through human bullshit and i'm not sure how this isn't obvious to you.

What have you awakened to and what have you awakened from?

This forum is a perfect example of going around in circles and never getting anywhere. Infinity. Do you see the forum getting anywhere. It just sits and sits and sits and collects dust. It wipes itself clean then collects more dust. It collects dust by starting new topics then collect the dust then wipes itself clean by starting a new topic. Collect more dust then repeat. It even instructs itself to move unto newer and cleaner dust when it tries to engage in old dust. Everything in life represents infinity and the Absolute. I could tell infinite stories like the one i just told that would mimic infinity. It's all infinity and everything is an expression of that. Everything is Absolute. Very holograghic in nature every piece contains the whole. I could tell a story about an infinite orange and how we eat that sucker and digest that sucker and now we've become that sucker and the vitamin c turned into a cold fighting sucker and the fiber got you in the bathroom that got you shitting that got you late for work, that got you fired and now a new idea is born for a business and now ice cream has a new flavor called orange. I mean I could go on. The infinite orange story. Everything in life has an infinite story attached to it because it's infinite.

When you were a baby, did you know about anything called direct experience or philosophy or ideas. No, you were just crying, laughing, smiling, pooping, sucking mama's tits, tryna walk, talk and goo goo gaga-ing. Now you're a sophisticated fool of a human (not calling you a fool), thinking it knows something called direct experience because another fool of a human told him that's the blueprint to get out of this hell hole and to use direct experience to enlighten and awake the noself into enlightenment and to know what this is. Then we call others fools when they don't directly experience their direct experience of philosophizing and idea-ing. Do you not see the insanity of life. No you don't; you're too busy trying to directly experience it.

How'd you like that hot mild or bbq, we ran out of meek. Lol

Great!! That's life for ya. Now go to the sense making boutique and go shopping. Hope you find something nice to wear. Maybe buy some senses.

Truth is staring us in the face but we can't see it because it's all there is. We search for truth as truth. A million years from now they'll be someone in a corner somewhere looking through the bushes searching for itself. You wonder why there are so many mental illness around town. They aren't mental illness it's this. It's everything including schizophrenia and bi-polarism. It named itself fancy names but in reality it's a fucking lunatic disguised as sanity. It is the sense that tries to make sense of itself. It even gave that a name - sense making. It's a fucking lunatic in disguise. That's truth for ya. Beauty is literally insanity, mental disorders, imbalances, chaos, anarchy. That's beauty in disguise. Stupid humans is what only sees beauty in roses and rainbows. Go out in nature it says. Well the crackpot and the junkie on the street corner is also nature. That's everything. Nothing is exempt. We try to awaken from this hot mess in search for a better life. There is no life for everything. it's a hot mess. It suffers itself. It becomes Advil to ease it's own pain, Tylenol helps too. Look at the row of fetanyl users all passed the fuck out. That's truth. That's this easing it's pain. The pain of not knowing itself. That didn't cause the pain it's because it has no cause why it pains. There is no because but it pains there is no it, but it pains there is no effect but it pains there is no anything but it pains. There is no why but it pains. It doesn't feel pain but it's pain itself. You wonder why you suffer. How can one not suffer when it tries to get away from this hot mess but cannot. It curses out those that reminds itself that it's whole and fucking complete. It doesn't like to hear there's no one because it tries to be someone to get away from it's hot mess of a self. How can it do that if it doesn't have free will and control. It will call out itself for telling itself all these inventions it itself becomes. It's a hot mess. It will see these writings and tell itself all sorts of things using thoughts, that's it too, it will use thoughts to combat itself, justify itself or disown itself. It will call me crazy for writing all this shit and goes into it's own cave and tries to tell itself other things that will just bring it back to it's own self of a hot mess. Can't escape. It tries, but it can't. Welcome to reality and life.

Your pain is freedom. Your suffering is freedom. Your heartache is freedom. Your panic attack is freedom. All your so-called problems, challenges and issues that's freedom. That's all unconditional love. Murder is unconditional love murdering. It doesn't even know what that is. Us fake humans, which is also freedom being that, calls it murder but its energy playing with itself. It doesn't see murder it doesn't see at all. It's just being itself and to a human it seems like murder. Everything, every circumstance, every situation is freedom/nothing/wholeness/energy/god/allah/mohamed/shiva/brahman/the absolute/this/all there is/nothingness/emptiness/source/whatever the fuck it wants to call itself is it. How can this not feel like insanity.

