Notes from under the bus...... to Monadnock

First topic message reminder :

To get to Notes from the Underground you have to go by way of Fathers and Sons and What to Do.  That will take you back to the mid eighteen hundreds....... it’s been a trip, and we’re almost done.

We’re still left with the question of what to do....... modulo communism and existentialism.  

In a pre Millennial frame, I’d been advocating (a portal-centric) communalism for the duration of the Millennium.  

In post Millennialism, ie. modulo the Millennium, we have to readdress the question of what to do, ie. come up with an action item for the Princess.  

(continues in post #2......)

Wherever I strike something, water begins to flow.

I can do this in people.

It’s one of the gifts I guess you could say or curses.

I am not a special person, I am a person who knows their power.

In a sleeping world that may seem to be special to ones who don’t know this.

But that’s the trick.

Having power and being power, but not needing power.

I have struck Dan.

Look at how he reacted?!

Wow!

I know I have made ripples here.

I struck Ack.

I struck some friends and family.

I struck a few strangers.

Others struck me.

Taoism was a key find for me.

A puzzle piece.

It showed me how to find my center amid a raging storm.

If I leave that center, the storm rages.

I can relate to Dan needing a calm get away.

It can only be found within oneself one ultimately learns.

You take it with you anywhere you go, but you never leave it or go anywhere really.

One must face the storm at times and go into it by letting it rage.

I stopped striking things.

I hide this power.

Instead of striking out, I now embrace.

I saw where it could lead, one might say I saw visions of the present and past and future mixed.

One was where I was a dragon breathing rainbow fire against ancient doors.

Another was as one of the 144,000 in a white robe, which I recorded an account of about 6 years ago living an aimless life before I drank the brown brew.

During the white robe vision it was odd how much love I felt at the moment, as if the clouds parted in my mind and I felt what it was to know my place.

I had not been seeking answers praying or in the Bible.

Something broke out of me at a weak moment when the veil was thin.

A psychotic break?

I just didn’t care anymore about my life or my bullshit.

I guess I gave up and begged for Jesus to take the wheel.

But when I looked over, Jesus wasn’t driving, Cheech from cheech and Chong was and he handed me a Joint and just said, here, take this, relax little one.

I’m going to tell you what’s happening.

You are becoming enlightened.

What is inside of you is pouring forth, it will gush at the beginning, but you can collect it up, the gush will become a stream.

But it will never stop he said.

I just tapped the stream always running within everything.

Ok, I croaked.

He told me I would bring healing to myself first and then it would spread.

Like a fungus.

Yah, it was some far out shit.

Hey, having healing visions can’t be the worst thing to have.

It could have been hell with monsters tearing me apart...that came later.

You might call what I describe a wake up call.

You might say I heard a trumpet.

A clarion call.

My life came to end and then it began again with some kind of power I can’t contain.

I could only learn to let it flow using time.

I just knew it was time to do what I could for myself and that would be helping all of it.

Then I drank some brown goo and ultimately emailed Jack.

Funny.

There was a feeling through all of it.

You can take it, you can stand in the storm and that will be enough.

Stand in the storm.

I was only shown my tools and abilities.

I know there are no missions.

So you can’t fool me, because I’m not fooling myself.

This is what it is to be this here now.

That’s all and that’s enough.

From the weird side below...gonna read lesbo cult next.

Good times.

THE LONG AWAITED SEQUEL TO LESBO CULT! (It's about Project MKULTRA, the same as "Dorian at the Grove" - except the new one is about MKULTRA and the creation of AIDS.)  ---  https://www.amazon.com/DORIAN-GRAY-Christofer-M-Nigro/dp/1732365709  - here's my story "Dorian at the Grove" in the new book.  I LOVE the Bohemian Grove!    
DORIAN AT THE GROVE or FINDING DOuRIAN WITHIN
by

