Family in a Fishbowl / Princess + 0 / reality show......

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Here goes Nothing........

The Princess is barely talking to me, and I seem to be holding her kid hostage.......

I guess they’d better send in the SWAT team.  

Just another typical day in the life of the family..... of any microcosmic family........
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Links to the BPWH Glossary's 

The first is to a partial glossary......... https://openmindsforum.forumotion.com/t251p700-hello-cy-omf-ii-part-2  

And at the top of the glossary is the link to one of the several original mnemonic pages, grouped around April of 2016........ https://openmindsforum.forumotion.com/t236p425-hello-cy-omf-ii-part-2 . 

Actually, a voice said to me tonight, I listen to them, Gary is a magical realist!

He’s been writing fiction for years.

I think he’s rubbed off on Dan.

Ackbar wrote:We had the missionaries over for dinner.

That was interesting.

I didn't hold back, let the words flow as they came.

There was a little bit of smelly, a little bit of Dan, a little bit of Princess, a little bit of Jim Newman/Tony Parsons and some UG in what flowed, but mostly It was just totally authentic ack doing totally authentic ack.

I did not hide in the shadows.

I did not play any zen trap games.

They said I was the most interesting person they had ever spoken to, whatever that means.

Hehe!

They had never spoke with non-dual free flowing energy before.

They were kind of left speechless.

Good.

What is there to say?

Nothing and everything.

All we can do is point to what can't be pointed to and something that never happens might stop happening....the Individual self.

Shrug.

Don't know.

I trust that what was said was the best possible think to say.

I ask myself how I would want it if I was in their shoes and the answer is that I would want it given to me straight, no bullshit, no funny business, so that's what I went with.

Straight on.

The BPW abides!

Muhahahaha

I love corrupting young Mormons.

That didn’t sound right, you know what I mean

I’ve never looked upon a Mormon with lust.

Oh wait, there was that huge b**bed one I almost married.

Straight on.

Ackbar wrote:Got two little goodies that came in the mail today.

This Interbeing hologram that changes between 3 versions of the same piece of art and an Alan Watts book my wife said she would read with me for fun.

https://shop.cosm.org/products/interbeing-hologram-lenticular

https://www.amazon.com/Wisdom-Insecurity-Message-Age-Anxiety/dp/0307741206

I'm a little surprised my wife is open to reading Watts.

It should be fun.

It was mostly her idea too.

Of course, it's really all over but the shouting.

Maybe something that never happens will stop happening.

Don't know.

Throw in a little wine and some cheese and that’s a party!

Invite Dan and I over.

Can you imagine the 6 of us with my wife and Dan’s actually in the same space?!

I bet we get instant portalz open all around uz and worm sign the likez of which even god haz never seen.

And to the artifact nutcases out there, blessed are those who have not seen yet remain open and free.

Seneca wrote a tragedy.

His story is of a grotesque character who changes the universe due to his action, The Savage God.

In his revenge for his brother’s evil, he feeds his brother his own children.

This Seneca was a genius socially, artfully, and stoically.

“Now I am god of gods and king of kings.”

Atreus metamorphoses into his grotesque monstrous amoral double of his brother who does not want to leave the “green world” of the beasts, the pastoral world of natural harmony.

Do you want to know why I call humans muppets here?

Because they are mechanical puppets to their monstrous appetites, me most.

Seneca and the Greeks saw this too.

The absurd trickster grotesque Savage God has a message, all the kings on earth must bow to the bigger kingdom, we don’t know shit.

We are stupid pigs likely in its view. Crowley is one of his children.

In the Tarot what we find are the many natures and relationships between the archetypes of our lives, centrally of the father and mother and child, trinity.

It is a manual how to make a Human Being.

Seneca 2000 years ago was writing about our voracious appetites destroying nature.

Pretty incredible.

The stuffing of the Void that can never be filled.

In Seneca, the microcosm meets the macrocosm face to face.

