Thinking is how you know matter, not yourself.
Rudolf Steiner was one of the best thinkers who ever lived, but he was also very wrong.
Dan demonstrates the same kind of thinking.
Barfield was misled by Steiner and others.
For the meditator there can be no central figure.
Concentration is a narrowing.
“When a cuckoo goes crazy, it is God going crazy. Don't exclude, don't exclude him; you will be excluding God. Don't exclude anything; be inclusive. Concentration is a narrowing of consciousness; meditation is expansion: all doors are open, all windows are open, and you are not choosing. Then of course, when you don't choose you cannot be distracted. This is the beauty of meditation: a meditator cannot be distracted. And let that be the criterion: if you are distracted, know that you are doing concentration, not meditation. A dog starts barking -- a meditator is not distracted. He absorbs that too, he enjoys that too.”
Love the loons or you are a fraud left 🦶 a total complete inauthentic fraud.
Reject what comes and you are a fraud.
Yuh are the ego, judging and choosing.
So let’s be honest, your ego wants Disclosure.
With all your heart you want the tension resolved Dan.
Bless your little chick heart.
I think you are sincere.
Your ego wants eschatology.
Your ego wants an answer and resolution to the tension.
Goats are just smelly and don’t need answers.
Fat dudes are just fat, they have no answers.
No answer is an answer, like a zen koan.
To seek answers is to seek for your conditioned ego.
2000 years of thinking and it’s brought the earth to the edge of destruction.
So tell me how great our thoughts are.
But ‘no mind’ exposes being.
A Christian has to let their Christian mind go.
A Hindu, their Hindu mind.
A Buddhist, the Buddha mind.
We are easily captured by idols.
Those seeking disclosure or Eschatons, have a tension.
They seek to go somewhere they don’t realize is here now.
The tension has to be released by writing or speaking it.
The poet is not at peace.
They write poems to express the tension of resisting being.
To make the princess a central figure, is to be religious.
Buddha, Jesus, Christ, Princess, just states of being.
You can experience those states.
They aren’t special.
The split mind cannot realize or see beneath my words.
Yuh create a polarity and duality where there is none.
No, Steiner was wrong and right and an ego maniac, as are his followers.
He was a genius and narrow minded.
When you open up, you don’t find I, yuh find nothing, which is everything.
There is not a path, because a path or way is needed if your reality is far away from you.
Then it has to be joined by a path.
But my whole insistence is that your reality is available to you right now. It is just within you. A path is not needed to reach to it.
In fact, if you drop all paths, you will suddenly find yourself standing in it. The more you follow paths, the farther away you go from yourself.
Paths misguide, mislead, because you are already that which you are seeking.
So paths, nor portals, are needed accept to learn that there are no paths to anywhere that is not here.
Have you ever seen a portalless portal?
A portal is an oxymoron.
A portal is a cosmic joke.
Have you seen a gateless gate?
A gateless gate is a gate yuh never go through.
What is a pointless gate?
Pointless is a clue.
You will never have a thought that totally satisfies you.
Every thought is a tension, where there is none.
The mind and thinking make the body shameful and sinful, not the body.
You just arrive on cold mountain one day is all I can say.
You will leave not a rack behind.
If you don’t love the loon
You will seal your doom
If you don’t love the muppet
Forever will you be a puppet
In the end Prospero gives up his magic.
All magicians give up their illusory magic worlds in the end.
When the magician dies, so do their illusions.
Some dreams take awhile to fade away, but they all will.
Truly, when you know your goose is cooked, there is nothing to let go of.
Decay is your helper.
Nature has solved your life’s dilemmas.
You don’t have to let go, because there is nothing to hold onto.
This being human is a slippery business.
“Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.” —The Tempest (IV.i.148–158)
well my muppet friends.