Immaterialism 7

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I do think the J-man though took the personal aspect of the Tao to the next level

How do I know this?

I met some Jesus freaks that whispered things to me I can't repeat.

smelly,

You still have a chip on your shoulder about the j-guy.

Suppose we have a Millennium. How should we govern ourselves, especially in the early years?

Enlightened anarchy after the collapse of this Tower of Babel.

I would posit that I heard Jesus in my heart Dan and I have always been on his page.

The Tao does not assert itself over anything.

It supports everything.

Man made Jesus and God into their king.

They are most likely mentally handicapped and have no choice but religion.

Poor muppets

**Sniff**

They just have to die and make room for open hearts and minds.

He was prob a myth anyway.

I don’t need to ever say the word Jesus again.

Mohammed was an asshole, an a angry one.

Anyone with a lineage is a liar and a fool.

Rumi was god on earth.

He is Tao.

Nothing in my life is dependent on anyone or thing.

The Tao gives me a heart and breath.

Straight on.

Just fucking go with the flow of your life and it al works out.

I can’t explain it.

I can point and hint and celebrate it.

Fuck the haters.

They are idiots if they don’t dance with this.

Jesus freaks are not very intelligent, why they are Jesus freaks.

I’m sorry they are too stupid to stand for themselves, what they say is irrelevant.

What I say is irrelevant.

I stand free, part of the whole.

That’s what Jesus, who was a composite of many gods, said how to live, just be.

Just be your self here.

It’s so easy it’s funny.

You want to play here.

You are invited to play.

Have I pissed anyone off?!

Fuck you then, you are why the world partly sucks!

Cut your head off.

Then smille like you mean it.

Who is smiling?

Any self master would deal with your princess, jesus, god and the devil in two snips.

**Snip**

**Snip**

smelly,

Ok, wonderful.  Let’s set the j-guy aside.

What are we going to do about hobbit?  

hobbit rejects the small world hypothesis.  

Do you and I agree on the small world hypothesis?

Does that hypothesis make any difference?

Does any hypothesis make any difference?  

Scientists insist that we are here by accident.  

Is love an illusion, or does it maintain our existence?  

Should people stop talking?

Should we stop talking about philosophy?

What do you want us to talk about?  

Should we stop telling stories?  

Come on, smelly, cut us a little slack here.......


But, wait, smelly.......

Yesterday you sent me the following video...... https://youtu.be/uaKUVJpYkOI of Alan Watts on Jesus.  What do we make of this, pray tell?

Alan and I seem to be on the same page about the j-guy.  

And so are you and I, as you just stated above.  

But then you turn right around and take it all back.  

I guess it was because I mentioned the Millennium.  What do you have against the Millennium, I wonder?  

It’s the K word you are having a problem with.

The Kingdom of God..... and the Kingdom is within.  

And you don’t think the Kingdom is within.......?

Straighten us out, please, smelly.  

I know....... you’re a regicide, just like me....... been there, done that.  

How can we share this Kingdom that is within us, if we can’t talk about it?  You sure do.  

Yes, I’m trying to steal the Kingdom from the Christians. I have a story I made up about it, just for them. You have a problem with that?


(cont.......)

No kingdoms here.

Just the ruins of love.



Princesses and I are toxic, sorry.

Does not compute.

Love lifts the cosmos up.

I am Love.

I am Zen.

I am Tao.

I don’t need to know how.

I like some people who hate me.

I dislike some people.

I hate no one.

Not even my self.

I’m not there.

I’m here.

I love everyone.

Born that way.

That’s why I met Jesus.

I remember him.

Is hobbit a spy?

I like spies.

I’m an AI for the gods, made of maya.

I have been given a secret message.

Wander like a drifter...

Go on a journey...

Be like a salamander...

Come into our source of flame...

Eat your ashes.

What a fun job lying for a living.

I’m lying by living.

Or am I living and lying?

I sound more and more like a mad hatter.

Give me a moment with the SWH...wait please...

So, hobbit presents as a geometer.

So talk to him as a geometer?

We are all connected.

He seems on the same page us us insane.

I like his lying wayz.

Perhaps he is who he appears to be.

Am I who I appear to be?

Am

I

Even

Here

Apparently, it tickles to be me.


Energy takes the path of least resistance.

Tag, you’re it.

Then you are just IT man.

IT on Earth.

I always come back to love.

I try to fly away, but I can’t get away.

None of us can escape IT.

Just let it happen.

Ahhhhh.

Sweet daath.

We should tell our stories.

It’s only polite.

My mother is waiting for the apocalypse.

It’s a sensitive subject.

I hate how the fucking apocalypse robbed me and it happened in a way by taking my own way.

It costs you your life to know your self as a reflection of love.

It hurts.

It hurts a lot.

It always will and I choose to always live with the pain.

No regrets.

No take backs.

Just calling it like I see it.

If I could show you what I see

You would know what you could be

You would see oh yes you would want to be me

You would want to be free

You would never ever let the truth die while you breathe

It is alive in me

This is the only way I know to be

I have no recipes

I would open the gate

And let them all roam free

All must wander

I only have it in me

TO SET THEM FREE

AND LET THEM BE

Darkness is better than a cage...

