mandyjw

Maybe they meant something like why this is so funny? ?‍♀️

Well the scale begins with 0 and so since it we assume it began and that 1 comes after 0, it must end, with 10. And since I began with birth I end with... Lucky for me your scale is just imaginary bullshit. No offense. But your birth is also just like that.

If you didn't love love it wouldn't feel bad when you don't let it in.

Last night I told my husband about the dream, and immediately her responds, "It's not over until the fat lady sings." Then, "You stole me away from yourself." Like in 5 minutes, everything I journaled as a personal insight was his response. So hilariously frustrating. The day before yesterday, I had a day where everything just came together magically. Just one thing after another, boom. Beth called and was very nice, not bitchy at all. A number of other things I've wanted for a while came together. The dishwasher arrived and I got my dad to come over to install it. I helped him with some of the wiring which had to be done underneath it. I don't know where anything goes, but I'm better at working in small spaces than he is. It's so much better working with someone else on a challenging project. We got everything together and then... no power. I realized after the dishwasher arrived why I magically manifested it within a half hour with calling Stewart back to annoy him some more. Someone returned it. The plastic was taken off it, there were other signs someone had purchased it before. Turns out dishwashers are A TON of work to install. Immediately I thought we messed something up, or there was something inherently wrong with the dishwasher and the whole thing had to come out again. He thought and thought and found a tripped breaker. Then he thought some more and went in the crawlspace and flipped a GFCI switch and the dishwasher came to life. When he took out the old dishwasher he forgot to shut the power off, so the GFCI below tripped. No one thought of it until the new dishwasher wouldn't come on. I wonder if people have GFCI switches. Like a fault, a negative belief gets into something and you try to run power through it ignoring the fault. Snap. No more power to that part of the house. But if you forget you have this safety system you'll suspect problems where there aren't any. We feel unappreciative, unloved and unloving, lacking energy and inspiration, incapable of letting that energy flow when we have thoughts directing that power where it wasn't meant to go. It doesn't mean we are flawed, that we actually are unloved or unloving. It just means we aren't connected with our power.

I notice in mediation that sometimes there's a thought that says something like "I fucking love meditation!". And then three minutes later there's a thought that says something like "I fucking hate meditation!" and I let it go. It's funny. The same thing with coffee, etc. You don't love it or hate it. You don't need it or need to avoid it. You're already free of it. There's nothing you can do. By the way, did you know devil is lived spelled backwards? You're free to live. ❤

There must be things you do that give you pleasure that don't have a sticky effect like that. Deep breathing, laughing at a joke, seeing a piece of art, petting a dog, etc.If so why are they not sticky, like with coffee? Perhaps the "Devil" says coffee or cake is "bad" so it prevent itself from enjoying it and then wants more rather than allowing itself the feeling of satisfaction?

The love of truth is marked by the love for it. The love of love is love. Everyone loves. Even at our most selfish we act out of love for ourselves. We just don't know how Great, Vast, Borderless we really are. We want to, because we love, and desire and wanting, is only love. You say you love truth, someone else says they love something else. What's behind it is the Same.

There aren't any distractions, you create them when you label "distraction". What do you actually want, deep down?

Art-ifice.

@Raptorsin7 I doubt anyone actually plans to do that. However if it happens, it's not a mistake. The kids aren't mistakes. The parents aren't mistakes. See what I'm saying? The self identification is sticky there. Being overly cautious trying to avoid mistakes is a mistake. It means you focus on what's going wrong and take measures to protect yourself, so that you never allow yourself to enjoy life with risk inherent, never fly on a plane, never swim in the ocean, etc, that would be a mistake. All you can do is focus on what you DO want, and then you intelligently decline situations that don't match that in favor of what you want more. ?

People are not mistakes.

I find all this "what makes attraction work" stuff as if every time I went into nature there was a narrator from the sky. "Now look to the left, over here is a pine tree. The pine tree reproduces by making pine cones!" Uh! Who would want that? It's beautiful. Just enjoy it, rather than thinking so much about why or for who. There's a point that understanding loses any benefit whatsoever and actually takes away from what is meant to be observed and enjoyed.

You talk about relationship prospects like it's a giant rummage sale that someone can show up late for. Everyone's "prospects" for anything are created by their own thoughts, fears and expectations. So you can look at someone and say they made a mistake, but that would be the mistake, because there are no mistakes.

Dr. Shefali Tsabary

@Raptorsin7 What is it in you that finds that story about your cousin interesting, or regretful or painful or whatever?

Those stories are about women throwing their perceived security away in favor of love and passion. The Titanic outright shows that the security was a grand fucking illusion, a sinking ship all along. The only real security is an illusion, it's in thought, and the only really love is the feeling of it in the moment. The thought of love is always a sinking ship. The thought of love is still seeking security. The actual feeling, being it, that's all there is. When you think that people love or don't love other people, or that people have or don't have security you're deeply lost in a thought illusion where one must necessarily choose one over the other. They never actually were separate things outside you. It's a bad dream. Wake up.

