Buddha-jguy

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I’m attempting to start a new thread 🧵.......

The previous attempt.....  the ‘Bj-Gz’ thread.... can no longer be posted to, for some unknown reason...... only the existing posts can be edited.

Perhaps this was a cosmic glitch...... called stop the press.... while we consider the following possible flaw in the BPWH......

So you believe that princess is the "Guardian of the Threshold" right?

So she decides who and what to let through the portal?

Whatever the case may be, this is part of your meta-narrative ... others have their own.

I find yours very interesting though.

Dan wrote:The chick may or may not be the trigger, but those of us, here, have front row seats.

So what will you do to "trigger" off Armageddon?

Or are you saying that your very existence in physical form is in itself the trigger for an end times event?

99,

I like that......... Guardian of the Threshold.  

If the Small World is in the right ballpark, then, in the chick , we do have a candidate for the Truth incarnate.  

It needn’t go into my head.  

The only place it needs to go is into the history books .

Armageddon.......?

Haven’t we had enough world wars?  

Do we really need a World War III?

Let’s not, and say we did.

The Princess thinks we need a global cleansing prior to the opening of the portals.

Perhaps........ then let the cleansing be a dose of the Truth.



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We all have our narratives.

Silly little stories.

The story ends...when you close the book.

Dan’s metanarrative is ridiculous of course and absurd in every way denying the reality of life and death.

His is a fairytale.

He is crazy after all.

That is not interesting, it’s a waste.

As there is absolutely no central authority, there is no gate or gatekeeper.

There are no portals or need for them.

There is no one who knows life better than you.

If any entity tried to assert itself over me, it can eat me or I will dice it up.

Jesus was nailed alright, right to the tree.

You know I always give it to you straight chickie baby.

I’m not lying to myself.

And I certainly can’t be fooled by the delusions of others.

Dan,

We are within WW3 right now.
The technocrats have the technology to create a new world order of experts and scientists running the whole planet.
And the virus is the trojan horse been utilised to bring in mandatory vaccines with their sick human altering content.

Is this YOUR gods plan?????

A robot like slave population???/

COMPLY, or be exterminated.

Nazi's on steroids.

They are off their rockers, total lunatics who think they are gods, and know best, they are bonkers.

Hobbit, ready to rock and roll.

Yes, drama lovers ,

Chivo is my favorite iconoclast.......

But, yes, it was the jguy who nailed God......... big time.  

The xians are still in the process of figuring it out.  


99,

Don’t we need a fake vaccine for a fake virus 🦠?  

Human altering?  

Hmmm..........

Is someone trying to alter the cosmic Soul...... the I Am?

Well........ good luck with that!  



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There is one thing to do when all are losing their minds...

STAND FAST

El Chivo wrote:There is one thing to do when all are losing their minds...

STAND FAST

IF.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46473/if---
Hobbit

Chivo,

If there’s one thing the I Am knows how to do, I think , it might be to stand fast...... or slow, for that matter.


I guess I can apologize to the Princess for having foisted the foot upon her.  But, don’t you know, she is a good sport.  

And the foot is pretty good with the foot massage.  

Certainly, 3.5 shares some of that blame....... surely there is enough to go around.  

And, next time, foot will be smart enough not to pull THAT lever!  


2100........

Chivo,

Wittgenstein is simply asking why there is something..... rather than nothing.  

Others point out that a universe without observers is a big nothing burger .  

But what is an observer?  

If all the observers of a universe die out....... what are we left with...... ?

An observer must have access to an Akashic record book .  

Is a mere sentient or mechanical observer so endowed?

Who is qualified to say....... I Am.... and make it stick?  

Has it stuck?  How can we know?

That we are able to entertain ourselves endlessly with such questions is an ontological state of affairs of some note.

There may be no state of affairs of any greater note.



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I am reading Time of the Magicians.

Just released today in fact.

https://www.amazon.com/Time-Magicians-Wittgenstein-Reinvented-Philosophy/dp/0525559663

I found a few mystical threads in philosophy I was studying. Heidegger lifted his nothing from the east. Wittgenstein though is something. A mystic maybe. One of those scary geniuses.

Trump recently claimed he had magical authority and could do anything he wants.

The recent ex-staffer from homeland security said this yesterday.

No, he doesn’t.

No more or less than you or I.

Relevant to consider this mystical topic now.

From another thread I was following...

“In Varieties of Religious Experience, still the best scholarly treatment of mysticism, William James notes that during a mystical experience you feel as though you are encountering absolute truth, the ground of being, God. These revelations are laden with spiritual significance and accompanied by intense emotions. You often feel a sense of blissful timelessness and oneness with everything (although the experience can also be hellish).

The knowledge imparted by the vision seems to transcend philosophy, science and reason itself. James calls mystical experiences ineffable, which means that they cannot be expressed in ordinary language. The author of the mystical ancient Chinese text Tao Te Ching expressed this idea when he wrote, “Those who know do not speak. Those who speak do not know.” The author violates the rule in stating it.

The Tao Te Ching and other mystical tracts seethe with these sorts of Godelian, “this-sentence-is-false” paradoxes, and so does Tractatus. Wittgenstein writes, “Not how the world is the mystical, but that it is.”

He elaborates: “We feel that even if all possible scientific questions be answered, the problems of life have still not been touched at all. Of course there is then no question left, and just this is the answer. The solution of the problem of life is seen in the vanishing of the problem.” Even when the world has been thoroughly explained by science, Wittgenstein seems to be saying, it hasn’t really been explained at all. The answer to the riddle of life is that there is no answer.“

This is the stream under all of this.

