mandyjw

@kieranperez There's a difference between hideous and love and light? Hitler=good. Hippies= bad. Not about nonduality. Got it.

If you've read the New Testament in the Bible then you've murdered Jesus, and hung him on the cross, not once but four times in a row. Is that a provocative statement? Yes. Is there value in contemplating it? Maybe, it depends on you and your background. It really true? No. If it is true, then you also were Jesus and you also cried for him and died along with him and were the letters on the page, the paper they are written on, the person writing it down and a child in Africa who doesn't know who the fuck Jesus was, and too many another "things" in the oneness of that to hold in your conceptual awareness. You are not the weight of the world, but you can choose to feel that way, if you want. You are here now. You have the power to choose your focus here now. If you're called to jury duty on a trial for someone who did horrible things, that's your here now, see what you will. If you're imagining horrible scenarios that's the here now you chose. Other than the love that is, here now, all the rest is conceptual "love" which has its value and has its place in contemplation but is not the actual thing. Just don't lose the purpose of these thought exercises, which is to love fully and completely. To open the door of the heart to everyone, even new age hippies who to our own judgement don't "see" the truth of it quite yet. This poem by Thich Nhat Hanh is a must read on this subject IMO, http://www.awakin.org/read/view.php?tid=2088

A teacher is only ever a connector, "one" who makes connections or a channel through which connections come through. There is no one to give and nothing to be given, there are only connections to be made. This is true even in the physical realm. If reality is indeed a donut, if it's an endless stream of energy in which creator and consumer, giver and receiver are one, then there is no difference between the two. There is only strength of connection, or consciousness of connection. The connection is the only thing being given and the connection is none other than love.

Ooooo... I've for a long time always felt like I need to downplay my success, not talk about my relationship or much of anything at all in a positive light because it's very wrong to risk making other people jealous or make them feel lacking. I didn't know that I was projecting my own tendency of jealousy on other people, instead of expecting the best of them and daring to inspire. I didn't realize that I do not have the power to make another person feel any particular way.

We have no past, we won't reach back Keep with me forward all through the night I have noticed that when I am in the vortex, or the more I love myself, the more confidence and creative spark I am able to clearly channel, the more other people enjoy being around me and are drawn to me. Sometimes this brings up feelings of discomfort and guilt, old well practiced patterns of grasping love and slapping my own hand away because I thought it was outside of me. There is no one to take credit for "attraction" or to misconstrue it. Because I am concerned and uncomfortable with it due to my judgement of self and others, I attract those very misinterpreted situations. I want to have close friendships and connect with people deeply, I want to inspire and share my love with the world without fear or holding back. Matthew 14 “You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. 15 Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. 16 In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.

I don't know if this is true or not, but I wonder if when someone awakens that what they were repressing comes to the surface, like *POOF*. They experience wholeness in that moment, but the mind really "notices" the things that it was previously rejecting or not accepting about itself. Then the mind patterns and identification come back in and the mind sometimes makes false idols out of these very things. Instead of resolving, integrating and dissolving them it grasps them because the mind grasps and because it's like chick hatching from an egg that thinks the first thing it sees is its Mommy.

It feels so good to know that these are stories, that it's all fictional fantasy. That there is no weight to them. There was a story of self who thought that love was something separate from it and so it thought it could act in right and wrong ways. It believed that it could cut itself off from love, and created the fear of it and so it feared fear and kept itself from feeling its love. I went to Dr.P's and noticed two things. The split tree that gave me the insight about nonduality and duality being one and two at the same time last year, is very heart shaped where it splits to two. I was considering my intuition and the conflicting thoughts around it. There was a single oak leaf that was obviously and loudly blowing back and forth side to side, casting a long shadow because of the way the sun was angled until finally it stopped and stayed still. How could there be a wrong choice? Is there two? How can there be intuition and a thing that's not intuition? Following or not following? Are we not back to the original predicament of right and wrong, good and bad? Is it not just the One, wobbling back and forth as if it could be in two places at once?

