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This stuff is so horrendously anti-feminism. But hits you where you live, I know from experience and trail, and error that it's spot on. Just as I love both Abraham Hicks and Nisargadatta Maharaj, I'll read Women Who Run With Wolves and also take marriage advice from Laura Doyle. https://lauradoyle.org/blog/not-attracted-to-your-husband/ It's up to you to imagine what you want to imagine. Had a fight with my husband a couple weeks ago. Not really a fight, our fights are me not saying anything then blowing up and then feeling awful and trying to actually explain what I meant. There have been so many times at the start I've told him I'm done. I've made him cry a lot. But he just holds his ground and I come back around. It's stupid and shallow but I ended up cutting his hair for him cause of the pandemic and it's kinda like when he was in college again. The conversations that happened after I lost my temper lead to some really good things. It's up to you to imagine what you want to imagine. ADD... hit you where you live reminds me of this song... It's very funny to me now that I programmed my 6 year old brain with these messages. Lyrics You want to change, with all your might You want to do right in his sight It's his delight to give you your desire It's his desire to set your life on fire, on fire Sometimes it hurts when reprimanded It hurts him more than it's hurtin' you He'll pick you up from where you landed When he knocks you down, turns your life around He'll turn your life around Hit you where you live, you can't hold back When you're struck by his love you will know Hit you where you live, it's so close to home When you're all sold out the mark will show Let him hit you where you live The evidence leads to conviction When we don't live everything we say There's got to be a crucifixion We can live dying everyday You've got to tell him he's free to take a shot He wants to hit you with everything he's got Hit you where you live, you can't hold back When you're struck by his love you will know Hit you where you live, it's so close to home When you're all sold out the mark will show Let him hit you where you live A lost and dying world is dying to know He lives the only way they'll know, what he has to give Is when we're hit where we live Hit you where you live, you can't hold back When you're struck by his love you will know Hit you where you live, it's so close to home When you're all sold out the mark will show Let him hit you where you live On fire, on fire

They just aren't what I think. @Zigzag Idiot @DrewNows Thanks! I had a lot of fun with the video. I know Caught up in the middle I cry, just a little When I think of letting go Oh no Gave up on the riddle I cry, just a little When I think of letting go

There are no people on this forum. I have misjudged everyone, everyone completely.

I know that answering questions with a question is super annoying but what is unconditional love and how does it apply to the questions?

Everyone is already beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Sounds cliche but it's actually an incredibly deep and powerful pointer.

M: It is you that need my body to talk to you. I am not my body, nor do I need it. I am the witness only. I have no shape of my own. You are so accustomed to think of yourselves as bodies having consciousness that you just cannot imagine consciousness as having bodies. Once you realize that bodily existence is but a state of mind, a movement in consciousness, that the ocean of consciousness is infinite and eternal, and that, when in touch with consciousness, you are the witness only, you will be able to withdraw beyond consciousness altogether.

I'm having the same problem, I could eat beans and lentils everyday but end up with stomach pain. Black beans, garbanzo beans, hemp seeds all have a lot of protein if you want to change it up from lentils. I eat sardines which have low mercury levels but still try to limit them to a couple cans a week. I also eat nuts (brazil nuts, walnuts, almonds all good choices) and pumpkin seeds almost everyday.

@IJB063 I found Leo a long time ago by searching for "how to deal with anger" on youtube. Anxiety and fear seem to be the deeper root issue behind it oftentimes. I'm not sure if you'd also find that to be the case. I've found running to be really helpful, in my opinion nothing feels better when you're angry or frustrated than a good run. It has a way of channeling thoughts so they all come out but they are all seen as they do. Sitting with that energy with the intention of stopping thoughts is much harder in my opinion, so I find doing both works well for me. Breath work and all kinds of other techniques might work better for you. @Nahm 's advice has been beyond valuable to me in this area.

