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There is joy, there is happiness. joy is first thing in the morning and happiness is last thing at night. Former is who you are and unconditional and later is conditioned, what kind of day you had. Joy is what you bring to the table and happiness is what that joy effects in the world around.

Agreed. Therein is the work. If we see it outside, we have created it within right?

Contemplate that all rapists are doing the best they can and have to do but what they do just like you do the best you can at being you. Could you do any different? And ask yourself what level of rapist exists within you? Could you ever be accused of not asking for consent?

For me, soul is the storehouse of consciousness that one brings forth at birth and during life either expands or contracts. Ultimately consciousness and existence WILL end becoming knowingness and reality respectively and this is when form and non-form are harmonized. Namely love steps in to quell all the rampant fear and there are no more problems-not that there were any in the first place-and the kingdom of heaven is witnessed. Not to say that consciousness couldn't spring up anew but this place is well and truly toast per Gary Renard's The Disappearance of the Universe

Oneness in a practical word is non-judgementalism because everyone around me is a perfect conglomeration, doing what they need to do and doing the best they can to do it. Would I criticize my own left foot for being wicked because it rashly stubbed my toe when I was out walking this afternoon? Everyone is my long lost limb living loving leaching loathing as they need to the best they know how. Judge not is to restore oneness.

In my case, I am utterly incapable of honesty until I am laid out on the appointed deathbed. Until then, sorry but I am going to continue siphoning resources from those who truly need them to survive. I am a parasite, a festering cyst, clinging to corrosive justifications and refusing to face the truth. Lazy, inept, grotesquely self-centered, I hereby absolve myself of responsibility to set things right. Only when I am ready to lie down and let go - ready to die to this pathetic excuse of an existence - will I finally be someone worth breathing air with. Following that brief interlude, now back to your regularly scheduled programs.

Happy is, my life has meaning because I am doing what I came to do and I am doing it the best I can. Love is the only thing that will make you happy. See everything as an act of love or an ask for love. Be glad and be kind in each case respectively. You will sleep happily every night. Anything else ends in tears. On your death bed you leave happily knowing you completed the assignment.

Save from death. Almost everyone thinks they're going to die until they encounter a Jesus. No Jesus ever dies! I prove Jesus didn't die by proving that Jesus lives inside me. This means Jesus helps me and saves me. Body will crumble and decay but the Jesus reality will endure. There may be another way but this one is fire. I do not fear death. I cannot die. I am not a body. And I have experienced this for myself. Seeing isn't believing. Believing is seeing. Jesus lived it then asked me to give it a try based on belief. I did and here I am. I am that I am. I am not what you think I am. I am pure observing awareness of being. You are too. Jesus is helpful for getting saved from the seemingly never-ending cycle of death and life. This place is nothing more than a seemingly hard to escape fantasy. Everyone is proud and stubborn. I ain't following no Jesus. I am way too smart. Besides I'm not ready for heaven; I've got way too much living and loving to do first. Hit me up in the next lifetime. After all I am practically living as a god down here as it is; everyone loves me, I make boatloads of cash and boy you should see me dance.

The God I come from doesn't know any f-ups. All is top notch. He does permit exploration and experimentation from His charges. He wouldn't be too kind if He didn't. I am empowered to concoct as many meaningless f-ups as I please. To know how good love is I should investigate for a minute how bad evil is. God blesses my every move. Kids do the maddest of things as we all know. One day I promise I shall wake up, put the guns down - seeing their misery, return to the timeless and live happily ever after. Thank you God.

No one cares even parents. They just want a new improved version of them to carry forward their memory. What they are doing is wholly self serving. They will be nice to you now and you will be nice to them later. You should care and not just for parents. You cannot wake up without another person. You cannot remember God alone. Only by stirring that memory in another can you glimpse the reality of love. You should care for everyone. If you exclude one person, you will be barring yourself from your true nature.

Perfect Brilliant Stillness by David Carse https://ia801200.us.archive.org/16/items/PerfectBrilliantStillnessDavidCarseEbookPDF/Ebook_Perfect_Brilliang_Stillness_David_Carse_output1.pdf

This universe is pretty rubbish at least the bits I contribute to. But it's okay as God has my back. And my shoddy ill-meaning thoughts are corrected as soon as they are formed. Question is can I correct them right away too. Turn every crazy idea of fear, greed, lust into love, grace, beauty. My ideas are me trying to manipulate what is already perfect. I just have to zap everything into the truth it already is.