T. Casey Brennan

Copyright 2018 by T. Casey Brennan

Part One:  Dorian Melts

This is the story of Dorian at the Bohemian Grove but it isn't.  I just made it up, but I had a good reason.   In 1959, I started in the seventh grade at Swamp School in Kenockee Township (in rural Michigan) so it must have been around then that I found "The Picture of Dorian Gray" in Daddy's books.   Mama said I had to make Daddy like me more, and I had just spent four years in a Catholic school trying to be more like the real Brennans who had adopted him in 1906, and it hadn't worked.  This wouldn't either but I didn't know that then.  So I found the chest of books.   They had been his college textbooks in Ann Arbor at the University of Michigan, in the 1920s, and the others that he and his classmates had read in that bygone enlightened era...Kant's "Critique of Pure Reason"  (understood SOME; after all I'm in Mensa), Will Durant's "Story of Philosophy" (I didn't read much past the chapters on Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle), Gustave Flaubert's "Madame Bovary"), and Oscar Wilde's " The Picture of Dorian".   But Daddy wasn't going to like me all the time no matter how well I could read his old books.   Mama and Daddy were married in 1938 and I was born in 1948.   So maybe Daddy wasn't Daddy but I didn't know that then, and didn't know that his "hypnosis lessons" would someday lead to something really, really bad.  
But it was 1959, and I was still learning how to pick up girls and "The Picture of Dorian Gray" was helping.  In a future, grown-up world, adults would insist that every portrayal of Dorian Gray would reflect Oscar Wilde's own gay lifestyle.   But any adolescent brave enough to read it knew it was a book about a guy that could REALLY pick up girls.   So I learned, and more bad things happened, and then I saw Dorian melt.   This was how all of THAT happened.  In the summer of 1959, Daddy got involved with an Osteopathic physician in Michigan who was also a professional hypnotist and a self-described official of the CIA's Project MK ULTRA.   He wanted children to experiment on, and later on, he wanted to kill President Kennedy and Daddy said he could help with both those things.  And so could I.   The CIA could have found no better place to conduct their Project MK ULTRA experiment than Kenockee Township, Michigan.  It was a back woods rural area; many were barely semi-literate, preferring the back-breaking labor of bare-subsistence farming to the education that might have given them equality with the middle class.   The first girl must have been some country cousin to Eddie Rickenbacker.  Her name was Kathy and I wrote a poem about her in 1953.  Her brother Jerry showed me who Batman was that same year.  In 1959, or 60, or 61, sometime after I started back attending the one-room school, my parents took her to Project MK ULTRA to be drugged and raped and groomed for killing.  She didn't work out but I did.  WAS she truly related to the famous general?  What would it matter?  Though we were of the blood, that  would not assuage them, would not spare us, would not save us; we were the sacrificial lambs, the price our parents paid for services, they would force their bodies and their drugs and their  murders upon us.  There was no escape, not through guile or courage or regality -- we were their living weapons and there was no escape.   Soon John Kennedy would die, but in 1961, I watched Dorian Gray melt.   Part Two:  The funny boy and Donny and FAMOUS MONSTERS  

Some time before I met Donny at Swamp School (who gave me my first copy of FAMOUS MONSTERS, the one with Gorgo on the cover), I met the funny boy (who looked just like him) at a campground in St. Ignace.   The funny boy acted like a standard country kid of that era except sometimes, he said, he predicted things.  One day he said his father had named his rifle or shotgun or whatever it was he used for hunting the food he put on the table.   He said it was named "Old Caintuck" but since they weren't from Kentucky, it wasn't clear why.  Then he said, mystically, "Old Caintuck will outlast your parents love for you."   So after Donny gave me FAMOUS MONSTERS #11, and I watched the Dorian Gray movie they had something to do with, it occurred to me that the final image of Dorian Gray therein, looked more like melting wax than a man dying.   Later on, I would talk about Donny giving me FAMOUS MONSTERS #11 at a comic book convention in Mt. Clemens, Michigan in 2015, sharing a panel with fellow Warren alumnus, Basil Gogos, who had done the Gorgo cover.   I never saw Donny or the funny boy again.  So Kathy got raped, and Daddy turned bad and Dorian melted and here's what happened to me.   On November 22, 1963, Daddy comes into my room.  He says we are going to see the same hypnotist who raped Kathy (except, we don't remember that, by then).  He drives us really fast to the airport in Yale, Michigan (which all the JFK researchers found out didn't exist when I first wrote about it in 1996), and the hypnotist is waiting.   When they drape me over the rifle, I fire only one shot, but, nonetheless, it is the shot that ends the world.   They have told me that I must start the shooting or die,  and I was unable to trick them in that also.  I fired deliberately to miss, but it hadn't mattered.  Unable to push the rifle from the window as I had dreamed, I had only signaled the actual shooters from their various spots.   My dad was an expert marksman and he thought he would be the one to shoot, not me.  But it had all been a trick to see if I would comply, even though I loved the President and I did.   So I was there and I was at the 2014 Fantasticon and I almost made thIs party too.  Years ago, James Roth introduced me to Larry Silver - just on the social media site Facebook - leading  to a series of posts on Larry's Facebook page by me...over and over, "James R. wants you to get my Social Worker song on the radio in New York."  --  referencing a thoroughly objectionable  song produced by my band, FRANKENHEAD!  Larry  put up with it for YEARS, then blocked me from his FACEBOOK pageI was even invited to the new building to get free champagne!  One of the first families with mixed Indian blood came & got blocked by security.  Larry came down and apologized & gave him the champagne.   But even that led to more blood, and I didn't get to go to the Bohemian Grove after James invited me either.  Part Three:  A Death in the House of Roth and Dorian Visits the Grove