So I know we create our own reality and I'm usually pretty skeptical about this stuff but I'm seeing some unexpected benefits. I decided to fully commit to it and went shopping today and half of the fridge is full of celery and half is other things including everyone else's food now, so I'm a little afraid my husband will call the men in white coats but I'm fairly certain that he is used to this sort of thing by now. I found that celery prices and quality at stores vary widely. I got a large package for $1.80 and a smaller package for $4 at another grocery store, both are organic. So make sure you shop around. Quality varies too and you have to actually juice it to tell what the juice yield will be. The leaves make the juice really bitter so I take them off.

I actually had an incredibly enjoyable grocery shopping experience this morning. Is this what Abraham Hicks means by prepaving? That's not quite how I imagine intentional prepaving looks like.

MANDY, you IDIOT, you did not appreciate anything important, you failed to appreciate everything. It is funny, and it is profound. What side are you arguing? You did forget it. The need to remember is forgetting. Is that why writing things down allows us to let go? I don't know, I seem to have forgotten that only crazy people write in the third person but I'm remembering it now. Only crazy people, in comparison to other people who are sane?

There was a thread in the dating section that reminded me of this memory. The thread was about men who are naturally confident and funny. I always loved my friend's Dad and thought he was the most hilarious gifted with people skills person. I always put him on a pedestal and thought the world of him. I was with my friend and her Mom sitting on the couch and her Mom was overly dramatic, romantic and emotional (pot calls the kettle black, more than ME okay???) and her Mom was watching the anniversary of the Titanic series and had been all day. We started watching with her and this clip came on. We all had a tear in our eye. Her dad came in and absolutely couldn't handle it, and immediately started mocking and making fun of the guy. I appreciated something important then. The entire situation is funny looking back, but I never forgot it.

I'm in love with and obsessed with teachings right now, reading listening. They sound so beautiful, they inspire, they touch me just how I want to be touched. (I had to make it weird.) What I really want is not to need them to remind me. Why do I keep forgetting? This remembering, forgetting of nothing paradox is such a joke. "Don't leave me." While I am grocery shopping today, with all the extra rules cause of the pandemic, I will just pretend that I am Mufasa. I wonder if Mufasa would pay attention to those arrows that tell you what direction to go down to the aisle? What would Mufasa do? I once had a pentecostal penpal in Iowa. She sent me a what would Jesus do bracelet. WWJD? I thought it was sort of stupid at first but kinda resonated with it later on. What would Jesus do? Well, he wouldn't do ANYTHING because there was never a Jesus doing anything and there's no you doing anything either, so Why Are You Asking The Fucking Question? WAYATFQ? Anyone wanna buy a bracelet from me? Would Mufasa say "forgive those unmasked assholes going the wrong direction down the aisle, because they didn't notice the signs and have asthma" or would he let out a huge roar in the cereal aisle and wipe out the shelves? WAYATFQ? So I still haven't brushed my hair this morning and I'm suppose to leave in a half hour. Mufasa would just continue to write fuckery in her journal because that's what's happening.

Sometimes going in the opposite direction of avoiding imagination and concepts works. Daydream, read novels, fantasize about things, make ridiculous jokes, laugh. At least that way you are deluding yourself that it's all real and serious. It also seems to nurture a sort of hunger and relentless desire for what's "true". Whatever that is.

Q: When they have some spiritual experience, another difficulty arises. They complain that the experience does not last, that it comes and goes in a haphazard way. Having got hold of the lollypop, they want to suck it all the time. M: Experience, however sublime, is not the real thing. By its very nature it comes and goes. Self-realization is not an acquisition. It is more of the nature of understanding. Once arrived at, it cannot be lost. On the other hand, consciousness is changeful, flowing, undergoing transformation from moment to moment. Do not hold on to consciousness and its contents. Consciousness held, ceases. To try to perpetuate a flash of insight, or a burst of happiness is destructive of what it wants to preserve. What comes must go. The permanent is beyond all comings and goings. Go to the root of all experience, to the sense of being. Beyond being and not-being lies the immensity of the real. Try and try again. So awakening, no matter how deep or profound or fucking-up-of-one's-life it may seem in memory is always "cool story bro" and yet, the desire it brings about in us is worth "dying" for. I'm having a hard time in mediation, (me, judgment, doing something). There's this feeling in my stomach like anxiety, butterflies, fear, falling in love and it's not really happened but it seems very real. I'd like to demonize it, but I know it's my best friend. I wish we could just have an awkward conversation and hash things out, but I don't know what to say. Is it possible my words won't fix things this time? Because nothing needs to be fixed? I'm not sure how to reconcile with something I actually really want to get rid of. The misunderstanding seems stupidly obvious when you write about it, doesn't it?