You know you are in a grotesque system when the voracious amoral appetites abound.

We live in such an apocalyptic world.

Cool find.

It’s coming down, maybe the crash will be gentle, maybe grotesque by the look of things.

Perhaps if we again, face the macrocosm with the microcosm, we can take the next step.

You can’t face the macrocosm as a muppet and do anything but destroy it and thus be destroyed.

Watch the grotesque trickster Trump.

His grandfather would stake a fake gold claim in the gold rush and then build a hotel to take the fools before the gold miners figured out there wasn’t much gold.

This guy’s whole line is made up by this grotesque appetite.

He is certainly the lesson.

He has take our monstrous grotesque form.

He feeds us our children for our sin.

I don’t believe in sin, it is simply a dramatic tool.

At least it’s a tragic comedy.

My god we are living in a Greek tragedy, by way of Seneca and Shakespeare, who was great because he wanted to out Seneca Seneca.

High praise.

Of course my hobbled education kept all these great classical lessons from me.

Better late than never.

And then to wake in a tragedy, my luck, ug.

Seneca woke up in his own tragedy and it cost him all his blood in a tub.

How ironic that death must have felt to him, betrayed by his ward Nero.

When I finally fall asleep
Perhaps I’ll dream of electric sheep
Blip Blop Bleep

And if I ever wake again
May it be in a green land of pretend
With all my best friends

In another coincidance of the weird RAW kind, I also have noted seeing a lot of the word essence around and even discussed it with my wife yesterday.

So we are pointed at the essence.

Ok.

I took the question deeper, does anything have any essence?

Are there essences?  

Not really.  

There is only love...... and the elaborations thereof.  

Everything else is meant as a distraction from love........ to see how long we can keep this........ foreplay going........ this foreplay to the Big Love.  

That’s right hobbit.  hobbit has been living in his slumber of dowsery.  hobbit is in love with his dowsing rods....... nothing else has been able to penetrate his thick skull, not until yesterday, when something finally snapped inside his skull...... and he awoke to the Big Love.  Welcome to the hobbit hole that we also call the Earth....... you know..... third rock from the Sun......

Hey, hobbit....... better late than never.  

The one who brags the most about being woke...... smelly...... he, ironically, is the one who is most asleep.  Yes, smelly, the first shall be last, and the last shall be first.  

smelly keeps pestering me about the portal, and the fact that I don’t do drugs.  

I only know one drug.......

Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
I can't stop this feeling
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me

(cont.......)

True, for something or someone to have something would be the beginning of duality.

essence = just this

love = just this

Ack,

To be or not to be..........

To have essence or existence...... that is the question.

The Big Love answers every question.



(cont.........)

Some more new Tool music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcSoLwFisaw

Descending Lyrics:

Free fall through
Our midnight,
This epilogue
Of our own fable
Heedless in our slumber
Floating nescient we
Free fall through
This boundlessness
This madness
Of our own making
Falling isn't flying
Floating isn't infinite
Come
Our end suddenly
All hail our lethargy
Concede
Suddenly
To the quickened
Dissolution
Pray we mitigate the ruin, calling all to arms and order
Drifting through
This boundlessness
This madness
Of our own making
Sound our dire reveille
Rouse all from our apathy
Lest we
Cease to be
Stir us from our
Wanton slumber
Mitigate our ruin
Call us all to arms and order
Sound the dread alarm through our primal body
Sound the reveille to be or not to be
Rise
Stay the grand finale
Stay the reading of our swan song and epilogue
One drive
To stay alive
It's elementary
Muster every fiber
Mobilize
Stay alive
Stir us from our wanton slumber Mitigate our ruin
Call us all to arms and order


To ascend we must descend.
To descend we must ascend.

I was reborn as a Thunder Shaman.
I am a force of nature.
When I am moved to action and words I move like a thunder storm.
I am a God.
I am Zeus.

Maybe we should have a contest to see who can brag the best about being woke.

