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It looks like we’re running up,against the 40 page allotment from the last thread......

And I’m still with Tulsi, unless there is a better suggestion......

Zen is often accused of being solipsistic and is the defense of a lazy and small mind

That’s you small brained chicken.

The internet tends to keep people in their heads.

I would think you are more solipsistic than I.

There is a real world “out there.” Your perceptions of that world may be limited and faulty, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there. And it doesn’t mean the outside world is exactly the same as your inner world. This is a very important point.

There is just one world, with no division between inner and outer. Yet the two sides are not the same.

Get it? Got it? Good!

Ok,

I’ve got that...... one coin with two sides...... not real shabby.

Said as a true monist.

And smelly is right....... I’m the closet solipsist....... being God, and all that.  Once in a while, though, it’s fun to pretend to just be another guy...... kinda like smelly.  


2:35........

And this brings up a problem that I’m sure folks are going to complain about...... in this...... the best possible world......

In this world, we all end up being one with God...... even smelly, as far as I can see.  

Will God have enough Headroom to accommodate every last one of us, muppets?   

How much standing room on top of Monadnock?  What if smelly wants to sit down?  Hmmm....... I think he’s already stretched out on his sofa...... beer in hand.  

Alright, there will be a choir of angels...... hovering..... watching our buddha child drinking his beer.  

This is what monasteries are for....... being one with God, together.

But haven’t we been disbanding the monasteries, lately.  Who the heck would want to go back to the cloister?  

How about a rock concert?  That’s a little bit better.  


3..........

Here’s a mechanism that might work better.......

Think of Heaven as a Hive....... full of portals.  

Depending on where you start, you can ‘choose’ different sets of portals, as you move toward the light.  

Yup, there’s even an OM portal.  This is the portal of the two sided coin....... smelly head..... smelly tails.

If you’re a Christian, the last portal is the Jesus portal.  By the time you walk through that portal, you are certified...... crucifixion-ready.  


3:45........

Life is full of portals....... how does Heaven differ from the Hive...... or from life. Well, as smelly suggests, life, here, is just another annex of the Hive.

It happens to be a bit bigger than the other cells. It happens to be where most of the action is.



(cont.......)

Whatever I am is this.

We simply embrace this because it is all the same coin.

The coin of the land.

I don’t know god.

I can’t say I am god or not.

I can play with words and thoughts and shadows and appearances.

But I don’t really know what they are.

I know a little about how science sees them and how it examines the world.

Which is just one way to think.

I borrow from Taoism and tarot, other ways to think, take a little from here and there.

My mind though is just the way it is.

I just woke up on Earth.

I don’t know about portals.

I know what we think they are.

I have an experience of change by not moving or doing.

Things change and don’t change.

Exploring the sides of that coin bring the inner and outer into one.

That’s here.

What is clear and occluded seeing?

Logic and reason provides yet another way to think.

This is all enlightenment is.

Buddha only means Awake.

Seeing clearly the way things are.

It’s not nihilistic or atheistic or mystical.

Awake to Being here.

With an inner and outer aspect we experience in 3D.

We seem to think there are higher dimensions.

And one dimension can’t really appreciate or see the one above it.

Would not the 4th or 5th dimension be like another form of being or life to us?

I don’t know.

We simply change our resolution being born and dying.

What if life is just the readjustment phase between jumps?

Lots of interesting sci-fi aspects I can imagine about this.

If something pops up, now I stop, breathe, consider the emotions and thoughts and then act.

Not 100% but enough to lead a relatively calm life.

I have a little space or gap.

Where before I acted from pure emotion and thought.

I was wild.

Am I tamed?

Could Marcus Aurelius’ smelly goat ever really be tamed?

Wouldn’t that spoil it?

Can’t I wonder at it all and just breathe Dan?

Do I need a creator?

Or judge?

I’m no one’s judge.

I’m a smelly goat that can bathe sometimes if you can catch me.

But I get dirty again real quick.

For me it doesn’t matter much what I or others say or think or feel, it matters what I do.

Why would I leave anything unfinished with death on the way?

The brain is good at filtering the world to only serve up what’s important.

How does it know?

All my silliness and the silliness we find in being, create and also dissolve fear.

I think fear is the killer here.

When we fear, there is nothing in it.