To those few who were aware of it, it was, of course, the highest of honors that modern society could possibly bestow upon me.   The Bohemian Club had begun among journalists, then somehow reached the elite and powerful of the world as the years and decades passed.  Oscar Wilde had placed their annual festival, the Bohemian Grove, first on his list of things to see when he came to America in 1882.  To be invited to it at all is amazing but to be invited by one of the most powerful banking families in the world --  what could possibly go wrong?  But, I had caused a death in the house of Roth.  I did more than write the comics he liked.  I got his father killed.  When I wrote of my JFK involvement  in 1996, alluding to a CIA AIDS MKULTRA Operation Paperclip connection, young Amschel Roth BOUGHT the Paperclip File.  His intention was the cure AIDS, crash the stock market, and destroy the world economy.  In the ensuing panic, credit would be as important as agriculture in a world struggling for recovery.  The house of Roth  would take over the world  in FACT rather than fantasy.  Walking in an open field, in a foggy dawn or dusk, is like this...you can see the fog so dense up ahead.  But once you're there, it's gone.  You can only see it in the distance.  The power of the House of Roth is like that.  The closer you get, the more you realize that it was just illusion. So on the 8th of July, 1996, Amschel Roth was suicided by the CIA.  Rather than pretend some sort of inside information on Amschel's obvious murder, I would prefer to begin this way.  Abbie Hoffman said you could riot against them, Cesar Chavez said you could organize labor, Jane Fonda said you could go to Communist Vietnam and party, long before the Nike executives thought of it.  But David Carridine - and his TV show - claimed that you could defeat them with mind-over-matter, even deflect spears that way.  So it was inevitable that they would murder Carridine also.  What was alarming was the WAY in which Carridine was murdered. First Carridine was suicide by hanging.  Then, as the stage was set, the Carridine verdict became auto-erotic asphyxiation, even though his hands were tied.  The intent is to preclude further investigation.  If one investigates the apparent suicide, the "real" story comes out and is far more appealing than the truth (murder) because it is so sordid.  The question is, does this apply also to Amschel's suicide.  If not, why such a minimal report on his death, even by his own company?  Did the Roths fear that the slanderous - and false - accusations that would surround an investigation of his death would be more damaging to their fog-bound House than what they already faced?   So James Roth did NOT ask Larry Silver to get my Social Worker song on the radio; that was just a joke.   But he did invite me to the Grove, and this is what happened next.   Those who entertain conspiracy theories may suggest that I was invited as an ersatz Oswald, and that it was implied that I would bring my main financier at the time, as a substitute for his widow, a woman of royal background whom I often call "The Princess", with a similar name and nationality to the widow of the falsely accused assassin.  All to front off the CIA, who would also be there, for murdering his father.  But  that was not to be because I collapsed and needed surgery a few weeks before and the Princess was attacked and her arm broken.   I had even learned that I could have taken her as far as the Clubhouse up front, though regrettably (and perhaps illegally) only men can join in the festivities in the forest.    So even that worked out with lots of people hurt.  But what if it hadn't?   What if T. Casey had gone anyway, even with Amschel unavenged, and the Princess injured, and JFK unsolved?   What if he had found Dorian within, just as he'd wanted in 1959 when he first learned to pick up girls?   What if T. Casey had lost all that idealism and emotion he had felt in the Warren comics he had written in the seventies, or, not lost, but misplaced somehow?  What if the blood no longer mattered?  What if he only needed a place to rest?   What if he found Dorian Gray within and the Grove Eternal?   Could he go then, even washed in the tears and blood of the fallen?