Oh yeah, there's only infinite intelligence when there's no one to know anything. But why would it be preferable to have intelligence running the show over it being random? Only because we seek security in that. We seek security in knowing or in us believing in a powerful knower (God) who knows for us. We seek security because we identify with being separate, finite beings. We is scared.

Even Grover gets embarrassed after he finds out that he's the monster at the end of the book.

Yeah, the story is deeply, intimately personal. It'll make you laugh, cry, both at the same time, it has meaning and purpose, etc. But it's just a story. It never happened, it isn't happening, there's no substance or reality there and no one for it to happen to. There's no character in actuality, it's all a dream, it's creative fiction so in that sense it's impersonal because there's no person, no character. Everything and every happening has to have a character in order to experience it in the story, someone has to appear in the story for it to have life, to be told. BUT the character itself is a fiction. What does this mean? It means you can enjoy the story knowing that anything is possible and everything is completely ok. Even when it seems it's not, it's OK.

I almost got caught in a political thread and wrote Yeah, but. And then I realized. Yabut I'm afraid I'll lose my orientation. (This is funny after previously talking about freddie mercury) Afraid of losing orientation of time and me, and how I'm doing and what I am. Afraid of physically losing sense of orientation, in meditation. If I don't get embarrassed anymore, how will I know what to be embarrassed about? I just got embarrassed of my previous journal entries came back and thought, those are inspiring and that's another arbitrary judgement about them that owns them, what the fuck? "People say we. There's no such thing as we. We is a dream that the individual adds to itself to hide the reality that I Am is an experience of being completely alone. Because I am the only one who knows how I feel, let's say and I can't communicate that to anyone. So I am in that experience completely alone, and I hide that by dreaming that there's a we." -Jim Newman AHHHH!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

Kinda fun read. https://thoughtcatalog.com/nico-lang/2013/08/55-celebrities-whose-real-names-will-surprise-you/

Well, I'd just notice the desire to find people who are interested in what you are and keep an eye out for opportunities to do so. In the meantime hang out with them and try to appreciate them or just forgive yourself for choosing not to and enjoy your alone time. No problem either way. I'd probably opt to stay to myself in that situation, honestly.

Can you use a pen name of some sort for the business and keep your real name? Or use an alternate, more generic name for the business? Even changing your name when you're a woman and get married is a huge pain the ass and there are extra steps if you are doing it for another reason other than marriage.

He is pretty awesome. But really, how easy is that when the women you interact with are talented actresses, all likely with hours of training in improv and the expectation is that he will interact like that before they even come in. He even has props and conversation pieces there that he can use. I know men who naturally have this sort of personality. They are an absolute blast to be around, but as soon as your cat or your grandma dies, they suddenly and mysteriously are no where to be found.

Yes, this was a huge area of suffering in my life. I had a somewhat lonely childhood and then chose to almost completely isolate myself after high school while I started a business. I eventually got so depressed that I reached out to a friend and started socializing again. I noticed that I would have an absolute blast, but then after feel this HUGE let down. I realized that spending time with others increased the thoughts I had about myself, and how I fit in with them. There was constant thinking about what they thought of me, and caring a lot about that or thinking about what I thought of them (judgement). When I was alone or working, there was just me and the work, nothing to think about (unless I STILL thought about other people, even then), but also nothing to really challenge my thoughts patterns about self and other. Meditation, spiritual teachings and watching your thoughts will completely change this over time. Anyway, it's not the people that drain you, it's the thoughts about you and them.