Isn’t fear beneath our desire?

We fill ourselves to avoid thinking about the great emptiness?

Just silly words.

I pay attention Dan to what happens but I don’t judge it.

As we go into our depth, we experience ancient feelings and thoughts, we feel it intensely.

That intensity is blinding and addictive.

And we have stayed away from it.

Built a hedge against it.

But as intensely as we feel alive touching our being, much else is happening in the world not about us.

I am aware Dan there is a bigger picture.

And it does matter.

But I check my biases about it and how I feel about it doesn’t really matter.

But what I do does.

Just a circle.

I was talking to a buddy about this article and I told him I would share it with you guys.

https://medium.com/@maureenseaberg/street-magic-in-the-bronx-95234d7f184c

I'll bet you can guess who the article is about based off the description "tall thin and bald".

Ack,

Thanks for sharing.  Maureen is known to some of us, as well.


It is too bad that smelly has to think of Creator and Judge in the same breath.  That’s how he and many of his one time fellow xians were raised, unfortunately.  

Despite my many entreaties to the contrary, those two concepts appear to be hard-wired together in his brain.  

I’m very sorry for you, Eric.  I’m at a loss.  I don’t know what more I can do for you, in that regard.  I’m sorry that you are not able to fully appreciate or celebrate our best possible world.  

Too many unfortunates, such as yourself, are not yet in a place where they are able to do so.  There is just too much psychological baggage.  

We can only pray that you will be relieved of this baggage, sooner than later. In the meantime, you are best advised to tend to your own garden...... as you are doing, so successfully. The world will be waiting patiently for your joy, when you are good and ready.

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Ack is back.

Bahahahahahaha

Punk

I wrote a fine essay thank you very much.

So good, you got clumsy.

Man, you should go back to school.

I’ve always seen through you.

Who are you talking to anyway Dan with your sappy projections, the mirror?

Spare me.

You are so boring, ha!

You seem to be having fun, so am I, so relax.

Have a J, drink some winez.

I am not troubled by any of this.

You can be as troubled as you like.

And here we are in the same world.

I am living in the best possible world, you are playing out some story as you are being written.

Stay in your lane old man or don’t.

I don’t care really

...

So anyway, I was reading High Weirdness, interesting exchange between RAW and Valle.

Since this is my strange channel, I’ll share it.

Encounters with the other intelligence should never be taken at face value.

He spoke of his book The Invisible College, these beings are part of our terrestrial control system he believes designed to tweak human culture and consciousness for purposes he does not understand.

To get caught up in the Magick theatre was simply to take the bait.

I took the bait.

For a long time I played the game.

The sightings are changing our human conceptions.

I was taught to deal with conceptions and not to trust them.

Something taught me to distrust the means of my control.

Along the way I can note who was part of the control system.

Who I can say I know was pulling a string.

Conscious or not.

I must have shown my self the way out.

But dan always tries to drag me back in.

Ha, I side stepped the UFO delusion.

And anyone pushing it is in on it or a damn fool.

Ack knows how to spot a fool and what to do to them.

You burn em.

Valle saw all extraterrestrial and esoteric lore as the trap.

That would include hives and princesses I’m afraid Dan.

She must be another level of control as you are.

I’m sounding nice and paranoid now, funz.

As Valle, I had to see past religion and spirituality.

Valle is sounding very gnostic.

There is a limit how far you can push us.

So we have our minders.

Valle says many ufo encounters are like secret society ritual initiations.

Designed to trigger fear and disorientation in the aspirant.

In order to draw them into a new cognitive framework.

Valle notes schedules of reinforcement.

9/11, LV, Trump, the list is long...

Valle wants out of the conditioning maze like a good gnostic.

The ground seems to have disappeared here.

So, whose to say what’s right or wrong, true or fake?

Just under the surface, life gets weird.

Valle seems like a dangerous man to me.

But not really.

People are conditioned to keep to the story.

Goats like me are easily ignored.

I can’t say if Dan is ‘in on’ anything.

He has his act, like we all have ours.

Ahhhh...the Chapel Perilous.

Who will escape or could with their sanity?

It would do no good to go babbling insane.

So the dude abides it all, even men who claim to be God.

I don’t think there was a secret society that would take Dan or would keep him after hearing him rant

He’s OG, Original Goat to me.