Epilog:

The Grove has always been there.  Before time and space, before the universe was created, the Grove was there. It was a place the powerful could go to rest.  For that one moment we could forget what little people could never bear to know.: actions can have consequences.  We are powerful - all of our actions have consequences.  I've ALWAYS been there.   So has Dorian Gray; Dorian from the book, and Dorian within.
    Me.

THE END

I have learned I am powerful and that my steps cause ripples.

One can learn to play the ripples like music.

You can hear them and feel them and touch them like spider webs.

Lowering and raising amplitudes.

This must be what it is to be a God.

The vest beckons for the Chicken's returns. Alone in the closet it seeks out and yearns. Soon united they will be in their evil turns. But the Chicken must follow the path the corn burns. A path that begins in the shadows of ferns.

Well, I’m heading to see Fantastic Fungi at the Maryland Film Festival.  Is that close enough?
...........


Only a strong AI believing mathematical physicist could claim to be an impersonalist, with any sort of authority. But if this person is not also a philosopher, they could never defend themselves. And there are many coincidences to be explained.

The rest of us are all born personalists.

I don’t know about Oscar Wilde. He seemed to have enough of his own issues, without getting mixed up with philosophy or physics.



(cont........)

You know Dan, I don’t know if you can see it, but the connection I made to this T. Casey Brennan is kinda crazy.

It spoke of rest and mkultra and Dorian within and The Princess and the Grove, the Eternal Grove.

Some muppets are having a crazy life compared to the rest.

Just another Saturday morning flying the blazing skiez.

Many ripples here.

The waters will still and then they will be disturbed again.

But under those vibrations the Deep and below that is the Deep Deep.

Cheech didn’t tell me I had to go down there.

That I was the Deep Deep Deep.

Cheech told me what enlightenment was before I ever read about what it was.

I didn’t come across that concept until years later.

It is just a placeholder for a singularity.

A singularity of impossible length makes this CTC possible if I understand this crackpot physicist.

We all show ourselves what we need to see to meet the deep deep deep.

Some personalities can integrate it, some can’t.

Some see UFOs and Tinkerbells and crack up and some know those lights inside themselves.

The ones who can’t go with it I guess become the shooters and the shot.

Is that the lesson here?

You know, as far as my own story goes, I don’t deny it.

I am rather enjoying it these dayz.

I am in the beginning of my great decline.

I feel it.

I’m gonna enjoy it, oh yeah.

I’m not going to stress myself out over the singularity like Dan does and explodes over.

I felt the crest of my wave.

Ride the wave.

Flow with it is my choice.

I won’t fight it.

So maybe acceptance really is the only choice we can make.

Those fuckin Taoists know it better than most I tell ya.

I’m impressed by their solution to the unanswerable, indeterminacy.

This is the gap that allows us to be aware.

We don’t want the music to end really.

In coming weeks the Chicken will be tested. He must read, think, and be well rested. In this game he is well invested. Will he succeed, or will he be bested?

Well, as long as I don’t have to have fisticuffs with the Princess, I guess I’ll be ok.

dan wrote:Well, as long as I don’t have to have fisticuffs with the Princess, I guess I’ll be ok.  

No one escapes having to face themselves.

Enjoy the view Dan.

Ride the wave or wipe out.

Doesn’t really matter I guess.

Lots of laughs if you wipe out.

Hanging peace signs if you ride the wave.

Continuing the thread, my new friend, the JFK shooter, sent me this.

Why I meet you old crack pots I have no idea.

I kind of tripped into this very innocently with a priori knowledge of Disclosure.

Hmmmm...T. Casey Brennan hints, Beware Dreamers.

http://vampirellawithacapitalv.blogspot.com/2015/07/beware-dreamers-vampirella-tale.html

Maybe he works with foot like creatures, indirectly or directly.

So we want to stick with the lizards we know or follow the disgusting frogs?

I sound like U!!!

I don’t like either choice.

Kek has been making messes.

That I kinda like.