JESUS. The next label had the word azure in it and immediately my eyes go to the blue marker on my desk with blue in different languages (blue, azul, bleu) written on it. I always had an energetically messed up relationship with my best friend's dad. I spent a lot of time at their house when I was in my early 20's. Her parents were Christian only they kind of stayed in their beliefs rather than evolving over time like mine. Her Dad was the one who was passionate about it. He also had quite a devilish side. He was hilarious and really just a blast to be around. His wife stopped sleeping with him after their son was born and they slept in different buildings. They had a miserable marriage. He supported her completely financially and wouldn't divorce her because it was "wrong" but good lord, the poor man had a battle going on in his head and it showed in his interactions with women. Nothing wrong was ever said or done. We had some intense and hilarious debates about religion. Sometimes he went hiking with us. He made fun of my husband a lot. I bought a BRIGHT turquoise blue car and we talked about my car a lot. I decided I really wanted the color as it's my favorite and held out for it, usually I would have just gotten whatever was less expensive. Shortly after he bought a Corvette in the same exact color. I think he was planning to anyway, I don't know. His wife HATED the car and I'm ashamed to recall the thoughts that went through my head when I saw it. There were other thoughts proceeding it, and I really enjoyed the ego boost and the fun of the reading between the lines energetic nature or interacting with him. I don't know if he ever enjoyed the car except for obsessively polishing it all the time. He sold it again just a few years later. He drove by when I was walking and waved to me a week or so ago. 27 You have heard that it was said, ‘Do not commit adultery.’ 28 But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman to lust after her has already committed adultery with her in his heart. Matthew 5:28 Inconveniently, we are vibrational beings and there are vibrational effects to our thoughts and feelings. I had buck teeth in high school, like pretty bad buck teeth. I was supposed to get them fixed but I could tell that the orthodontist was bullshitting my parents, I was always worried about their finances for them and he had Aspergers and said something insensitive and I was just like "ya know what , fuck this". My parents told me that my teeth "added character". When I was 19 a dentist moved next door and started an invisalign program. I decided that I had had enough "character." My teeth were easy to fix. They looked normal just in time for my wedding. I never went to college, I was an extremely shy girl with buck teeth in high school. I remember one of the cool guys who ran cross country with us telling me I looked just like a squirrel. I initiated the start of the romantic relationship with my husband. I spent most of my life as a hermit, completely isolated from people. I was almost never in a setting where I experienced what it was like to feel attractive or desired just spontaneously without someone knowing who I was or what I was like. I demonized this sort of thing or "scene" as shallow. I also always felt like I missed out on the fun of it. Once I was in a city for my business shortly after graduated high school. It actually turned out to be one of the best days of my life, I ended up getting featured on TV and had amazing sales. On the way to the bathroom a guy looked at me, suggestively raising his eyebrows. I just looked back at him and laughed. His friend punched him and laughed at his rejection. Then I realized what had even happened. I was just shocked, I didn't know how to respond. I just laughed, inappropriate laughter again. I felt bad about my reaction, I never had to deal with this sort of thing. It felt good though. This is embarrassing. It would have been easier to keep on thinking I was "good" and repressing my devilish egoic desire to be desired. Would it? This morning I noticed the word star on a truck and noticed that "star" spelled backwards is "rats". I just pulled a tarot card because I'm feeling some confliction about this topic and journal entry and I pulled the star card. Hold your focus forward. You don't transcend by judging yourself.

I checked my son's school folder this morning and there was a project paper he had done for Valentine's Day with hearts and keys. This morning I was thinking about an early memory I had. We went to the city shopping as a family. I was really young, 4 or 5 I think. We were in line checking out and again like when all my other embarrassing moments happened I wasn't paying any attention, lost in my own world. I ended up next to a man in front of us and then thinking I was beside my dad I started hugging and bumping against his leg like kids do. My parents called me back and I was horrified. I don't remember them shaming me at all, but I do remember just being inherently horrified about it. Later they tried to make me feel better about it, saying that he probably didn't think anything about it. I really don't know why it upset me so much. Started to get to work this morning, I've been journaling quite a bit and want to get caught up. The first thing I did was print a shipping label to Lolita Lockhart and the word swords associated with it. Genesis 3:24 After he drove the man out, he placed on the east side of the Garden of Eden cherubim and a flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way to the tree of life.

You better "make up" your mind.

I don't practice kriya, but depression and sluggishness can herald a breaththrough, keep your focus on where you're going and listen to your intuition.

In my experience I agree. Also in my experience it's impossible to point to who or what to credit for a breakthrough when you are everything.

Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Oh, shall I stay, would it be a sin Oh, if I can't help falling in love with you? Like a river flows, surely to the sea Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you Oh, like a river flows, surely to the sea Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be Oh, take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you The line I mentioned this morning that I loved from Dr.P's book. All the girls who dreamed about Elvis, and really, he loved every one of them back just as much, unknowingly. Maybe it's a river and not a donut. Did you want to laugh or cry? Both? Done.

Who reads Ramana Maharshi and goes off on a tangent about donuts? Nobody.