This is a fucking mess. It literally is. From my human perspective, this is literally a fucking mess. It's trying to figure itself out, it can't. It tries to know itself it can't. It tries to elude itself, it can't. to escape itself, it can't. To capture itself, it can't. Tries to get out of itself, it can't. To love itself, it can't. To personalize itself, it definitely cannot. It's spinning around chasing it's own tail. It cannot and doesn't go anywhere, but it tries. All the attempts are what seems to appear to itself but it doesn't realize that's an illusion and that it never went anywhere. It's like a person walking around town with a blindfold on. It's fucking lost and doesn't have a clue what it is - hence the "what am I question". You think that's some separate idiotic person that doesn't know what or who they are that's asking that question. No that's fucking this asking itself because it doesn't know and cannot know because it is itself and it's all there fucking is. It's a fucking mess. It drives itself insane looking for itself. That's all it's doing for eternity, looking for it's fucking self. This fucking beautiful masterpiece thing called life is fucking looking for itself. It cannot kill the looking energy because it is the looking and seeking energy. It cannot die, even though it tries when it gets frustrated enough, but it can't; it's also the fucking rope and the gun and the bridge and the pill and whatever else it tries to use that it itself is. It's a fucking mess. This is what freedom is like. Literally what freedom is. It's so fucking free it's a literal mess. Freedom isn't all great as the foolish humans that it pretends to be believes. It's a fucking mess. Look around you. You fucking can't even do that because it's all you. There's nothing but. It's a fucking hot mess.

Trying to get somewhere, are we. Nowhere to get to. You're right, life is the same crackpot nondual garbage that spins over and over for Eternity. Haven't noticed?. Go awaken and see for yourself. Awaken to nothing because nothing can awaken you. That's the only thing to get. Now go spin some more dual garbage.

Because you are not God. There's no you go be God. God is all there is.

if you don't agree with me or if you told me I had an experience I'm misunderstanding I wouldn't call you a troll. If I believed in what I was saying and knew it to be I would thank you for your input and say, interesting but I don't see it that way. Not curse you out, insult you and call you a troll. My initial response to you was respectful and was only giving my side to a public post that was up for anyone's opinions. Can't handle opposition, then don't post. I was not trolling. If you had a real awakening as God and also to Solipsism, calling me a troll wouldn't have even entered into the equation. Your expressions speak for themselves and are only confirming my stance.

Hojo, you are smarter than me and i am wrong.

No one is saying that and there's no one that can change a position. Positions are illusory and "if' isn't a happening. It's a supposition, suppositioning itself. That's all dream stuff and the only thing happening are empty words on a screen.

There were never any brain cells that were yours to be lost. Just like you 'lost' your awakening back to nothingness because it was never yours to begin with, brain cells are just brain cells-ing. They cannot be lost because they were never owned.

There are no shortages of stories in the world. It's just a matter of which one you want to listen to and be entertained by. Tomorrow you wake up, there will be another story for life's entertainment. It's always another one and another one and another one and another. Ever since the break of dawn. Ever since you've known yourself to exist. Life is filled with stories. No matter what it is, as long as it's continuous and being observed, it's a story. What's appearing in not a story in and in of itself. What's appearing is simply just appearing. It's the narrative about what's appearing that's the story. A man having sex with a woman other than his wife is a man having sex with a woman other than his wife. That's it. The story is, a man has cheated, a man has fornicated, a man even having a wife is a story. A man even having sex is the story. I had to word it the way I did for clarity. It's life sexing. No one has sex, sex is sexing. This is all Absolute stuff yes and we will write it off as the Absolute and say let's come back to reality. No, no, that is the actual reality, the other stuff, the relative is the artificial reality. It is the fake reality. The stories about reality, which is every definition, label, categorizing etc. that's artificial and more like a simulation. The real deal is Absolute. It's all Absolute including the stories.

Your posts are very awakening. They awaken me to nobody being there. Can't be, writing this nonsense. Just messing with you James. You know I love to mess with you. Our energies love to clash and vibe. 😅

There is no you, there is no God, there is no there. It's all a construct of nothing/energy being. Even this empty conversation that means nothing.

Sorry, but life doesn't make sense logically. It's the constructed me that needs for it to make sense logically. That's where sense-making comes in. The more I communicate with you, the more the construct reveals itself.

Lol. Of course. You don't want to die either. Thing is, youre not really alive so it's the dead talking to the dead as nothing.

The I AM is it's own reality. There's nothing you can spoil for me because, you're right, these words have no bearing in reality. They are just words and there is no reality outside of me. Literally. You will see that your awakening has no bearing either as it's back to being the "no me" that you are and will need another substance to go back to sleep. Nothing changes, it's back to the grind of being a me with its constructed tool kit. The me cannot escape itself because it's not even there and it cannot be God because God doesn't exist. God, if you would, is all there is so how can a me that doesn't exist awaken to all there is. I don't care what you say about this me, this me isn't there or here.

Nothing. These questions arises out of nothing as nothing because there is nothing but deep sleep. There is no you to be anything. Deep sleep knows nothing. All there is is deep sleep. This sense of being a someone that seems to asks Who am I is nothing in the form of a question. You are not God because there simply is no you.

You are right, though. I will leave you be in your dream world and solipsistic reality of no other and let you marinate in that. Why am i spoiling that. I will stay in mine where i leave the "no other" alone. Sorry to intervene. You seem mad.