He just has lost his way.

Goats always find their way.

Be the goat Dan.

Aaaauuuuuummmmm

GOP lawmaker says he's 'concerned' over reported UFO sightings by Navy pilots

https://www.foxnews.com/media/rep-walker-tells-tucker-carlson-hes-concerned-over-reports-of-ufo-sightings-by-navy-pilots

It’s a lie and deception.

Like you my Gary puppet.

You are a pusher.

A scripted character on autopilot.

Next?!

I’m thinking that smelly is an example of a Demiurge.  

He awakens, isolated.  He imagines himself to be self created.  

Well, smelly, it appears that you have met your Maker.  

I’m the One who is self created.  I’m the man with the plan...... of Creation.  

You have no plan.  

I have a plan.  

You are my prodigal son, much as the Princess is my prodigal daughter.  

My plan, smelly is to make the best possible Creation, and that includes my best possible prodigal son.



(cont.......)

See everything and find the continuity that lays a path before you.

How can anyone of us know "the way" but there is a way for us all.

But, to become concrete is to break in the end. Is it the fallen caryatids.

Don't bare others burdens. For they are not burdens until you take them up.

wk,

I do love burdens, don’t I, especially the best possible smelly burdens.

Yes, this is a conditioning maze.... the best possible conditioning maze.

We have to pay rapt attention to every twist and turn.  

Gnostics love to dance around the Cross...... some see it.... some don’t.

smelly don’t.  But, hey, my smelly one...... dance your heart out.  

Jesus was the gnostic to begin all gnosticism.  I’m the gnostic to end all gnosticism.  

Mine is the gnosis of the Kingdom Come.

The Kingdom was right in our face, the whole time.  

smell has woken to that fact........ hallelujah.  

He wants it to be his little secret.  

No, smelly, it’s going to be your big..... hot secret..... too hot, too big for you to handle.... by your little lonesome.  

Have I bitten off more than I can chew?  

Of course, I have.  That’s why smelly is here to help....... whittle this cosmic Truth down to personal bite sizes.  

Yes, smelly, and foot before smelly, is here to make sure that Truth didn’t get too big for its britches........ one step ahead of the men in the white coats.  


2.........

Yes, my little smelly one has been set free.  He thinks he freed himself.  

My little Princess thinks she opens her own portals.  

From my worm’s eye view....... I’m thinking...... maybe not...... my children.  

Truth is the key that opens every door....... button, button, who has the key......?  

If you are within the sound of my voice....... this is your last door....... the door of perception...... on a clear day we can see Monadnock.  

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

That says a mouthful.  



(cont........)

Well there is always this.




It's getting to the point where I am no fun anymore, I am sorry.
Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud, ‘I am lonely.'
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.

Remember what we've said, and done and felt about each other, oh babe, have mercy.
Don't let the past, remind us of what we are not now, I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.

Tearing yourself away from me now, you are free and I am crying.
This does not mean I don't love you, I do, that's forever, yes, and for always.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.

Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock and laughter the key to your heart and I love you.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard.

Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon, what have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning, please be gone, I'm tired of you what have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is, listen to me baby-
it's my heart that's a suffering, it a-dying and that's what I have to lose.

I've got an answer. I'm going to fly away, what have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow,
sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.
Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight,
asking me, said, she so free, how can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting lyrics, losing love lamenting. Change by life, make it right, be my lady.

What joy Cuba brings to me,
The Queen of the Caribbean Sea.
What sunny skies they have there,
And how sad it is that I cannot go.

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Ha, never GrandPa!

I'm the worst possible prodigal son, I’ll never return home

Maybe that makes me the best prodigal son.

Shrug.

Don’t know.

Dan, you and your control system can bite my hairy goat nutz.

How would you like to live in a control system sending lights in the sky to alter us?

It’s not too fun on certain levels.

I stay away from those dark shadows.

God loves the smelly goat.

You ain’t that.

Maybe you have to learn to get along with the smelly goat to get to do the next thing.

I think I would have gotten along much better with RAW and Valle.

But that might not have been as much fun.

That’s sort of my point, isn’t it, smelly?

Yes, you’re the best, smelly.

Folks complain that Truth is a moving target, and, yes, it is, but......