Trump embodies the fools critique of reason, I like Kant’s thinking about it.

I will chatter like a mad hatter.

Deep within the forest fog a little frog sits under a log.

Somewhere out in a meadow green a dancing baby goat is seen.

Out around the farmer’s barn the chicken’s scratches do no harm.

Deep inside a hive of bees the one true Queen cannot be seen.

If you read the comic, you will see what’s happening.

The seeker...

The dreamer...

...is dead.

“Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage.”

—William S. Burroughs

Every person is faced by the reality that love is really what existence is.

Mystics come back babbling about love.

Those in the flow feel its embrace and know peace.

Ecstatics feed on it like a battery fueled by static electricity.

Love causes the dead pain.

Most are walking dead.

I’ve been in the throws of blue rip roaring electric love.

Existence is then the appearance of love?!

If so, then death is her kiss.

We run from love, our only sin.

When love is hidden, Moloch reigns.

It hungers for our children.

Our ancient Adversary.

I have named it.

Moloch drives our cities and industry and feeds off of this chaos we have wrought and now are deconstructing.

It has many names.

As the beats sang out their cries looking to score, Moloch gave them the shit to poison their hearts and minds until they faded away and drown in their own vice.

Our world imploded before I was born and I have had to live in the ruins of love.

When one finds the owl of this world hiding in the ruins of love, they find the bird is blind.

One of the most powerful writers I ever came partook of was Jack Kerouac.

Raw crackling power and a sad longing for death.

His words were each songs, birds singing their pain and deep longing.

Their disappointment at the lie sold to his people blazes forth.

The birds flew out of his heart.

I do not sing empty praises to Kings, Queens, Princesses or Princes.

Moloch is a concept that people sacrificed their children to.

Is it possible to fight it, to find a way out of its death grip?

There are wayz.

They are treacherouz hallz of mirrorz.

Whatever comes easy and sweet I would be careful of.

There are no easy answers or words that will show you the way or make it all better.

There is action and effect.

Your actions speak of who you are.

Your words are echoes.

Spend too much time peeling back your layers and nothing will be left.

With so many lies and confused minds, what is one to do?

Shall we rebel like the beats?

Shall we resist control?

I have to say, embracing this enemy seems the only way to transmute it.

The prison and its pain then is the key.

I am the prison of love or am I its prisoner, maybe we have ensnared one another.

If you truly love your neighbor, you will remind them they are free and that they can end their suffering when they choose to take responsibility for all of it.

I have no choice in this really.

I accept this, but I don’t have to feed it with my struggle or indulgence.

I cannot change things, but when enough of us get wise to this birth and death game, it’s over.

To speak of another authority is anathema to me.

How could we be so gullible and stupid to idolize anything again?

Very easily, I know.

The candy is sweet.

Smash the idols.

It’s time.

Let your conspiracies go.

Just be who you are.

This is my silly song.

“There is a great difference between slackening your hold of a thing and letting it go.” --Seneca

Nice post Smelly

It is our resistance to love that causes us the pain

did Voltaire not say something about our loving our chains..

Like Plato before him.

Compassion for all is needed

I say that this is the best possible world.  

Eric says it is the worst.  

It might be more accurate to say that ours is the only possible world.  

Eric is saying that the only thing we have to lose are our chains.  

We are social animals, and society is a system of mutual constraints.  

Yes, we are about to throw off our constraints.  That is the definition of the Eschaton.

Eric/smelly is impatient.  Aren’t we all?  

Whether the Eschaton comes at the best time or at the worst time is academic.  It will come when it comes....... at the only possible time.  

Yes, we are prisoners of love and hate.   It’s hard to have one without the other.  

The only choice we have is this world or no world.  The Eschaton is a close encounter with the no world option.  

We have the situation that other persons exist.  That situation is coming to its logical conclusion...... as we return to the Source.  

Eric is a utopian. He supposes that utopia is just around the corner.... as we throw off our chains. He’s right. It is almost upon us. It is the Source...... the source of all the love and hate..... hope and fear.



(cont........)

I do not say it's the worst, I see things as they are and the lies and that our institutions are just placeholders until we were ready to overthrow them and remember.

Yes, look at the war raging between existence and essence.

They make this essence and existence question so abstract and academic.

Let's keep it simple.