It is simply, SIMPLY, falling in love with yourself. You won't survive the process. I've noticed over recent years how I've become more and more easily fascinated and completely enthralled and lost in things. Part of it is the joy in connections being made, and the more connections that are made, the more connections that are made, exponentially. Each connection is love. I don't know if this is part of the process or the result. Training myself to see beauty in nature throughout the winter created the first bliss and other-worldly-like experience of running down that road in the springtime. This was maybe, the first time I achieved (accidentally?) using this process, of merging the law of attraction with meditation. At the time I didn't meditate and didn't really know about the law of attraction, but they are not/more than concepts. Now, go and do it with eveeeeeerything else. My kid is running and hopping around me carelessly, kinda banging into things and in my body is this "pull" of stress and annoyance. I wanted the chocolate sprinkles on my donut, you fucking bitch.

YOU baked the donut to eat it, and you're telling me you don't LIKE donuts? Seriously, what the fuck? Oh, you like the donut part but not the sprinkles? The frosting could be better? Seriously I mean, you fucking picked them out and put them there. You didn't even have time to change your mind. You choose and consume the donut, altogether in one action right fucking now. This is the donut of your dreams. My puppy threw up in my car, and it's right between the seat and the door in this tiny, tiny space. I cleaned it up but I can't get it all, I mean, there are gonna be some crusty bits in that space forever. Puppy's name is Muninn but you know what I call him most of the time? Mu. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but only when I'm looking at him.

I ended up stuck at my Mom's with nothing to do and went into my Kindle app and ended up reading Ramana Marharshi on intuition. "The body is a form of five sheaths. Therefore all five are included in the term ‘body’. Without a body, is there a world? Say, leaving the body, is there anyone who has seen a world?" Also paraphrasing here, but apparently, reality is a giant donut eating itself that you're projecting, and it's really as stunningly profound as it sounds ridiculous. One action of creation and consummation. Self Love and Self Inquiry meeeeeeeeeeeeerge

Could you love the projections on the wall without loving the projector, the source of them itself? Can one be without the other?

@Nahm Easter eggs hidden in plain sight everywhere.

I know, right? I was following a regular yoga video on youtube a few days ago for exercise and was fascinated to find that every time I put my hands on my heart I started to cry.

Allowing desire/ desiring non-desire is quite a mindblowing paradox.

What do you value in other people?

There's one memory I didn't share about running cross country that I thought of this morning. I loved the mud. Tearing up the track, it got so muddy and you'd get splattered all up and down. I loved something about this. I loved cleaning off after the race, after all the nervousness and pain was over and feeling right as rain. SO... much synchronicity in this song and video. Giant Calvin Harris, Rag'n'Bone Man I understood loneliness Before I knew what it was I saw the pills on the table For your unrequited love I would be nothing Without you holding me up Now I'm strong enough for both of us Both of us, both of us, both of us I am a giant (ooh) Stand up on my shoulders, tell me what you see 'Cause I am a giant (ooh) We'll be breaking boulders, underneath our feet I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am a giant (oh) I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am a giant (oh) Don't hide your emotions You can throw down your guard And feed from the notion We can be who we are You taught me something, yeah Freedom is ours It was you who taught me living is Togetherness, togetherness, togetherness I am a giant (ooh) Stand up on my shoulders, tell me what you see 'Cause I am a giant (ooh) We'll be breaking boulders, underneath our feet I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am a giant (oh) I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am a giant (oh) Oh, oh, oh, hey-oh, oh, oh, oh, hey-oh I'm gonna shake, throw it away in the dirt, under me, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, hey-oh, oh, oh, oh, hey-oh I'm gonna shake, throw it away in the dirt, under me, yeah, yeah Gonna shake, throw it away in the dirt, yeah, yeah Gonna shake, throw it away in the dirt, yeah, yeah Gonna shake, throw it away in the dirt, yeah, yeah Gonna shake, throw it away in the dirt I am, I am, I am (ooh) I am, I am, I am, I am, I am a giant (ooh) I am, I am, I am, I am, I am a giant (ooh)

"I am a giant (ooh) Stand up on my shoulders, tell me what you see 'Cause I am a giant (ooh) We'll be breaking boulders, underneath our feet I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am a giant (oh) I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am a giant (oh)" My best friend took me horseback riding a few years ago. Another girl took us out. They gave me an old slow horse because I had no experience. That horse tried to fuck with me the entire time. I didn't realize nor accept the fact that I was supposed to put MY weight into my heels to drive them into his side to get him to go. It felt incredibly cruel to me. He tried to go off the trail and I remember the helpless sense of having a complete lack of control. Of all the stories I'd read about travel on horses, this seemed like a painful and miserable experience when reality was compared with fantasy. Eventually the girl realized that we were just not compatible and had to switch horses with me, so I ended up riding her own horse, which treated me much better. He was black and white. I'm not sure of my memory, but I think his name was Ransom.

Just discovered this, full of synchronicity.