56 Your father Abraham rejoiced that he would see my day. He saw it and was glad.” 57 So the Jews said to him, “You are not yet fifty years old, and have you seen Abraham?”[b] 58 Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, before Abraham was, I am.”

Before Jesus was, I Am.


What do you say to that all you Jesus freaks out there?

To thine own self be true.

Ack,

Poor smelly...... he just can’t get his head around the fact that little love and big love are not rocket science.

However, for all you animal lovers out there........ I’m not sure that animals know love.  

Of course, there are many of us, folks, who have gotten more love from a pet than they ever got from another human.

Still, if there is any distinction between sentience and sapience, it has something to do with love....... just saying.....



(cont........)

We don't really know love.

We are love.

Yes,

We know less about love, than fish know about water.

And while we’re at it....... I may have to rethink the Millennium, in light of the Big Love.

And, in three hours, we leave for Isafjordur and Total Immediate Collective Imminent Terrestrial Salvation.  

For 35 years, I’ve been trying to avoid the singularity of love.  

If scientists are told anything, we are told....... Natura non facit saltus.  

That is why we have black holes and cosmic Firewalls....... to hide the naked Singularity.  

I’m a Jesus freak, and Jesus never uttered the word Rapture, but I use it all the time.  

The Millennium is a Christian’s firewall against the Monad.  

It would greatly enhance my understanding of the past 40 years...... of the past 140 years, if there were no firewall....... no Millennium.  

Look, ma...... no Millennium!  

See..... I thought that the Millennium would be our chance to catch our breath.  

But no...... it’s Total Immediate Collective Imminent Terrestrial Salvation.  

My mistake.  

Now, Ack, all we have to do is explain TICITS to smelly and hobbit.  

Are you up for it?  

....... Girl, you got me thirsty for another cup of wine......

Dedicated to the Princess........ isn’t that right, Aaron?  

Aaron knows what I mean, and he’s never met the Princess...... not on this side of the portal.  

And poor smelly, he only knows ayahuasca.  

Smelly keeps bugging me about the Portal.  He doesn’t know..... can’t possibly understand that the Princess is a walking.... talking portal.  

Once you understand the Princess, you understand that all of us are walking...... talking portals.  

You understand that Monadnock is the circle whose circumference is Nowhere, and whose center is Everywhere.  

smelly can’t possibly imagine this, can he, Aaron?  


1:45............

Can foot imagine this?  

The Princess may be the first to understand, and foot may be the last.  

What does donny understand?  I’m guessing that donny is not as dumb as he looks.  

donny understands that he is playing global politics on borrowed time.  

And, Aaron, do you think that Gary has a clue?  

Of course, everything changes, if we realize that the Millennium may be superfluous. With the Apocalypse/Revelation, the Portal is wide open. Everything, then, is simply subjective....... YMMV......

Only the tree huggers remain, bless their souls.



(cont......)

I don't have to explain anything to anyone.

We are all one person here.

I open my mouth and words happen.

I have no mission or purpose.

I am a pointless point.

I have my little boat of death and I'm just floating down the river of love.

What happens outside is what happens inside.

What happens inside is what happens outside.

I don't make any distinctions.

I move and act without wobbling or questioning anything.

There is nothing to do and no one that needs to do it.

What's happing in this immediate moment is just the formless and the infinite appearing as words.

What smelly or hobbit needs to understand is not my concern.

Having no concerns is the most compassionate way to live I feel.

If others appear here and ask questions responses just happen.

In the BPW everyone is already their BP realized self and on very rare occasions, when the time and dimensions are right, what never really happens might stop happening.

Don't know

just keep walking on water without wobbling.

straight on.

Well, Aaron,

So mama don’t allow no worry warts around here?

I don’t really worry, but...... allow me my final mustard seed of doubt......

That’s the only thing that keeps me going.

This final mustard seed is why I’m still on OM.

This final mustard seed is what keeps worrying about President Donald Trump.