When Americans are polled again and again about what makes life meaningful, they say family by about 70%.

Love, irrational, genetic, chemical, emotional love.

Without love, could the mystic see anything?

Without love, could anyone get lost?

Without love, would science mean anything?

Would you listen to anyone who didn't know love?

Could you respect a Philosopher or Priest or Scientist totally given to their sexual instincts?

There are plenty of psychopaths that think because nothing holds them back, they are the most powerful.

Is that our experience?

Love of learning is still love.

Love of creating and being drives many.

Love of nature and one another is better than hatred.

Love does not tell us what to do or what it all means.

I don't think monsters are born, I think they are made.

The cold cult of capitalism thinks all life is selfish and that altruism is an illusion.

But most of us say family is what gives life meaning.

Who are these monsters we have let mislead us?

I find it interesting we don't speak more together about love and what it means.

We don't need to speak about it really.

Look at the stories we like and what we dream about.

Love let's us feel all this.

As does our breath.

I think the concept of Transcendence a dream.

Thought is so easily confused and language so easily can mislead when it is too abstract to be relatable to what most of us live for, each other.

What are we doing?!

Losing our minds I hope, for a little while longer at least, just long enough to remember what life means to us.

This is not my philosophy or religion or ultimate meaning, just some observations and considered opinions.

Back to all the UFO crap.

I would guess there are no UFOs, of course there are not.

They are used to fight the culture war stirred up to keep us scared and distracted while they play power games, for our best interest I'm sure, ha!

Do I want Russia or China taking over the country, no, I don't.

I reject those repressive views.

So we let them do these things to keep our side safe.

Are there really any national sides anymore, na, just corporate interests.

Trump does what's best for his business.

People benefit, so they accept it and then have to justify it and then it's really all fucked up, but he exposes the hypocrisy.

We made a monster, the Jews call them Golems.

We created this clay monstrosity.

All the stories, the tic tacs, portals, roswell, just covering up our advanced weapons research.

The story of the Philadelphia experiment was just making ships resistant to electromagnetic mines if you keep things simple. A big reason America got into WWII was to get the technology Britain was offering.

Britain discovered radar looking to develop a death ray to kill pilots based on Tesla.

Reality is so much crazier than crackpot theories.

Funny, my family is one of the crypto-jewish Spanish families who evaded the Inquisition.

It is in my blood to rebel.

Prob why I like Spinoza so much.

Anyone excommunicated by a sect is kin to me.

Bahahahahahaha

Transcendence is a dream.........?  

Eric now claims that normal waking consciousness is the only reality.  Everything else is illusory.  

I cannot prove otherwise.  

But I don’t know anyone who actually believes this.  

I doubt that Eric knows any such person, either.  

I don’t know of anyone who thinks that phenomena are the sum total of existence.

Do we know of anyone who does not believe in noumena, of one sort or another?  



(cont.......)

Just my opinion.

You may entertain yourself with anything you can conjure from your imagination.

Your fairytale literally has a princess in it.

Very funny.

Bah

The smelly goat is not the first to be here now.

I like to keep things simple and honest.

I like surprises the older I get.

Don’t know how many more I have.

Love surprises.

Understand rubber band?

Don’t give me no lip potato chip.

Be at ease with your squeeze.

Watching this Disney documentary called Oceans tonight.....wow!

The ocean is as magnificent as it is beautiful.

How awesome it is to live on such a stunning planet!

I love the ocean.....

Yah, I have a little ocean right here in my living room.

Life depends on us and we on it.

Dan I know tha unseen by instinct.

I can’t name it or hold it.

It’s awareness.

Instinctive response is highest consciousness.

Yes, please explain awareness.

Bah

Yes, being here, now is the ultimate meaning of existence.  

But where is here, and when is now?  

Many of us spend our lives searching for the right place and time...... thinking that we are lost in space and time.  

We search for the way home.  

Home is where the heart is.  

What is the heart, and where is it?  

Who better to ask than Eric?  

How better to be here, now than to celebrate Presence....... ours and everyone else’s.  

Eric persecutes me on a daily basis, for suggesting that to understand where here and now are, we need to know where there and then are.  

This is ironic with Eric’s current avatar being the Bodhidharma.

The Bodhidharma was the founder of zen...... he brought the Laṅkāvatāra Sūtra to China......