What a mess. People. Emotions. Mess. I apparently can't see myself as a fat lady. My dad always said fat people sing the best. I don't know if that's true, or a hilarious observation. mess (n.) c. 1300, "a supply or provision of food for one meal," from Old French mes "portion of food, course at dinner," from Late Latin missus "course at dinner," literally "a placing, a putting (on a table, etc.)," from past participle of mittere "to put, place," in classical Latin "to send, let go" (see mission). For sense evolution, compare early Middle English sonde "a serving of food or drink; a meal or course of a meal," from Old English sond, sand, literally "a sending," the noun form of send (v.). 'Cause I can't get enough, can't stop the hunger for your love What a beautiful, what a beautiful mess I'm in" When did it start? The need to be beautiful in order to be loved? The need to refuse food to stay thin? It didn't. What an impossible feat. How do I know what someone else sees? I can't decide if I meet the standards or fail. There are no standards. There's no insecurity like that, thinking there are but not knowing where you rate on them. Maybe I'm beautiful, maybe I'm absolutely hideous. Depends on the moment, the angle, the lighting, the perceiver. My son brings his minecraft game up and says "see the illusion, if you change the angle it stays, but if you move, it breaks the illusion. Maybe I'm intelligent and fun, maybe I'm just a dumb bitch. What if I'm too good for you? What if I'm not good enough for you? I Am always, perpetually too Good for "you." Yet I love you, unfailingly, unconditionally all the same. Wow... now we're smoothing out other subjects. No separate subjects, none is subject.

I have an antique Windsor chair my Mom got at a yard sale for $5, and I want to turn it into an art project, but knowing the relative value and history makes me hesitate. Similar to an old bureau that I'm also redoing right now. I have some beginning stage fantastic visions for them, rather than simply refinishing them with a honey colored stain. It makes me worry that I'm ruining them. Some crazy nutcase crafty lady got hold of a piece of history and there it goes. Huh. I have the notion that I have something of value even though it's a currently just covered in dust and taking space in the garage... something I'm not currently enjoying, and not personally valuing. I think it has value to others and to the world, therefore I am blocked from changing it and creating it into something that brings me joy. Giving value to thought over feeling, isn't true value. How do you give the proper value to things? We're a child rolling a gold ring around the floor until it rolls under an appliance and is promptly forgotten. The ring both has value to the child that no one else sees, value as an exploration of physics, as a plaything and at the same time, it has no value. Our value is like this. It's not the value we think is inherent in the gold ring, the value based on others judgements and knowledge of it. Oh damn. Last night I dreamed some alternate reality that my husband was with some other woman, and she was the type of woman I figured he'd have ended up with if he wasn't with me. She was overweight (ok I'm a bitch) and I was there observing everything as myself, but no one thought it was strange. Dreams. She was talking about the relationship and said she lost weight in a can't eat can't sleep way, and I then knew and said "that means you're in love." Then I went with her alone for a trip in a car. And then I realized just how beautiful she was. And she sang something, and I'd never heard a more beautiful voice. The way she ended, I don't even know how, was just ethereally beautiful, like nothing I've ever heard before. I always thought, "he should have ended up with some fat church girl who could sing and cook and clean well." And I realized I loved her, and I loved him, and he wasn't even mine anymore. I knew I could lay claim to him if I wanted, but now that he wasn't mine to claim. I didn't really know what to do. I think my psyche was trying to undo the ownership or commitment. Trying to let him go and actually, really, truly love him for the first time, like there is no time. I felt like I had stolen him away from someone, even though I hadn't this entire time. Myself. I had stolen him away from myself. On waking, it was one of those dreams that so emotionally hits you. Like the dream I had when I was 14 and realized that I really fucking loved him. Your perception is altered. They become someone entirely new. I realized I'd never met him before, never seen him before. Wanting what I couldn't have from the man I had thought was mine. I realized I created the woman in the dream, that she was me. How much he loves me unconditionally, even though I'm a bitch, even when I gain extra flubber in the winter, he doesn't care at all. I talked to him about joining a chorus together a while ago. He taught me how to sing, he was the only person who ever bothered. I remember feeling the resonance with his voice singing the same note and what magic it was. He asked what I wanted for my birthday, so I told him this morning. "A stainless steel microwave with an add 30 second button." He hates, hates our microwave, mostly because it doesn't have an add 30 seconds button and we've fought about it for years. I wouldn't let him buy one while the old one was working for such a trivial reason. Now I want one in stainless steel and I join him in trivial reasons. trivial (adj.) "ordinary" (1580s); "insignificant, trifling" (1590s), from Latin trivialis "common, commonplace, vulgar," literally "of or belonging to the crossroads," from trivium "place where three roads meet," in transferred use, "an open place, a public place," from tri- "three" (see three) + via "road" (see via). The sense connection is "public," hence "common, commonplace." Funny, to really love your partner you have to realize that who you thought there were... is dead, and gone. They have no value to you, and you none for them. When I was a teenager I used to read my Bible and think, I shouldn't get married, I should give my life to God. I should be a missionary. But I didn't. I made money, I wanted things, and I got married. I let go of the religion. What did I get? Now I realize, that this was never an either or decision. The whole time Source was like, you can have you cake and eat it too. Everything, everything you want is yours, when you see that you can't have and don't want any of it. Awareness is the ultimate Whore and the ultimate Virgin, simultaneously. In Christianity, we have both, both Marys, the virgin and the whore. "This name may have come from a root meaning “beloved,” or from a word meaning “bitter” or “rebellious,” a reference to the biblical Miriam's life as a slave in Egypt." https://www.google.com/search?q=mary+meaning&rlz=1C1CHBF_enUS721US722&oq=mary+meaning&aqs=chrome..69i57j0i512l9.1748j0j15&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8 Mary, marry. Oh JESUS you've got to be kidding. Thought can't keep up with This. It's too alive, too fluid, dynamic, energetic. You see just a trace, a flash of light across the sky. The light from stars that no longer exist keeps pouring it's way to earth. You see what is dead as alive. You see what is alive as dead. Who wasn't disturbed when they realized that they had tears pouring down their face at the death of an imaginary character in a book? Who didn't question how that was possible? Last night I Facebook stalked a girl who went to the Christian school with my husband, then highschool with us. She is lesbian and I realized just how fucking beautiful she is, just really naturally authentically beautiful, and how beautiful her relationship is.. with some fat woman. How unapologetically her she is. Ah that's where it came from. And how much crap she has gone through, how much judgement she has shirked off and ignored, to be with the person she really loves. I didn't want to buy those damn LOVE grocery bags with a rainbow flag. No one else did either. The store ran out of all the designs, but had plenty of that one. Why? I liked it well enough. I agreed with what it stood for. But I didn't want other people to think things about me. My dad said yesterday that realizing this enlightenment stuff was like losing your comfort, your teddy bear. And I said it was just the opposite, it was the realization that love you felt for the bear and the imagination than an object could love you that you entertained as a child, were still as real and alive as ever. The love is the only thing that ever had any reality at all. The seer creates the seen. The reason God has the whole world in his hands is because he has no hands. He has no hands, and yet he is the creator of the hands that create. There is no God. This is a wonder beyond all wonders, that births, and kills... all wonders. It's not over until the fat lady sings. Ok, Source. THAT was too much. YOU are too much. I'm not taking credit for that one. Nope. Not pawning that off on me.