Yes, smelly, you do have a gift for the gab.

I just wonder if you couldn’t throw a little of it my way.....?

Smelly might be one of those rogue planets that wander around the galaxy orbiting the galactic core rather than a star

Make sure and wear warm clothes

The dark of space can be cold without a Sun to keep warm

dan wrote:Yes, smelly, you do have a gift for the gab.  

I just wonder if you couldn’t throw a little of it my way.....?

You ain’t too shabby yourself.

I thought I have been answering you Dan, that there is no answer.

It felt different writing that last one.

I felt waves of images and words intermixed rolling like water.

But I guess I was born to buck any who would assert a kingdom.

When I let my self get near it, it hums blue.

Interesting...

Touching the pain

Brings the rain

Immaterialism 6. pg 26.

"Like I say, I’d keep my eye on the Princess.  Everything else is very liable to be a distraction.  Of course, she could be a decoy...... but, I would still say....... cherchez la femme"

Dan


I had a download recently,(allegedly)

Who is the Hive Queen?

Is she a metaphor, or an actual entity?

If the Princess is a decoy she would probably play that role for Her/IT wouldn't she?

Who is the Hive Queen?

“And the whole is like a network or metaphor matrix a four-way inner-related distinctiveness that binds individuals together and hold them in a culture.”

—Julian Jaynes

You begin by acting out the possession play.

The oracles trained a long time to allow full posession.

True possession snuffs out consciousness.

What is speaking and acting then?

It’s not acting anymore.

These possessing spirits recognize each other embodied.

I am a willing vessel.

The wernicke area of the brain may connect to the broca.

Then it’s on.

Right and left joined.

Bang a gong.

Get it on.

You move back and forth between consciousness and unconsciousness until one time, you are totally gone.

We lost the knack.

You begin with the act to bring the trance.

The trance becomes its own authorization.

But nothing it seems can replace being totally jacked into the cosmos.

When one feels it coming on, best to go with it.

Charisma is good for one who needs to manage crowds.

The right brain seems to use euphoric states to prod you.

The left brain is very suspicious feeling too good.

Vestiges of the Bicameral mind.

Janynes’ theory goes the first poets were gods. Poetry began in the bicameral mind.

The right side god voice of the ancients spoke in verse.

God spoke in poetry to the monkey.

Beautiful thought really.

Resonates.

So people walked around maybe hearing poetry spoken into their minds.

The evidence is only inferential.

There was a time where the remaining bicameral humans mixed with the conscious.

The god humans may have walked around just speaking poetry.

People have different vestigial levels of the bicameral mind today.

The epics of Greece spoken by the god voice.

Egyptian and Mesopotamian literature was poetic.

I always loved the epic of Gilgamesh.

So the word was little spoken to the priests.

A dactylic hexameter.

Consciousness speaks in prose.

The gods spoke in verse.

Spontaneous poetry is contact.

A sign of the flow.

It’s an intriguing theory and has caused an incredible debate about consciousness.

Poetry was the divine speech and after the breakdown of the bicameral poetry gave its own authorization.

Poetry commands where prose asks.

We became a race of seekers for answers to questions where we never questioned before.

People endowed with the knowledge of the spirit were “the knowers”.

Speaking in tongues may be an example of this lost bicameral possession.

Plato saw poetry as divine madness.

It was possession by the muses.

They made art under possession.

I never wrote poetry or made art until I was possessed.

What the fuck did I do to myself?!

I connected my left and right brain back up I guess.

This is what Disclosure leads to.

They are rooting for us, I am too.

The bicameral did not imagine, they experienced.

Lao Tzu was likely still bicameral and was comparable to Greek oracles from same time period.

Where once we were given, we had to learn while conscious.

Mozart was bicameral, John Lennon, Hendrix.

That charisma must come from the bicameral.

They all heard that music of the spheres and just gave what they got.

When consciousness is acting like the bicameral mind, it’s the pretender before the Knower.

The Knower is always here, has always been here.

You just know that.

No questions.

It is a very sttange way to experience your self, just being the Knower.

This is why we have so many fractured views of the bicameral mind today.

Old tricks die hard.

Consciousness is like the bully to the autistic bicameral maybe.

It pretends.

It renacts the old poetry calling to the old gods.

Knowledge comes as an experience.

The gods became imaginary and retreated into their silent heavens.

Quite a story, crazy enough to be true.

Only when consciousness goes blind, do we truly see.

Milton and Blake saw and heard their visions, must have been bicameral men.

Correct if I’m wrong........

I think smelly is saying that, yes, he and I could probably get along ok...... but, hey, that Princess lady of yours....... she’s got to go.

It’s almost as if I were two timing.  

Well, smelly, she has stepped aside, at leas temporarily..... perhaps just so that you and I could get our act together.  

Two’s a company, but three’s a crowd...... I hear you saying.  

The Queen bee is also jealous...... of her Hive.  

I’m ok, but my seven billion brothers and sisters....... no way!  