You are misinterpreting. You wanted to come here and play god. The wrong kind of god. You wanted to lord it over people and have the easiest and most decadent life possible. As if the god almighty you already were wasn't good enough. You messed up there. But it's okay since God corrected it the moment you concocted it. You just have to walk in the corrected reality. Believing that everything here is well you will led back where you belong.

All the bad stuff going on is purely misinterpretation and judgement. All is well. Bad is corrected by seeing love there instead. It is already done. Question is am I going to acknowledge that.

Ego tells me everyday I am the dumbest person who ever lived Some days I even believed it. Every moment is a choice: Will I listen to right mind or left mind? Right mind is that everything has already been corrected and I just need to walk in that fullness of life.

Dumb is choosing to have fun instead of doing what you came to do. You came to ditch who you are and switch to what you are, Don't sweat it as this is not most people's lifetime to awaken.

Jesus was the first person who left the house everyday and saw the face of god in front of him everywhere. He'd like you to do the same. You can't use your eyes, you have to use his. Your eyes show the sin and his eyes show the son. Show people that Jesus didn't die by showing them that Jesus lives in you. To believe before leaving the house is to see the real world.

Access to guns simply increases the share price of bullet proof armour companies You will never kill me as I already know your plans and am three steps ahead Your ideals will simply militarize the entire nation to the damning detriment of all Guns are dumb because we have all been angry enough to wrongly pull that trigger in our worst moment no matter how enlightened we are

Yes. Better still show her this and let her depart in peace.

He brings insane value to the world. Anyone is lucky to get some one on one time with him. Strings, no strings, whatever. He is a beautiful man. He keeps in touch with his exes. I do the same even with my ex-wives. I actually care about people who have shared part of my life. If we're in town at the same time, we will hang out. Sometimes even sex can happen. Quick, go and tell the National Enquirer how many girlfriends i am cheating on.

My eyes are malfunctioning. All my senses are. I show myself what I need to keep myself blindly spinning my wheels in blissful ignorance. I picked this and it's fine. Survival and satisfaction is my agenda. I couldn't care less to see or hear anything that impedes that. Thanks but no thanks. I am merely keeping the dream alive as long as possible. I am winning. I am not dying today. Life is good. God be damned. He can't touch a hair on my head. I am the only god I worship.

Thanks for the playlist Leo. Here's one back at you: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1zSzG7Ikui1e3vUISwDGAv?si=25b9182978a04698

To write is to remember and to learn. To speak is to understand and to teach. Use both deliberately as self love and compassionate love respectively.

Existence is what I project outward from my mind, an ingenious but breakable illusion born from a terrible inner conflict. I hate what I see that I have inside, so I shove it away, wanting it no longer as my unsolvable ever gnawing problem. Why would I hate it? It mirrors the part of myself I cannot bear to look at, the part that chose escape over reality. In discarding the crown jewels of love, perfection, and oneness, I am thus required to dream up a sanctuary - a gleaming if godforsaken place to dispose of this demonic self-loathing: welcome to existence ladies and gentlemen, also known as the universe. Everything I perceive “out there” is simply the inner hatred reflected back, and so I keep it all outside of my bubble, as if distance is what will protect me from my own projections. Nonexistence, on the other hand, is not annihilation or emptiness - it is pure love itself. It forever sits quietly in my mind, untouched by all these distractions and fears, ignored but never eliminated. Instead of turning to this infinite love within, I chase after its pale imitations in the external world. I seek love, fulfillment, and safety in fleeting beguiling forms, but these in truth are nothing more than veils of lack, hatred, and fear masquerading as deliverance. The love I think I find in the universe is hollow because it is conditional, dependent on the very limits and illusions I created to obscure the real love that dwells within me. To move beyond this false plane, I simply let the nonexistence dissolve whatever I see. This is not a matter of destruction but of readjustment - seeing every situation through the eyes of love, mercy, and truth. Consciousness as I explained above is the tool that shapes perception, turning the infinite into the finite and giving the illusion of separation. Yet this same consciousness can be gently redirected. By recognizing that my perceptions are not fixed but malleable, I can choose to see the universe differently. In this way, I undo the life I thought I had, revealing a new state of affairs, one where love reigns and fear retreats. From this place of healed perception, the absolute is primed to take hold and restore me to what I am: limitless, whole, and at peace. This process is not to do with fixing anything external but about letting go of any need to maintain the illusions I planted. Ask yourself, If all I see and feel is a reflection of my own mind, what would happen if I let love reformulate my vision entirely? This is the path: give all perceptions over to love and let it transform everything from the inside out. In doing so, allow the barriers built against love to fall away, opening the door to the absolute.