In the sūtra, the Buddha asserts that all the objects of the world, and the names and forms of experience, are merely manifestations of the mind:.......
On the contrary my teaching is based upon the recognition that the objective world, like a vision, is a manifestation of the mind itself; it teaches the cessation of ignorance, desire, deed and causality; it teaches the cessation of suffering that arises from the discrimination of the triple world.

Yes, evidently the Bodhidharma was a precursor of chicken little.  

Is that why Eric feels called to harass me on a daily basis?  

Perhaps.  I should just shut up an follow zen.  

Well, Eric does not set a very good example.  

But, instead of being quiet, I tell fairy tales.  

The Buddha understood that our lives are full of distractions.  

How can we see through or beyond the distractions?  

The primary way is to meditate.  



(cont.......)

Meditation is just following the breath.

Then in one moment, you just realize in the silence.

Your life is a lucid meditation.

Everything you do can be done relaxed with total focus.

I just feel to be here with you Dan.

Yuh are my chance to practice my intuition.

But I have given you many chances to truly be rid of me, but you didn’t want to separate yet.

I grabbed your hand and I squeezed reeeaaaallll hard.

I have spent the last few years listening to my intuition and instincts.

When someone says or does something or an event occurs, I watch how I think and what I feel.

My intuition is what guides me to all my readings and studies.

It led me to the Underworld.

It led me to OMF.

I felt I HAD to email Jack and that was right on.

I’ve never written anyone in the world spontaneously until I emailed Jack Sarfatti.

I was very moved.

You have a choice to listen or not, I listen now almost always and son of bitch things are much better.

We can probably ALL do this, but we ignore it.

The more you listen, the more aware of this inner voice you become.

I know, sounds mystical, but it works.

When you read something or hear the politician what do you feel.

Well, I feel myself surrounded by lies.

I trust myself and I now trust myself how to know what to do in the moment.

It’s a different way of living.

I can feel animals and flowers and people.

My fish talk to me in a way.

My dogs communicate.

My flowers tell me when to water them.

It is like the craziest thing.

You can choose not to share or act on what yuh feel.

I have taken the initiative to share some things with some people recently and I shared a little of what I felt to share.

I can feel what to do and say.

It’s kinda amazin.

Something strange has been happening, people say I feel more calm and ok after talking to you.

I don’t give advice per say, I just know how and what to say and no fear about saying it. I listen, but this mode is about acting. It usually seems to fit.

It has made me think perhaps I still have not yet found my true vocation and I have to say considering that terrified me leaving my comfort zone I’ve gained through hard struggle.

But man, seeing someone make the connection and light up, there is nothing like it, nothing.

I can feel things about you Dan and others if I let things, personal, emotional things.

This is not a planet of peace or heaven, it’s a hell war planet.

Where better to learn of love?

Here things become their opposite.

Yuh have to take a stand with love to know it.

I just have a way of pointing them to what they already know.

I feel it is my responsibility to keep my ‘gift’ active and engaged.

Like Rudolph’s nose.

So I guess I’m kinda cheating.

I’m not aimless and lost.

I am connected to things.

I’m right where I should be.

I know it.

Yuh can’t sell or buy the peace that comes from that knowing.

I’d probably have died miserable by now if I had not let this flow.

None of how to do this is in any book.

Yuh learn it in the field

You make it up as you go and somehow it works.

One can always improve and should strive to be the best you can be.

Living this way, with no mission but awareness, life is self fulfilling.

Yuh aren’t troubled by the past or future because you are always here.

I demand your attention.

Here

Here

Here

If that annoys you, so be it, get over it

Bah

Best Possible (set) of all (possible) Worlds ...

Sean Carroll's Mindscape 75 | Max Tegmark on Reality, Simulation, and the Multiverse

Sean Carroll also has a video with Philip Goff on Panpsychism.   It is #71.  

In the SEP article on panpsychism is the following section...... https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/panpsychism/#MicrVersCosm  

This is turning usual panpsychism upside down......

The table’s atoms exist and are the way they are because the table exists and is the way it is; and all things ultimately exist and are the way they are because of certain facts about the universe as a whole. For the priority monist there is one and only one fundamental thing: the universe.

This is coming very close to the idea of the SWH/BPWH.



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And Roger Penrose (explanation of OR) ...