You are trapped in your own mind, like it or not. There is nothing that is not absolutely subjective. There is only perceptions in varies modalities and intensities.
Emotional, mental, sensorial, these internal phenomenon create what we call our lives. They are subject to radical interpretation. One man's pain is another man's pleasure. Even a single individuals tastes and judgments of experience will change many times in his life.
Ever grown into a food? i didnt used to like onions, coffee, wine or mushrooms, now i love them all. This is because nothing "tastes" good and nothing "tastes" bad. Similarly, nothing is beautifull and nothing is ugly. Nothing is big and nothing is small.
However, we have the power to transform any object of perception by our judgment, or interpretation of them. This is the buddhist wonderfull principle that allows a man to see gold as dog shit and dog shit as gold, as it pleases him.
And yet, we run up against the fact that Self dwarves self. Insights, wisdom, motives, needs, they come up from the deep recesses of identity and move us with unshakeable will. This larger self, from which we are somehow distanced, but ultimatly only a part of, moves us with the ease of a man blowing a fly.
Utter submission or destruction by suffering are the only options. Give in. Give in. Go with the flow.
Perception is infinite. Each day a new wonder, a new lesson, a new mystery.
Through reductionist thinking all things can be reduced to the banal, the boring, the common place. By choosing to see things , conciously or unconciously, as old hat, simple, mundane, uninteresting, plain etc we divorce ourselves a bit at a time from the everyday miracle of creations unfolding, the beauty that tears the heart with its depth and sharpness, the love that moves on to joy and sweet sadness simultaneously.
The pulsing in the heart, the radiant surety of divinity!
Who seeks to understand these things, to explain them, to dismiss them?
do you not know that your "understanding" is like painting the radiant peacock with monochromatic lead paint? Your understanding , your interpretation, your judgment, is nothing but a tiny hollow dream, a petty concept.
Stop thinking, interpreting, and start sensing and feeling. Let the world come in by letting down your screen your mumbling internal dialogue. Due this with patience and love. There is no hurry.
Face your fears and embrace death. Embrace death.
Every day imagine yourself dying. Spare yourself no detail. Find peace in this. Consider yourself already dead, this is the way of the samurai. When no distinction between life and death can be discerned, enlightenment has been achieved. The processes are one and the same. All dailectical opposites are unified wholes.
Everything occurs cyclically, in this is our rebirth assured. We are born and die a thousand times in this life alone, a million times in this instant.
Without attachment to the forms of self and indentity we are free to morph and change like the fireflys pulsing.
What limitations do you accept for yourself? why? do you enjoy them?
let me ask you an honest question: can you, by choice, SEE a pink dragon gliding gently around your room singing and blowing smoke?
Can you conjure up a sensation, scenario, experience, to suit your whim?
can you decide that pain is pleasure?
can you decide that fear is fun?
of course you can, but perhaps you havent accepted that yet. No blame there. The implications are rather daunting.
A world in which taxes were as beautifull as blowjobs and dreams and waking life not differentiated as real and unreal. Sensations validated as supreme, but also subordinate to will.
Supreme in that sensation represents the only form of experience available to us, subordinate in that the crystal MIND can summon and dismiss an infinitude of sensations at will.
Sensation and experience is nothing more then the marks left in sand by the coiling viper, nothing more than the curling smoke of your souls exhalation.
Death is nothing more than a rising up, a floating away, a rapid exceleration and an infinite slowness, followed by an eternity of darkness and an eternity of light, a being of light and love, a review of what was, and then a letting go.
When you let go you are carried upwards like a balloon. Life will go on with or without you.
The sooner you get out of your own way, the sooner you killyourself so to speak, the sooner life begins in earnest, the unfettered, unmitigated march of possibilities across an eternal pantageous dreamland of pastel colours and shades, sensations beyond imagining and beyond expressing.
The joy of soul locked with soul, cock locked with hole... The fear, the sense of it fleeting by...
All of it is holy , holy, holy.
What you believe shall be for you. What you truly believe shall be for you.
Nothing is unclean in itself, but to he who thinks it unclean, so it becomes.
Say unto this mountain get up and move, and it shall move itself...
Say unto the cripples, get up and walk!
Even the least of you shall do these things.
Cast a line into the sea. You will catch a fish. Look in his mouth and you shall find a gold coin to pay the toll.
Come to me, disciple, walk across the waves.
worry not for food! shall not a thousand be fed with these five loaves?
Come up, lazarus, not for you the sleep of the dead!
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Everything I post is fiction.
Edited by Moonshoe (06/05/07 04:37 PM)
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