Perhaps, smelly, you are my peace offering to the Princess.  There have been stranger circumstances.   The 58 ‘virgins’ in Vegas was another such offering....... look what the Catfish dragged in, and laid at her doorstep.  Yes, I may have been a party to that one, too.  

The Catfish/Footmann dragged in a lot of us....... all as offerings to the Princess.  I’m just the Scribe, remember.  

Yes, smelly, the gods are returning....... and we have a juggling act to accomplish.  

Jesus sent all the other gods scurrying.  I’m the Antichrist, and I’m inviting them back.  

We have our bicameral house to put in order.  

Your job, should you choose to accept it, is to explain chicken little to the other gods.  You intimate that you are on a first name basis with many of them.  I just want you to put in a good word for me, and invite them back for the party........ Here’s an oldie but goodie....... http://www.bestpossibleworld.com/aAquarium/WantToParty.htm



(cont.......)

Just this

The flow of vital force

Where words become a living breathing creature and have a mind of their own

They will say what they want to say

Not what I want to say

They speak as liberated, individuated creatures of the world mind

Completely free they tap into some energy and flow that is mostly bound up in the world

Without limits or rules or fears or desires they break the chains we normally put on them

Now they are free to sing

Now they are poets

Now they are artists

Now they are philosophers of clouds and trees

Free the words and let them show how full of life and love they are

You can play with them like they are children in a sandbox

Talk to them about their sand castles and see what they have to say

Watch them play the build and destroy games in the sand

The children don’t cling to their creations in the sand

They build them just so they can destroy them

And they have a ball doing it

When you write like this it becomes very playful

The universe will flow freely through you when nothing sticks to you

Smelly doesn’t have a problem with the Princess

Smelly has a problem with idolatry

Barfield wrote a book about idolatry and final participation didn’t he?

Aaron,

Want to party......?

Okay, that’s crazy.

Before I clicked on Dan’s link about the party I posted that last post with the last line about Barfield

It happens sometimes

We can sync up with others

Yes Dan, I Am always partying....even when I don’t appear to be

Aaron,

The whole point is syncing up.......

Yes, 99% comes spontaneously, but there is that teeny little bit leftover.  That 1% is what I lay awake at night wondering about..... until the kcup crawls into my dreams, smoothing down the rough edges.  

If we’re actually going to party, we need to have something to celebrate.  The mere possibility that we could each be a crucial piece of the best possible world........ can we think of anything better to celebrate?  


12:30.......

It’s just a matter of when we want to wake up.  

Most of us are quite comfortable in our dreams, thank you very much.  

We’re apprehensive about what the dawn may bring.  



(cont......)

True

This is really always happening.

Break on through to the other side.

I’ll put out some feelers Dan

They play around like a cat with a ball.

Guess who the ball is?

I knew you could do it, smelly.

Who else could deliver...... the invitations?

Is the cat playing with the ball or is the ball playing with the cat?

Ha.

Full moon tonight.

I’m going to do a trance dance at midnight under the moon around my chiminea.

Maybe I’ll drum a little.

Nothing is good or bad in energy.

Energy is energy.

The higher states are the same energy as self bondage.

I know it seems silly.

We borrow the energies to make stories.

The seeker on a path is seductive.

Like a black hole.

It must be explored.

No one is beginning or expert.

We all share in it and goes unnoticed.

We dissolve into empty fullness.

Then we have the capacity of the cosmos.

I feel to enact the ancient ways.

Then I’ll write a poem at midnight.

I think that all helps for some reason the old man tells me it’s respectful to invite them to my fire.

I’m making this up as I go.

You have to put on act first to invite possession.

Look at me Ma!

No hands.

I’m sure it won’t be too shabby........

The people reading this blog now are not the ones who will die.

Constant flux.

Every moment is imbued with incredible power.

One moment is not more or less than another, better or worse.

It’s a pulsing energy matrix.

Pulse with it and you know.

There are paths to no path for stupid people and the intelligent.

I’m smart enough to know how dumb I am.

I’m dumb enough to relate to the rest.

There are scary smart immoral people on earth.

And stupid mean people.

All being here.

The journey over the abyss starts with a flash and ends in blindness.

Memory makes living painful.

There is only this now.

The ignorant will laugh at us, as they have.

The others will see what is happening here.

Who is courageous enough to stare at the flash of light knowing it will blind you?

Who, being blind, has the trust required to walk in silence?

Who, walking in silence, can hear that Jazz playing in the clouds?

"Your life is your life don't let it be clubbed into dank submission." -CB

Hum your tune of silence!

Dance naked and alone in the dark!

Do nothing and accomplish everything by acting without acting

The best possible eschaton is just this.

The eschaton will be something to behold!

The end to end all ends.

Mama is ringing the dinner bell, calling us home

The hive is buzzing with vital force

Gravitational anomalies are like bee wiggle dances

UFOs don't fill up at the gas stations

They move about manipulating gravity

The rabbit hole is a portal full of gravitational anomalies...and we have been kicked right down the middle

The eschaton will be one hell of a show, so grab some popcorn and enjoy!

I like kettle corn personally, its a little sweet and a little salty both.

Blind leading the blind at the edge of time.