But once you’ve got it in your sights....... you’re in for one helluva ride.

Just sing along with whoknows.

I don’t think I did anything.

I just stopped being stupid.

There isn’t anything to do but stop being distracted.

Then you can handle any asshole on earth.

And there are a lot of them.

You know I fucking really resonate with RAW.

The struggle of being and yet keeping one eye on that big eye in the sky.

It’s a little unnerving at times what a setup life is.

I don’t let my self have hope or desire about the future.

This unit was malfunctioning.

I had to change some settings and now it is receiving signal properly.

Soon we will increase the amplitude of the signal the smelly one has been drawn to.

You ain’t seen nuthin yet.

See, we all have our guiding delusionz.

Stay calm.

If you lose your cool, they gotcha.

Not being distracted is the trick.

Once upon a time I was ‘distracted’ by a Princess.

Then she set me free........ so that I could attend to a goat.

I’m kinda thinking...... smelly might be my last distraction....... sports fans......

Maybe no one else is your problem.

And the world is the best possible world.

In the BPW you don’t have to worry about goats or sheep.

You really don’t need to worry about anything.

RAW and Valle were part of the previous generation.

This is mine.

And now I’ve been lapped by these millennial kids.

I know this weird kid on FB I see some fine quality in.

I notice the quality around me.

I know how hard it is to distill this quality in a human being.

Could that be the point of all of this?

So many tuned out and dropped out who heard the tune.

The control system broke them.

Some now just babble incoherently.

I appreciate you old guys.

But they prob ended up serving the control system.

As we all do.

I haven’t quit my job or become a monk in the woods.

I’m in the middle of life.

That’s where we always are.

I’m looking for the Truth that is within...... each and every one of us.

I want to see it in you, smelly.

Show us your Truth, smelly.......

I have shown you everything.

I can’t make anyone see.

I was here though.

Whatever here is.

And when I heard it talk to me.

I responded.

I do what I do.

I be what I be.

No point.

No names.

No worries.

I can die any second.

Why worry?

It’s coming.

Now I just await my death in style.

Maybe this is the only fact we can bank on.

It makes being here then precious.

Even in shadow.

Did you see Trump lie about drinking wine.

He has this empty insecure image he just blatantly lies abou

What’s amazing is people listen to him.

They want to believe him.

They make the control system run.

They are it’s gteatest accomplishment perhaps.

Muppets who beg for and wallow in control by others.

They don’t want the burden of thinking.

They just want to be told what to do and to think.

It’s kind of lowest form of human being imho.

They beg for their slavery/ignorance and wallow in it.

They celebrate ignorance.

They beg for mediocrity and the bullet that will kill them or the cattle bolt to the head.

I took the chains off, walked around, but now I sat back down in my chair in the Magick theatre.

What’s playing next Dan on the big screen?

I’m sorry, but death won the argument here.

Well, smelly, if you cannot show me your Truth, I’ll have to show you mine.........

My doors of perception were cleansed....... maybe by Sophia.  
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You are an impatient little goat, smelly.......

Bleat on........ smelly one.......

But you are so wrong.......

Truth is more powerful than Death.  

Death does not get the last word.  

Truth gets the Last Word.  

Truth has the last breath.  
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I was able to see infinity in everything.  

The light was blinding.  

But then I got the call........ from nowhere....... maybe from Sophia, again.  

I only knew that my time had come around.  

I had seen something....... it was time for me to say something......

I had to call 911.  

It was time to phone home.  

I knew there was someone who could patch me through.  

The rest is history.........

And now you, smelly.......

You, evidently, are the one who was meant to patch me through...... after being on hold for 38 years........ it’s about time that someone picked up the phone.  

I want you to deliver a message...... from Michael........

...... The Navigator has landed.

Can you deliver that message..... for me, please, smelly?



(cont.......)

No need.

You are just a dead muppet walking.

My Truth is death.

As it gets the last word.

Death is the last portal.

Whether I was taking drugs to kill my self because I’m terminal in a week or I live 50 more years.

Shrug.

What’s the difference, though, most of us want that next breath.

So tell me a story before or beyond death Dan.

I like those fairy tales.

smelly has promised to attempt a delivery....... to somewhere...... employing a ‘poppy’ seed of faith.