mandyjw

You define one and single by a belief that there are borders around a thing that defines it, that cause it to "exist" or stick out from reality. Being is thought to be separate from nonbeing, with the birth of one there are two. The concept is the conception.

Movement requires a still point for reference, so it is dualistic. It only exists within thought. When I run, my body doesn't move from my perspective, I'm in it. It is moving, but it also doesn't move, I don't distance myself from my body by moving it, my limbs move. The surroundings seem to move. There seems to be a separation between my body and the outside environment which movement seems to confirm. Am I moving, or is the environment moving as if I was in a virtual reality? I can flip this perspective back and forth as I will because it's a thought. Magic, huh?

We aren't. It's just thought attachment or belief in thought and ignorance of feeling. When you have a thought that feels bad and you believe the content of the thought you think more thoughts that also feel bad to try to resolve the first. Example. "I should be doing something else right now, something that brings in income." "This business idea I'm passionate about isn't practical." "I spent the whole day working on this project I'm so inspired about, but I don't see how it will bring in income." Why do I want income? If I'm financially secure I believe I will have peace and happiness. But the thoughts are what is unsettling my peace and happiness. Instead you can listen to feeling and you don't believe the thought. Happiness is not to be found in the future. Happiness isn't caused. I cannot cause it. Nothing else can cause it or threaten it. Only thinking makes it seem that this is not the case. I can drop the thoughts that are veiling it and making it seem distant or in the future. My mind clears. Maybe I listen to music, maybe I see beauty, I tap into awareness. I think new thoughts, I receive thoughts that are new ideas, new inspirations, insight. How you feel is the measure of clarity or quality of your thoughts. If you are feeling bad those thoughts are to be dropped, not to be believed. The thought may be "true", but you are not interpreting it in any way resembling truth. If you try to resolve a thought that feels bad with more thought you dig in deeper. What is meant by ego is the sense (illusion) of a "you" behind the thought. In your actual senses there is no such you. The senses sense, they are not sensed themselves. Can you smell smelling? "You" is the imagined continuum, the one who has knowledge, the one who thinks, the one who knows what things are, the one who should know better, the one who could suffer in the future, the one who could prevent suffering in the future by suffering now. There is no such you, so any thoughts based off an assumption of securing the separate you feel bad. It's a thought. How can it be secured or survive when by it's very nature it is ungraspable and fleeting? That's all. Feeling lets you know it's illusory when it pops up. You take care of your survival without anxiety or even having any thought about it. You eat when you are hungry, you put on clothes when you're cold without much thought, none of these things are problematic. In fact they are forms of art and a way to make a living in themselves, we have fashion and we have restaurants and a multitude of choices of creatively, skillfully prepared food. Millions of people are passionate about and enjoy these things. The same with homes, and engineering heating and cooling systems, transportation, etc. It's art. It's creation. Survival is only the problem we make it to be.

Topic was never derailed, it got to the very heart of the matter spontaneously.

If everyone is in flux then how could one possibly stop long enough to judge another one?

Imagine that there's a really, really important phone call you're expecting, any second, but your phone is in the furthest room in the house. Listen, listen, listen. Pure alertness and pure relaxation aren't at odds with each other, they are both in awareness. Notice that when you breath deeply, it's both relaxing and energizing.

I'm so rare, I've never been found. I'm so strange, new and unknowable that I'm utterly familiar. I'm so empty, so washed clean, so pure, I'm a vessel that holds every thing that's ever been. I never forget and I never remember. I live on the edge, neither staying on one side of life and death, I am perfectly their center. I thrive in decay. My rapturous release is veiled as failure, tragedy and death. I reveal myself to everyone but they never see me for I am the revealing itself. I'm impossible. im-possible... it's right there. How did you not see? Exactly because you thought you did. You think I look wise, so I go around calling "who, who" all the time? Who are you talking about? I fly by night. Why would I need light to see my prey when I am it?

I spin around and spin around looking for someone to praise, someone to thank... for... this. For the spinning, the vortex, the orbit, the momentum and I never find anyone. I'll raise you up to the highest level and flatter you till you're perfectly flat again. One thing leads to another, and they all lead back to Me and I am no thing. I'm so Famous, so Universal, so Celebrated I'm an over-looked cliché that means nothing to anyone. I'm a total hit and a total miss. I'm the bullseye with no center. I'm pure, open, circular darkness. I'm your Pupil, the apple of your eye. I'm the vortex, the waterfall, the rush. I'm the power that sweeps you away, the controller that is the controlled. I'm the flush that appears on your face when you come to close to me and try to hide. You must shed your clothes to enter Me. I'm the door that is not there. I'm pure, utter darkness. The door to the house that is not there, the home that has no walls. I never built them. I'm home everywhere. I don't know where, I'm just aware. I'm untouchable. So untouchable that one touch fills you with utter bliss. I'm warm, I'm so warm I'm a fire that consumes without making contact. I'm so cold, I burn. I'm so distant, I gleam with your own light. So close, you long for me. I'm already yours. And you're mine. I'll mine you for secrets, but I know I planted them there. I'm so wild and free that I was planted right here. I'm so perfectly round and spherical, I'm completely cornered.

