Princess Arabia

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Simple. It happens NOW. Everything else you're talking about are stories about pitch and frequency. If it's happening, it's happening now. Ever see, hear, feel touch, smell anything other than in the present. Can you perceive anything other than when perception is happening. "Frequency defining across time" is a story. Not saying you're making it up and it's not the case, but it's a story and an idea about what frequency is. When I say story, I mean imagination, which is still happening in the present.

Feel better about yourself? Enlightenment is about no-self, right. According to the definition. Do nothing. Go about your daily life. Enjoy or don't enjoy, Laugh or cry, Sulk or be merry. Get angry, get miserable be anxious, be depressed, feel hungry, feel full, get married or not. Have sex, eat fruits, wear headphones. Drive, walk, move to another city, get drunk, be sober, do drugs, don't do drugs, sing, talk, type, go to work, pee, sleep, wake up. Don't feel good about yourself, feel good about yourself, whichever one is happening is what's happening. Don't care. Don't try to feel a certain way. That's inherent. Can't help that. The fact that you feel, is the fact of your existence. Don't care how you feel, you're dead. You're dead, you're enlightened, miserable or not. Doesn't feel good, so what. Feels good, so what, Neither matters. Only to you. Enlightenment means there's no caring what happens even if you're sad or miserable. Who cares. You, why, why do you want to feel good, why do you want to feel bad. Feeling is feeling. No such thing as feeling good or bad, just feeling. You feel. That's it. No feeling, you're dead. Do you want to die. Then feel. Whatever that is. It's all enlightenment. All of it. Now, you'll see how life is just happening and that you're only here for awhile and when you die, you were never here. Can't be. Nothing real changes. You're energy in motion. Nothing here for you to own. That's freeing. Thatls enlightenment. Born with nothing, die with nothing. Why do you want to feel good about yourself. No need. Feel bad. One day you'll feel good, then feel bad, then feel good......right up to your death. Can't cling to feeling good about yourself, it was never yours to begin with. Let feeling bad about yourself be there. It doesn't care about you. That's life feeling bad about itself. No need to interfere. Watch how you start to feel better watch how you drop dead. When you don't care, it doesn't care. Stop wanting and everything is welcomed. Even the need to not feel bad is welcomed. It's all welcomed. Sorry I couldn't be of any help. When I stopped caring, caring took over on it's own. I only care when caring is present. I don't try to care. I don't 'not care' either. No such thing as 'not' in reality, it's just whatever is and it's free to be whatever it wants.

Ever wonder what constitutes death. How does it happen. Obviously, the heart stops. We're still technically alive a few minutes after the heart stops but I won't get into that part because I don't know for how long and how that happens, but I will say that death is weird. Look at a dead person. Where the hell did they go. The body is lying there dead. A few minutes ago, there was supposedly someone in that body alive and kicking. Stab me in the heart, I die, shoot he in the face, the heart stops. What kind of shit is that. You shoot me in the face, but the heart stops. Drink some gasoline and the heart stops. Why does the heart interfere with everything. Mind your business, heart, that's a stomach issue, not a heart issue. I get old and i die. Why? Why not live on. Why the body dies. How can a stupid turtle or a tree live for 400 yrs, but smart intelligent me die at 75/80/90/100. The tree doesn't have a heart, what's dying. Pluck my heart out and i die on the spot. Tear a limb of a tree and it grows it back. Wtf. If I put a bicycle on a porch and just leave it there, leave it there for my whole life. Let it sit there. I'm 20,30,40,50,60,70,80...i pop dead. What happens to the bicycle considering the porch is still there. Let's say it's under a tree or somewhere that doesn't decay. What happens to that bicycle after 200yrs. Does the bicycle rot and shrivel up and turn to dust. I don't know. I'm just jibbering on tonight. Going to bed now. Enough.

When you're arguing with someone saying they don't make sense, that's the Absolute showing you how it doesn't make sense. Anything that makes sense to you is you making sense of it. Nothing makes sense. Absolutely. Lose your brain and see how quickly you won't even recognize the letter A. Jonklpoitbvc doesn't compute because it's not recognizable. Why is the word "good" recognizable and "gfbvcni" isn't. You are not familiar. If you were taught the word "druybnsa" and it came with a meaning, it would be normal. I can't type Chinese here, but for those who don't know Chinese, that would just be a bunch of jibberish too. The Chinese would understand, but you won't. Same species, same being, same type of make-up, but one can't recognize one from the other. You can read this because you were taught how to read English. Get a translator and turn it into Spanish and the Spanish speaking could also comprehend it with the aide of a man-made object. Both are humans but one cannot differentiate one from the other only because they were taught differently. Something inside of you is able to read and comprehend one over the other. Both move their hands the same, move their feet the same way, blink the same, yawn and sneeze the same generally, but understands language differently. All taught. Anybody taught you how to yawn or sneeze or blink. No, it happened naturally. Why are we believing in language. Words. Why are we taking them as true or false. Yes, in the relative world we need that, but if you take into consideration all I've said above, nothing worded or taught can be true or false. It's all made up shit. This is why we debate and argue. Sense making. We're making sense of what doesn't naturally. Then you seek Truth. How can Truth be known. Truth is you blinking, yawning and sneezing. Truth is you making shit up to make sense of the world, Truth is. It just is. Therefore, there's no real truth, because everything just is. Shut up. That's truth. cry, that's truth. Anyone had to sit you down and teach you how to cry or laugh. Do your mouth like this and squirm like that, that's how you laugh and cry. No. It comes naturally. You were taught what to laugh and cry about. Burn your hand. Do you need to be taught to yell out ouch. No. It came naturally, or however you responded to the pain. The body responds, the mind interprets. There really is no mind so, guess what. Oh yeah, where is the mind during deep sleep, where are the thoughts. You awaken from sleep here comes the mind. Talking shit. Same as when your Aunt leaves, she ain't there anymore and when she returns, there she is. When you sleep, nothing is there, awake from sleep, it's all back. Aunty leaves, she ain't there, she appears, there she is. Where did the mind go when you were asleep. To the store? Where did Aunty go. To the store? Both were out of your fake awareness. Now Aunty is just a memory. Is the mind a memory when you're asleep. Don't know. Don't know anything.

Fried roaches, crickets and worms, anyone?

Can I have some curly flies with that and bloody guts ketchup for topping. Going shopping for tomorrow's dinner at the New York City Subway Rat Shop. Here kitty kitty. Titi won't stop smelling and chasing me around the house. Thanks for sharing. Channel looks interesting and gut wrenchingly fabulously appetizing.

Love this.

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.