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@Jannes Just another pointer: The I couldn’t give a fuck about well-being or peace or anything at all except one thing — it only cares about being real. No matter what it tells itself, that’s actually all it cares about, and indeed all it does is whatever it needs to do to stay apparently real.

I am relatively certain that the original intent of this post (or at least the posted image) was laughter

Well at least it was was amusing to you. In the end there are no things to matter and no one for things to matter to. There is only love. Ending this conversation before you have an aneurism -- jk but seriously this isn't going anywhere.

I don't think nothing matters. It's just that things mattering doesn't matter. I have absolutely no wisdom. I lost all of it, and I tried very hard to hold onto it. I never wanted this, and yet it's totally everything that was wanted. Appreciate your response. Fuck off (joking!)

Yes of course it matters. But things mattering, doesn't matter. Calm down brother.

See when I was rude in such a way you accused of being a wounded child longing for a mothers love. That's perfectly natural. Saying fuck off is perfectly natural. It is an absolute freedom to tell someone to fuck off while loving them at the same time. Though of course it's not exactly that I love you. There is no different between this and that so I love you by default. Not for who you are, which is seemingly a bit of a prick to my particular character. It's unconditional love all the same.

It apparently happened. I never reached it. There was never anyone who could. Can't stress that enough. The knowing of enlightenment is the absolute unknowing of everything. If that sounds special, it's a total illusion. It's a total loss but also a freedom. It's the end of all of your hopes and dreams, yet the dreams remain. Essentially, there is no enlightenment, because enlightenment is all there is already. So you never reach it.

I'm telling on you. You said the F word!

The story of evolution seems to show that biology works perfectly imperfectly.

The question doesn't arise unless there's an apparent owner of the body that dies. Nobody owns the body that dies.

It's referred to as removing a thorn with another thorn. But surprisingly, no theory or practice connects with enlightenment at all. Nothing does. Even the more obviously direct techniques such as looking for the looking -- that looking is the very same looking... I AM is an unbreakable, airtight illusion, because there's no illusion to break. If liberation happens (it's recognized there was only ever liberation), the illusion is apparently broken (since it never was real), but when that happens, it's clear that it happened for no apparent reason. The whole time I was single pointedly focused on enlightenment and truth, I was really only perpetuating myself -- doing my absolute best to prevent enlightenment, till the bitter end. It was the saddest and funniest event I could ever imagine.

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Created it back when I was into Ramana Maharshi's teachings. Just put a zero in between to signify infinity. Fuck off.

There's just the unknowable infinite, which has no possibilities, as it's already everything, and nothing in particular. And this is the whole of it -- it is without limit, and too boundless to be defined. There is nothing else, and there is no separation.

Forgiveness can certainly make things seem lighter. But it overlooks the reality: there's nothing to forgive.

I truly hope you don't get banned. That's all I'm gonna say.

The only one that needs is an illusion. I need things in order to persist. Not saying spirituality can't be used to manifest states of blissful happiness. It certainly can be. It's just that it's not needed.

Pain Three Days Grace Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all You're sick of feeling numb You're not the only one I'll take you by the hand And I'll show you a world that you can understand This life is filled with hurt When happiness doesn't work Trust me and take my hand When the lights go out, you'll understand Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Anger and agony are better than misery Trust me, I've got a plan When the lights go up, you'll understand Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd like to feel pain than nothing Rather feel pain I know, I know, I know, I know, I know That you're wounded You know, you know, you know, you know That I'm here to save you You know, you know, you know, you know I'm always here for you I know, I know, I know, I know That you'll thank me later Pain without love Pain, can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain

@ZenSwift Consciousness, or whatever you want to call all there is, is completely empty. It's not looking at anything, and it can't see itself. It just is what it is, which is nothing in particular.

The absolute (if by consciousness you mean all there is) is never aware of or conscious of itself. It just is itself. It can appear as awareness, but that awareness is just an appearance -- the absolute being itself... which is really a lazy way of speaking because it's also completely empty and therefore also not itself.

The looking for the looking is that very looking. It's unbreakable. It seems it can only apparently stop for no apparent reason, in the end. Even when I thought I was 100% dead set on truth and enlightenment, what I was actually doing, the whole time, was perpetuating myself. I wanted to know what it was like to be enlightened -- that never happened. While this is certainly NOT what I was looking for, it also totally is. Forgiveness was a seemingly important part of my path-story -- there was always a delay between the action and the forgiveness, however slight. "I forgive myself for not understanding," etc. Then it was recognized there's only liberation, and there was nothing left to forgive.

Well yes it's an unbreakable illusion because it was never there. What I was looking for was never this, it was always something else, and there isn't anything else. So there's nothing to witness the seeing-through.

This is all allegorical: Eating from the tree of knowing is the experience of separation — a journeyer on a path to Heaven. It is only the journeyer which views some things as better than others and therefore sin as being real. There is no sin apart from the sinners own belief that they did something wrong. And the greatest sin in that story would be leaving Heaven by imagining there’s something else. This is why forgiveness is such a fundamental part of the Bible. There is no sin. The experience of separation is just Heaven/God/wholeness appearing as that.

They ate from the tree of knowledge (of good and evil; duality). Meaning they became self conscious. I am here and therefore there’s something else over there. Which seemingly hides Heaven, which is itself blindly, and thus doesn’t know itself. It doesn’t know right from wrong (or awesome from ordinary) because it is itself and there is no other and no need (and no way) to be anything else — there isn’t anything else. This is everything. And no one knows that. There isn’t anyone separate from everything. There is only the immediate overwhelming simplicity of Heaven blindly and unknowably being what it is — which can’t be objectified or defined because it’s too free and meaningless.

Yes. Self inquiry ? But that would still be me thinking that something needs to happen for me to fall away. A loop/contraction. Nothing ever needed to happen for me to fall away, because I was never there.