caspex

Existence is liminal. Reality is always at a threshold; it's always between something, yet there is nothing to be between. It's at its own threshold and transforms continuously. Reality is an edge, but that edge doesn't lead anywhere, nor is it made of anything. Edges are not real things. The things they transition between are. Yet reality is a transition, between nothing and nothing.

FUck yeah!

I definitely think groups of minds can affect reality much more than individual ones (assuming all to be similarly conscious). But here's what I have figured out so far about psychic stuff: True paranormal demands liminality to manifest. Confusion, uncertainty, strangeness. This is why the dark is associated with it far more heavily than the light. It is in that uncertainty where your mind starts to make shit up. Snakes in ropes, Ghosts in robes. But, at some point among the chaos emerges something real. Something that can be experienced by others. You see the use of liminality in many occult rituals and religious practices. Liminality is KEY to anything beyond the normal. In my opinion, enlightened people gain siddhis because they perceive the inherent liminality of existence for so long something emerges.

Lines and beams stretch be-yonder Fall below explode in wander All connect as roots of banyan Love emerges; Godful mansion Alert, twist and twirls Instinct dances For where love whirls Separate yet one One equal to none A smack on the back A whack on the face A punch to the gut A kiss from God Dissolve but then Explosion of, being Fireworks of existence crackle And fizzle past their time Is it the same Is it all different? Existence claps for your heart rejoices Droplets of joy fall; it's the pond of potential! Tip-tip like little jabs of love An uppercut of affection A choke full of perfection

How does that description help anybody though?

What's enlightenment according to you? Have you talked about this anywhere you can link to?

Title - Still I arise, still I try to be some, but I see I will Die I become me I create I die Still

Alright, so I had a good day today. 7 hours studied. Some workout done. I felt lonely earlier because I had no drive. At least that's what I gather so far. It's still a theory I am developing. I wasn't a coward today because I had that drive which overcame the fear of starting. I wasn't a sloth either because that drive to be better made me feel more comfortable working towards my goals than not. I think I am starting to grasp how to convert Sloth into Diligence and Cowardice into Courage. Still far from done with these compulsions though. I think I'll have to do this in stages. Every compulsion can be various stages to overcome, where being at the bottom means you are completely overrun by that compulsion and unable to convert it and the last stage where you have almost complete control over it. I think whatever this model is, I have might have crossed the first stage with at least Sloth, if not Cowardice too. The next one I want to work on is Gluttony because it seems connected enough that a strong internal drive may convert it into temperance. However, I am not declaring yet that I will work on it.

@Human Mint King Crimson! Toki wa kesareta!

You are amazed; you feel you are without a head, no face to wear No face to call to weep to mourn Divine, complete, bizarre, unformed (Apologies; Just using your post as metrical practice)

I have had some sort of growth but it's not complete. Loneliness isn't that bad anymore but it is still a problem. I can glimpse a freedom in Loneliness. I understand it from the mind but I need to embody it form the heart. For now I am still figuring stuff out. Loneliness is a part of 'Raga'. A person who is in Vairagya wouldn't feel lonely because he/she is truly detached.

There's no dignity in using spiritual truths to justify your selfishness. It's better to accept that you are a selfish prick who won't do too much about it. Will you go out there and dedicate your entire life to saving those children? Probably not. If that's your life purpose, good, you are more selfless than most. Accept that too. Accept that people suffer. A blue rose grows, flowers and wilts in a valley no human ever visited. Nobody experienced the beauty of that blue rose, its petals or its smell. Was the existence of that blue rose worthless? No. Just existing is infinitely meaningful. That suffering of those people is just like that blue rose. Does it matter? Yes because it happened. Accept that.

Title - The Ghost Orchid In the wet air swings white legs off a tree the swamp masks your smell but you can't fool thee Apathy, your heart is free yet nobody to be Lonely, can you see? I wanted you so bad, I couldn't contain me I jut out to reach you, forgetting the people who were my company Now I hang here eternally

Not as good at technical execution but I did try to pen down the imagery that came to mind. Honestly, I just wanted to ask here about how to solve loneliness, but the imagery just came through. I don't even know what the poem means. I like to think it is about a person who left his family and friends behind in pursuit of truth, and just when he is on the cusp of enlightenment he realizes it's all love and never should have left it all behind. Now he's stuck here, not able to return to the market of his old life. It could also mean something romantic I think because the poem doesn't hint at a spiritual interpretation from the choice of words. In fact the spiritual interpretation is probably a stretch on this one.

I love it when this happens. Stuff like this happens often to me whenever I use writing as a form of contemplation.