Not tic tacs, ha.

What more could you disclose 99 than the ineffable?

Can y’all feel it?!

I do love that poem hobbit.

I’m stickin with this ineffable feeling.

I’m satisfied by the answer, there is no question or problem and thus, no answer.

There is just this and it is what it is.

Dan,

Very interesting comments in relation to the Observer.

Love to hear you elaborate on this

Are you suggesting that the Akashic access is needed and therefore ties to the Anthropic Principal?

As such, this would be a large aspect of what sets Sapient and Sentient apart? Yes?

Hobbit,

'Firm' choice on the Poetry front.  

Chivo,

I’m inclined to make that my next book......... thanks.......


Scott,

It does seem that sentience is bounded by the senses..... informed by instincts.  

Sapience, almost by definition, knows no bounds.  

Only we can know awe....... the mysterium tremendum....... the numinous....... fascination....... the Abyss..... the dark night of the soul.......

What is an observation....... whatever collapses your wave function.....

In a relational world, what is most real is what is most connected.

Love is the connector par excellence. Hate disconnects.



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Only we can know awe.......

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Dan,

Awe is a great word.. when I try it on for size it feels like it fits a bit like 'ineffable'

Does that put you and El Chivo on the same page??

I thought you would like the book Dan, because the ineffable somehow is speaking through it and you and I are drawn to that like moths.

Because we suspect the falseness of our minds meaning created from abstractions.

Because we meet here at the same stream and all streams flow through here.

Pretty cool, huh.

The water just bubbles and flows.

The religious have claimed mystical experience and there they meet the occult ones and have magickal battles.

One can penetrate deeply into this and let this penetrate you and from this, the perennial philosophy flows.

Here, madness is always a danger.

But you just ain’t doing Human right, unless you are half deranged.

The Gods/Mystical can speak with the half crazy.

They teach a philosophy that must be lived and felt.

I have a new phrase for it, all my own, The Philosophy of Whispers.

All true Philosophy is dead in the hands of the analytic, same for poetry.

Is this ineffable God?

You couldn’t really speak about it if it was, absolutely no one would understand you but the ones who also passed this way.

This is the land of the ecstatic.

UG Krishnamurti would be very cynical of Wittgenstein and any ecstatic, and well he should be.

Let us not use such ancient misunderstood words such as God.

Let’s put that word away.

Can we stand naked in what is?

That’s the question.

When you meet the devil, you just fart and roll over, no need to speak with it and let it twist you up.

That’s whisper philosophy.

Before I forget... for your next c. of coffee, put a really, really really light partial sprinkle, which is a lot less than a smidgen, of Chinese 5 Spice Powder in your coffee and see how you like it.

The Philosophy of Whispers...

The reality of the fart.

Best to think all your words just flatulence in space.

No words have power like that smell!

The dead speak through whispers.

Will check out that book Chivo... thanks for the suggestion. Looks interesting.

PS... my coffee suggestion is worth a try. Seriously.

Thanks for the book recommendation El Chivo

99,

Thanks for the Coffee tip.. I don't drink a lot of coffee but will maybe get the powder and give it a try

I am just whispering here...ignore me.

Any sure position I have rejected and left behind.

I know the source of whispers is PARADOX/HETERODOX not ORTHODOX

Now, I only meet and know the madness of being.

This is why fools expose their naughty bits for a laugh.

Or sing mocking songs.

Why heroes are brought low and the repugnant is lifted up.

This is the source of my smile.

A smile filled with sadness and bliss.

Can’t have one without the other.

These are the strange whispers that come to one.

What is this whisper that drives us mad?

Maybe St. Matthew and the Angel know?

Sweet nothings or divine truth?

What’s the difference?

y.w. Cuan!

Pink Slip for the Chicken, not the type that goes with a Car, the Chicken is no longer needed, in order to raise the Bar. Pink Slip for the Chicken, he has received one Before, but with this Pink Slip the Chicken can no longer Disclose the Door.

It occurs to me whispers are a form of seduction.

Divine seduction?

Or are the devils whispering in our ears?

Excellent conversation. Very lucid and I feel like I'm snapping back to the realm/mentality this sub-forum presents.

Nuf said but just thought I'd mention this.

On second thought, please disregard my last post. thanks

Daruma taught that the Buddha’s doctrine should be transmitted from mind to mind, by directly pointing at the heart of a man so that he would see his nature and attain his own.

What ineffable nonsense did Bodhidharma mean?

Paintings whisper and so do poems.

“Listening to the Pines Study“



“I hear there is a man of high virtue in the realm of the west, who lives at Nanmei;

High above the hut soar tall pine trees, offering their green canopies;

A lamp casting spots of light behind the tiny window must indeed make me long to get there.

Sounds of the wind blend with the reading voice all night long.

Trek, trek up the precarious path, the road through the mountains goes on and on;

The hermit’s abode between the moss-covered cliff and the deep green stream;

Hermitage, after all, is no more than a trifling way of life;

Whispers of pine trees may lure you on, but don’t let leisure turn into lethargy.“

A clue, the whispers are like the sirens.

The oracles draw us deep under water.

Why would they want to lure us into the lethargy of deep?

Or are they showing us the sleep of death?

Like drifting down into the deep darkness of the deepest ocean.

Other whispers seem to raise us to the stars.

Somehow we live in the middle.

I understand maybe why humanity gave up this way of knowing nature.

Why only a few bore the burden of the heights and the deep.

In a way orthodoxy came into being as a response to the whispers.

You entered that realm through the arts and/or ecstasy.