Livin Your Best Life

First topic message reminder :

“Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”

—Robert Frost

smelly da goat wrote:

Cringe

smelly da goat wrote:

Double cringe

2000 bucks a pop for this BS

What a scam

Better to sit around the fire with a smelly goat or a chick or the one they call Princess

I’d even take a left foot

This dude is missing a vital element, exposing the inner rascal

Hiding his inner smell

But then he wouldn’t sell his empty words for 2k a pop to muppets looking for answers

aaron wrote:

smelly da goat wrote:

Double cringe

2000 bucks a pop for this BS

What a scam

Better to sit around the fire with a smelly goat or a chick or the one they call Princess

I’d even take a left foot

This dude is missing a vital element, exposing the inner scoundrel

Hiding his inner smell

But then he wouldn’t sell his empty words for 2k a pop to muppets looking for answers

Yah, he’s a good scammer.

The muppets love to believe.

XVII

Sitting alone by folded rocks,
Mist swirling even at noon,
Here, inside my room, it’s dark.
Mind is bright, clear of sound.
Through the shining gate in dream.
Back by the stone bridge, mind returns.
Where now the things that troubled me?
Wind-blown gourd rattling in the tree.

—Cold Mountain

It happens

Selling rotting fruit in the marketplace to the hungry

Nice to see there are plenty in the comments on that video that see right through the BS

What a fake



A little pinch of salt goes a long way for the bland and pretend

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.

I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”

—Rumi

Very good

Just an observation, Dan is dreaming.

And so are we.

His Disclosure Princess mythology is his dream.

He doesn’t accept he’s dreaming apparently.

Time is an appearance as is meaning within it.

You can’t get close to this.

You are here.

This just is.

This is unconditional.

The mind tries to work it all out.

There is nothing happening but this.

There is no seeker.

There is nothing that has awakened.

This does this.

There is no one playing a game.

There is no game.

All the lefties and righties are just dreaming.

Nothing being everything.

Your preferences are dreams.

You are dreaming yourself.

The dreamer fears loss of that which it always is.

No/thing.

Consciousness can only survive in the dream.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give thee, the more I have, for both are infinite," wrote William Shakespeare in Romeo & Juliet.

Speech: “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow”

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
(from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”

“A Dream Within a Dream”

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

Dan is a dream character dreaming about dream characters.

As a self proclaimed immaterialist in dream land, it would seem that in fact Dan does accept the notion that he is dreaming.

....

But does he reaaaalllly?

Don’t know.

What would indicate that one has accepted the fact that they are dreaming?

Maybe the end of missions.

Someday we will all die and our missions will die with us.

Until then, party on?

Or just chill out on Cold Mountain watching clouds and picking wild berries.

There are many ways to enjoy the passage of time.

To each their own until not.

One thing is certain, at least the old man is a loon, not a crook.

I’ll take a loon for company over a crook any day.

In my opinion, to insist on a certain narrative, is to clearly be dreaming.

No one’s narrative is real, not a single one.

The chicken scratches in the back corner of the garden are amusing.

Can’t make much out of them.

In the end, we are all just scratching in the dirt.

Yep

The ego is essential.

You have to have a thing before you give up a thing.

Ego is our little ship to experience the world.

Don’t give it up until the ride is over.

These folks saying give up your ego are silly pretenders.

Why throw your flashlight away?

Why live in total darkness?

You can’t really merge with anything but yourself.

How can you talk about identity when we swim in a sea of forces?

We are here, but dreaming being this little ship of me.

How did we come to feeling separate?

Everything topsy turvy.

We are like a torus.

In the inner world are we all connected?

Seems so to me.

Neat trick.

If your dreams are messages from your Will, perhaps this shared dream is a message from ourselves.

This is who you are in time.

The classic word for the deeper self is monad.

Each spark of the same substance has its own journey through time?

There isn’t an answer really.

There is just fading away.

We can get better telling the real from illusion/delusion.

The forces provide the script.

I really feel sorry for eschatologists.

Tortured souls really.

Yes, Princess , please torture me some more……..

dan wrote:Yes, Princess , please torture me some more……..

Closet masochists.

XX

I’m used to living in some hidden,
shaded, mountain place,
but once in a while I walk straight
into the Kuo-ch’ing Temple,
and sometimes I pay a call on old Feng Kan, or go to see that honorable sir, Shih Te, the foundling.
But then I come home, alone, to my cold cliff. No one’s talk makes perfect harmony with mine.
I search a stream that has no source.
The spring dried up, but the stream water’s still
flowing.

—Cold Mountain

Sophia, co-redeemer of the creation.

The saturating divinizing light.

The cosmos astral fire.

She is the heat pumping astral volatility into the helpless material.

She channels the imagination of god.

So some say.

Words that could never capture reality.

She imposes logos on the chaotic matter.

Pain and suffering are born from this friction.

She brings the matter into consciousness.

Anima Mundi.

I have grown closer to this force.

I know she is real, at least to us ghosts.

She has been hard on me, but gentle after the struggle.

I feel her very close now.

Weaver of the web of life.

I say thank you for the pain and suffering.

Thank you for evolution.

I can die knowing I stand at the intersection of three septenaries.

If matter is illusion, then so is death.

I turn my head away from the visions many times these days.