You could read into me. You could read anything you want into me. Into me. Come closer. Intome. Pull apart again. In tome. Did you read it or did you write it? Why so long? Why so heavy? What about intimacy, into me see? I'm a book with no cover, a book for no other. When you go back far enough the book of life is the tree of life. https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=book My bark is worse than my bite. I'm a Bitch, I'm an Awarewolf. I'll encircle you, scare the living daylights out of you and leave you in perfect peace because I know, I know that you were marked to heal. Fantasy, legend, mythology. You came before it did. You are so magic, you conjure the idea of magic itself out of itself, into itself.

Having one of those downhill days. I'll use what I learned from skiing, just keep your focus and it'll be one fuck of a fun ride. Kid quarantined for 10 days, go to pick her up and the principal pulls me aside to tell me my other kid hit someone in the face. He never hits anyone. "Why?" they asked? "Momentum." He said. I can't keep a straight face. I cannot. Momentum. Momentum. It's all within a moment. Source, source, you're so fucking close, so within reach these days. The chill up my spine, the tears flow. It's so easy. It's momentum.

What do you really love and like to spend money on?

I guess it's also where the personification of a God came from.

@Shin I saw it but it looked like a sort of primitively sculpted fat Buddha stature to me. I dunno. ❤

OMG I thought that was a black figure sitting and meditating. Never saw a trash bag. WTF? That is so weird.

Funny how a teenage girl's private thoughts became widely famous. Thought says "not-thought is an ASSHOLE!". Not-thought says nothing... just stays where it is, unconditionally loving you, unconditionally aware of the thoughts and feelings. Feeling says ugh, no! You stick with focusing on that thought because you believe it to be true and you don't care to focus on another thought. Awareness or Source is Good with no opposite and never leaves that standpoint. So when you think thoughts that feel awful, it stays where it is and the dissonance between you and it is translated as negative emotion. You can go to it. It won't go to you. Why? Cause it's Good.

Spirituality is entirely made up. It's a bunch of BS. The notion of an self is entirely made up. The notion of a sky is entirely made up. You cannot ever locate the sky. It's a nonexistent screen or space that light is projected on and through. It's entirely imaginary. The fact that objects are solid is entirely imaginary, molecules are spinning around so fast, it creates the illusion of solidity. Science has proven to us, we are a fantasy. Why pretend otherwise? This would still be fantasy. It's unavoidable. So we're here. Why not enjoy it? When you resist fantasy or you long for something not there you aren't enjoying it. When you create a painting, and you don't even know how to paint you allow yourself space for failures and mistakes. And you also will create something much better than you ever dreamed. Because the entire universe is creating with you.

@Salvijus Was just challenging your underlying assumptions that might have prompted you to use adjectives like "gay" and "lame" in a negative light and was pointing to the freedom that might be found in investigating what those were. Might sound shaming and holier than thou but that's not my intent at all.

Funny that most of us close our eyes during the best parts of sex, but looks are so fucking important. Fucking important. Ha!

Disabled people and homosexuals are some of the most inspiring people I know, so I think your idea of "lame" and "gay" is just nonexistent. I mean DAMN. What would you do if you were free to be whatever you wanted? Nothing holding you back? No judgement. No shoulds? No chance of failure? I didn't give much thought into this, so it's better you don't take my advice seriously.

In my opinion she is wise, because your own judging yourself for these things is perpetuating them. You could, if you wanted, choose something else, something to ADD rather than focusing on trying to remove the things that make you feel better. Like for example, (these are just my ideas, follow your own inspiration) pick up a good novel (romance, maybe?) or write one yourself, or start an art project or take an art class.

I don't remember being born. I've always loved my Mama. I had my own baby too and there was no moment between when the unseen baby that kicked in my belly and the baby that breathed, cried and fed from my breast seemed suddenly separate. The carnation in my avatar picture grew from a seed, that came from another carnation. There was no point when it was incarnation. You are unique, you are beautiful, yes. That is a celebration of life which just has no opposite, beginning or end. I Am the first and the last.

EVERY FUCKIN' TIME. RAPTUROUS JOY, LOVE AND RELEASE. I KNOW HOW THIS STORY ENDS... ALL OF THEM. I know how they end. SO FUCKING HAPPILY, THEY DON'T. They don't end. I'll go. I'll play. I'll incarnate as a little girl. I'm so in-carnation, I'm the flower on your corsage at prom and the flowers on your casket when they say goodbye to you. I know how this ends. I am utterly disposable. disposable (adj.) 1640s, "that may be done without;" see dispose + -able. Sense of "free to be used as the occasion may require, available" is from 1650s. Meaning "designed to be discarded after one use" is from 1943, originally of diapers, soon of everything; replaced throw-away (1928) in this sense. https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=disposable I am a-veil-able.

Eh. I don't want to live in a world with a bunch of fucks ups. But I'm a fuck up. If I could learn to tolerate myself, I could tolerate them. You love them. I LOVE THOSE MISERABLE FUCK UPS! miser able compare able able (adj.) "having sufficient power or means," early 14c., from Old French (h)able "capable; fitting, suitable; agile, nimble" (14c.), from Latin habilem, habilis "easily handled, apt," verbal adjective from habere "to hold" (from PIE root *ghabh- "to give or receive"). You ask if I love you Well, what can I say? You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play So I'll sing you a new song Please don't cry anymore I'll even ask your forgiveness Though I don't know just what I'm asking it for