Have you never prayed, Aaron?

Praying is the most human thing we can do.

Do you not have an open mind, Aaron?

Have you never been surprised?

I feel really sorry for you.



(cont........)

Yep, mama don't allow no worry warts around here.

dan wrote:Are there essences?  

Not really.  

There is only love...... and the elaborations thereof.  

Everything else is meant as a distraction from love........ to see how long we can keep this........ foreplay going........ this foreplay to the Big Love.  

That’s right hobbit.  hobbit has been living in his slumber of dowsery.  hobbit is in love with his dowsing rods....... nothing else has been able to penetrate his thick skull, not until yesterday, when something finally snapped inside his skull...... and he awoke to the Big Love.  Welcome to the hobbit hole that we also call the Earth....... you know..... third rock from the Sun......

Hey, hobbit....... better late than never.  

The one who brags the most about being woke...... smelly...... he, ironically, is the one who is most asleep.  Yes, smelly, the first shall be last, and the last shall be first.  

smelly keeps pestering me about the portal, and the fact that I don’t do drugs.  

I only know one drug.......

Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
I can't stop this feeling
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me

(cont.......)

I am very proud of how I kept focus upon My rods for so long, most wither under the ridicule of the herd of the skeptics.

And I keep My focus.

I awoke from a hole in the ground of Earth, and thought W.T F?

I stay independent of the Earth, thus I can view the Earth, the solar system, universe.

Those focussed upon the Earth will remain part of the Earth.

Hobbit

Poor hobbit.  

Don’t you feel sorry for him, Aaron?  

He doesn’t know the difference between astronomy and astrology.  

That’s kind of like not knowing the difference between your ass and a hole in the ground.  



(cont.......)

I don't pray.

If needed I use the breath as my prayer.

dan wrote:Are there essences?  

Not really.  

There is only love...... and the elaborations thereof.  

Everything else is meant as a distraction from love........ to see how long we can keep this........ foreplay going........ this foreplay to the Big Love.  

That’s right hobbit.  hobbit has been living in his slumber of dowsery.  hobbit is in love with his dowsing rods....... nothing else has been able to penetrate his thick skull, not until yesterday, when something finally snapped inside his skull...... and he awoke to the Big Love.  Welcome to the hobbit hole that we also call the Earth....... you know..... third rock from the Sun......

Hey, hobbit....... better late than never.  

The one who brags the most about being woke...... smelly...... he, ironically, is the one who is most asleep.  Yes, smelly, the first shall be last, and the last shall be first.  

smelly keeps pestering me about the portal, and the fact that I don’t do drugs.  

I only know one drug.......

Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
I can't stop this feeling
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me

(cont.......)

I have never made a claim here, ever.

I have nothing to push or defend.

Unlike your rampant confirmation bias Dan.

I was never stupid enough to claim to be enlightened or woke or anything but a smelly goat and garzparz.

Ask Aaron, I’m not a sage or teacher or anything but this.

Don't ask me.

I don't know.

smelly.......

Wow...... all of this just for a little chicken?

It’s like I died, and already went to heaven.

dan wrote:Poor hobbit.  

Don’t you feel sorry for him, Aaron?  

He doesn’t know the difference between astronomy and astrology.  

That’s kind of like not knowing the difference between your ass and a hole in the ground.  



(cont.......)

Why??? do You keep inventing assumptions about moi?

Hobbit

Because you didn’t know the difference between the Big Bang and the Big Love.


I’m beginning to understand why there are so many folks here, now......

No one wants to miss the Big Love.  

That’s why smelly is here....... but smelly hasn’t figured it out yet.  


6.......

Eliminating the Millennium would explain quite a bit.

What I don’t understand is the rationale for the elimination.  


7:10.........

So what is the rationale for no Millennium?



(cont........)

Dan: smelly keeps pestering me about the portal, and the fact that I don’t do drugs.

I only know one drug.......