They are too much most of the time to handle.

I’m quiet now mostly.

I stand connected to being and beyond all muppet systems now.

I sit at the feet of Goddess.

And she is awesome to behold.

I can see her now.

Unspeakable beauty and terror.

What a woman!

A part of her is in my wife and my wife is a fearsome beauty on her own.

She is sensitive and weak at times and needs my strength, as I need hers.

My wife has taught me how to truly be a man.

To put away my silly childish egoic desires.

To be a standard bearer.

She doesn’t let me get away with much.

She pushes me.

This is the living embodiment of Sophia.

What more proof do I need?

Delilah can no longer woo me.

The temporary pleasure and excitement of the hunt and bedding of a woman is nothing compared to the awesome fire of the goddess.

Still, one must be vigilant against the left and right illusions tempting us away from our hearts.

To know the love at the center, burns away all pretenders.

I study at her feet.

I commune with the virgin of the world.

This attracts her to me, she brings the moist light.

This I see now is a process of being angelicized.

She has led me back to my true nature, my raw will.

I was so filled with her light, it came out of every pore and the world had to turn its eyes away.

I was blinded.

She showed me the door to Eden that opened within my heart.

I was a fool to resist.

I don’t want to resist it ever gain.

I want to be totally entwined within it.

There is hope for all.

We can reach her from wherever we stand, at our lowest or greatest.

She reflects god now I see.

Thunder Perfect Mind

She exists at the center of all extremes.

She has collapsed all opposites within and made me androgynous.

Look how the world resists the collapse of the opposites.

There is no escape really.

She is the inspiration of every poem.

She has been the model for every work of art.

She is hidden under shadow at times, but she is in everything.

I understand now why humans have been so filled with her renewing creative fire.

She is one hot momma!

There is no mage who has not found this.

And any seeking their own power are blinded to her light.

She calls you to the spiritual life of the holy fool.

She is the coincidentia oppositorum.

Once gobsmacked, you can only fall to your knees as you are ripped open by her spontaneous gnosis, which rends all veils instantly.

She transcends all time and evolution and psychological history.

She brings awareness and knowledge of wholeness.

She brings vitality into us.

There is no fear here.

Here is where we awaken to the monad.

In this space, she makes a bridge.

The field of living light that brings all fire into our bodies and moves us.

Humbling and awesome to see your place in it.

It does not want to eat you.

It wants you to rise as a star into the sky.

Let the trumpets and religious and nihilists and all other materialists try drinking from her stream.

ZAP!

Instant healing, buzzing energy.

She has shown me my prime motive, my reason for being here now.

All the opposites of your life can merge into a beautiful musical unbreakable cord.

She collects these up.

I know now she has always been that soft push and gentle voice.

I saw her as a monster initially in my mother and ran from her.

I saw her beautiful light bent by mental muppet insanity.

Death is a gift.

We do not want to be locked in the opposites of a transhuman hell.

Death is the portal out, when the time comes.

“I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.”

—Atticus

On radicalism Jordan and Krishnamurti and I are in agreement.

God is a thought, an idea.

A pointer to something beyond thought and words.

Beyond categories of being and non-being.

To talk about it is to get it wrong.

Any god that is not transparent to transcendence is like an idolatry so Joseph Campbell said.

So we use poetic language to speak about the unspeakable.

If you don’t know poetry, you don’t know anything.

All my speaking about the mystery is poetry.

But we participate with god in the here and now and touch that eternal principal in ourselves.

The divine nothingness.

Atheists and mystics believe in Nothing.

But the mystics believe in a capitalized Nothing.

If you can Not yourself in an instant, you will see all of it.

Not externally found, but the sense of it within.

All our senses point to this perhaps.

So the rest are worshiping idolized thoughts or embracing nothing, small nothing.

Worshipping a race or a politician or a personality is absolutely not the way.

But seeing through all illusions, one can be any kind of anything in culture and maintain the mystery.

It is the negative Antigod the lost are participating with.

It’s ok to be lost.

I’m sorry they are confused.

But that’s part of the journey.

You have to get lost in this first.

The more sure someone is of something, the more fearful.

This includes Dan and friends.

You can only empty yourself to glimpse this.

They absolutely have no inside information beyond this, absolutely nothing.

They are lying about their prophecies.

Total utter lies.

I am Nothing and so are you, capital Nothing.

If they knew this, they would be demonstrating not knowing.

Reason leads to mystery.

You can’t penetrate the mystery.

Only glimpse it in yourself.

So we can’t really talk about the center of our being.

This drives some crazy and to incredible anger.

It makes us insane or it brings peace.

I have experienced both and peace is better.

Peace in not being able to explain it.

God knows I tried.

This is a journey of unlearning all the thoughts and books and words.

All false images ultimately.

Then you can smile like you mean it.

God could not have incarnated in Jesus anymore than it can in you.

It simply is what you are.

This is what it is.

WOW 🤩

So now that I have shown all Dan and all others predict is a lie and/or misunderstanding, I have written my last poem about Nothing on OMF.

I wish Dan and friends happy travels with the mystery.

Don’t believe a single word he or they say about the future or god.

Not one word.

Take nothing as more than poetry.

Know Nothing in yourself.

Have fun muppets.

Have a wonderful death!

Peace