Yes, DO IT! It really does help you to express yourself in conversation and in other ways too. Thank you! Sorry if this is an annoying answer, but I see everything and everyone appearing in the light of itSelf. So there are no enlightened selves, only Self which is the Light.

Rather than using the Spiral Dynamics lens for this, look at it in terms of duality and projection. I make myself more right, by making you more wrong. I don't see that it's wrong of me, to make you wrong. I hate myself as a human, I think I'm flawed and so to pay penance for this and avoid what is actually my own self rejection, I hate other humans and love animals far more than any OTHER humans because they are the closest thing to me that is non-human. So, we could use spiral dynamics like that too. These color levels are below what developed people are, the very development of this model and the low stages as theoretical possibilities also creates the possibility of the high stages, which I strive to be and identify as. Or I could be doing this right now, saying spiral dynamics is a flawed model, so I can sell you the model of "no model" saying it's not really a model, but asking you to believe in it and identify with it. Well THAT spiraled around. Those are the dynamics of thoughts. BOOM. So dynamic, sometimes they even explode. ?

Doesn't matter about the author's attainment or whatever, when you tap into creativity, that's all there is. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Moby Dick and The Scarlet Letter are a few of my favorites.

It's the transmutation of hurt, trauma, suffering, etc with release and love and clarity. You can if you desire start to gain insight into "bad things" that happen to you, what they were trying to show you, striking synchronicities, how you created it, etc. It requires opening your mind and letting go of the identification, or the suffering itself, as if rather than being a character in the story you are the author/observer. You, from the author vantage point have access to the insight and greater perspective that knows why that challenge was written in. This cannot be done in any other way than dropping thoughts that we believe are true but feel awful to think, (the suffering along with a thought indicates that this thought is from the character who has forgotten their true origins, not the Source of the character) and reaching for love. It's like a biblical purifying fire, everything that is not gold is burned up. Except in that light, we see that nothing needed to be destroyed or changed, or gotten rid of to get what we wanted. It already was that. "All that glitters is gold." Led Zeppelin

“There are always moments when one feels empty and estranged. Such moments are most desirable, for it means the soul has cast its moorings and is sailing for distant places. This is detachment -- when the old is over and the new has not yet come. If you are afraid, the state may be distressing, but there is really nothing to be afraid of. Remember the instruction: Whatever you come across -- go beyond.” -Nisargadatta Maharaj

Transmissions don't have to come from people, since they really don't come from people at all, which means they can also can come from locations, because they don't really come from places. Arunachala Hill for Ramana, etc. "What" you truly love will transform, dissolve you, it is you. Usually we feel the strongest love focused toward others though. What we want most is to be seen (love) as we are, to see (love) as we are. It's the collapse of lover and loved.