Who do we think we are?

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Ok, sports fans.........

Before we ask ourselves any other questions........

Here is the #1 priority question........

Who the heck do we think we are?  

I’m not aware that this question has ever been seriously asked before.  The only precedent of which I’m aware is when it was simply posed by Paul Gauguin.  

I would not pose this question unless I thought I had the rudiments of an answer.  I’m seeking help from anyone who would be willing to participate in fleshing out the answer.  
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(The continuation of this ‘topic post’ is the no. 3 post (on the first page https://openmindsforum.forumotion.com/t361-who-do-we-think-we-are ) of this topic.....)

Ok, smelly,

Please tell us what it’s like........ not thinking......

I mean...... how did you know when stopped thinking...... and when was that?

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Who, me?  

I’m free of the Logos, because I’m God.

When logic and proportion fall sloppy dead.

The beginning of thinking is desire.

We just saw being was always before thinking.

That awareness has been offered to each generation.

But we aren’t ready to accept our thinking is not what we are.

Are you ready, smelly?  

And who do you mean..... we...... Kimosabe?

I accept that God is not about thinking.  God is about being.  

God made up the Logos, just to keep us amused...... and to keep us _thinking_ that we’re separate.

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Ack,

Wrongo.

Thinking, as smelly says, is parasitical upon being.

I am a blind donkey

Is God amused?

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smelly,

God is always amused....... even by Vegas.

And maybe that’s what happened to me in 1977...... I stopped thinking.  I didn’t realize it until now.

I just pretend.

Pretending
Pretenders
Pretending

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I’m beginning to remember, quite distinctly, how I stopped thinking, now that you mention it.......

Actually, it was 1966....... I had a nervous breakdown in graduate school.  

I realized that I could no longer discipline my thoughts.  Consciously, I thought of myself as becoming an existentialist.......

I moved to California, but then I tied up my boat in Idaho...... day after day, it’s slipping away......

I remember that very distinctly.   smelly’s been beating me over the head these last three years...... he didn’t realize, and I’d forgotten, that I stopped thinking in 1966.  

How do you like them apples, smelly?  

Not thinking can get all of us into a whole lot of trouble.  

Most of my ‘thinking’ happens when I’m asleep.   The rest of it is just rationalization...... for the sake of appearances.  

That was when I realized I couldn’t do physics anymore. The qualifyers....... I signed my name to the blue book. My dad convinced me to take the test in the fall. I did, and walked out the door to the Army recruiter at the Navy Yard in Boston.



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Thinking...the great monkey governor.

Interesting grand pa.

I guess I kind of had a break down after 2 divorces, health breakdown, emotional breakdown about 5 years ago.

Then I tried psycadelics.

I think we were triggered by the complexity around us.

We have overcomplicated being.

My life was a sham.

I torched it

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Yes, that’s how we become one with god.  

But you shouldn’t try this at home.  

You have to be really strung out, first.  

Many find God at the bottom of a bottle.  I wouldn’t wish that upon a dog.  

Sophia found me at the bottom of the physics barrel...... ten years later.   She took her darned time.  

It was Jack Sarfatti who steered me to Sophia.  Jack steered smelly here, if I’m not mistaken.  

Jack’s world is a small world.



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That’s a darned fact.

My latest breakdown....... the Princess throwing me under the Bus.

By now, I _think_ I’ve got the steps down.

Tell me if I’m wrong.  

The Princess was cut loose.  She ended up doing billion dollar real estate deals in Dubai, and dodging hotel bombs in Qatar.  Then she decided to settle down...... in the eye of the storm.  

What’s the matter, smelly?  Has the cat got your tongue?  

Boy, oh, boy....... did I ever manage to fool smelly....

Grandpa........ my ass.......!  

How many more breakdowns can there be?  

Being thrown under the Bus by the Queen of Heaven....... it would be hard to beat that.  

Next up.......?  I’m _thinking_ donny gets thrown under the Bus..... I’m just trying to figure out how.....

There are many obvious ways to do it.  I like subtle.  

Something that will wake up the deplorables....... it won’t be easy.   But someone already stepped on their nest.  Can’t you hear their angry buzzing?  

Someone came and moved their honey.  Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep........

Little Bo Peep began to weep
And lay down to rest for a while
She fell fast asleep
While counting her sheep
Then dreamt they came home with a smile

2:30........

I guess that shut up the muppets for a while.

Back to hobbit and Plotinus.......




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I’ve already dealt with the Secrets.  I have their number.  They may not have mine.

donny, very conveniently, has strewn his path with land mines.  We have to step gingerly.

I’ll be quite happy to let donny step on one of his own mines.  How many mines were redacted in Mueller’s report.  



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That’s the same sort of stuff in Joe’s gyros.  

I’m taking it with a grain of salt.

The Princess is the only actuator we really need.
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Back to hobbit.......

hobbit is a Pythagorean, and he doesn’t even know it.

My teacher at Princeton was Eugene Wigner...... he knew how to take care of Pythagoras.



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Ack,

Yes, right about now, everyone is running for cover...... especially donny.
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Yes, back in the early Sixties, Wigner already knew how to take care of Pythagoras and Spinoza.  

hobbit has never heard of any of them.  

He was too busy whispering with the cosmic Mind.  He didn’t even know who he was talking to.  Poor innocent hobbit.  


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