Livin Your Best Life

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“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

After diving into the ocean, does it matter if you believe in water?

And dive you can to the bottom of all of this.

There is a crisis of heart in the west.

It will surge.

The monotheists have forgotten.

God needs no spokesman.

I don’t believe in god.

I know love.

No belief required.

I am unaffiliated.

Free man.

Superficial definitions just won’t due.

We are students and beneficiaries of all religions and enslaved by none.

We have no govt.

We have no authority.

This is our world.

We burned your prophecies and smoked them.

No book will bring you one step closer to this.

You don’t know what I mean, that’s fine.

I’ll give you a hint…

Die before you die.

This is what the sufis do, so impatient.

Annihilate yourself instead of seeking the worlds annihilation and you will see.

You can’t be reborn until you are willing to die.

That ole time religion is gone.

The free inherit the earth.

Yep, I’m much much smarter than you.

So says a psychedelic prophet.

I dare you muppet cowards to taste a drop of this dew.

Your fear prevents you from dying.

That was the goal of the Vegas shooter.

That is left 🦶 goal too.

But beyond fear is magically delicious.

You can’t touch this.

I dare you to go through my portal.

Pretenders.

Muppets.

Only few will.

But not you I guess.

I am the one on the ball.

Not you.

Until you do die, I’ll be here to taunt you.

The oldest religion on earth has no name or anything written.

And there is only one way in.

Die before you die.

Or you are just another muppet heading to your grave.

If you come to Eleusis, look me up on cold mountain.

If you come to Eleusis, you will never die.

Pretty cool book.

The Immortality Key

https://www.amazon.com/Immortality-Key-Secret-History-Religion/dp/B082VML6YX/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?crid=R8UGISCCQN7K&keywords=immortality+key&qid=1638991879&sprefix=immortality+key%2Caps%2C120&sr=8-1

Just finishing it.

I think he nailed it.

I would guess that mkultra program has greatly expanded and evolved.

The elite have always had access to psycadelics.

They love doing drugs in our time, I’m sure they did in ancient history.

We are a horny people and love to get drunk and high.

Drugs and sex and religion have always gone together.

400-500 AD the Christians burned all the old religions.

Just like we saw the Muslim extremists do.

This book immortality key probably is CIA influenced.

CIA also has several cryptocurrency projects under way.

They are always social engineering.

Such is the world we live in, shrug.

So what?

You have access to the mysteries!

Make the most of your access.

They can’t touch you or stop you.

The veil is thin.

“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

--Charles Bukowski

Diogenes was asked where he came from, he answered: 'I am a citizen of the world (kosmopolitês).’

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Wise men may be free of greed,
But not the £001, who loves to dig for gold.
His fields encroach on his neighbors' landsi
And the bamboo grove? "This is all mine!"
See him;dbow his way in search of money,
Gnash his teeth and drive his horses and slaves.
Look there, beyond the city gates,
How many grave mounds under the pines!

—Cold Mountain

Be a hero or not.

As you like.

There's some stuff in Ferguson's book, which I think is mostly sourced from the "Transmission of the Lamp".

Foyan Qingyuan (1067–1120) was a disciple of Wuzu Fayan. He came from the city of Linqiong (near the modern city of Chengdu in Sichuan Province). He is one of three illustrious students of Wuzu Fayan who were known as the "three buddhas."

At the young age of fourteen, Foyan accepted the Buddhist precepts. He then proceeded to study the Buddhist scriptures and practice the tenets of the Vinaya. In the Lotus Sutra, he read a passage that said, "It is the Dharma that cannot be discerned by thinking that can be attained." He asked his Vinaya teacher for an explanation of the passage, but received no answer. Foyan sighed and said, "Doctrinal study can't resolve the great matter of life and death."

(A common theme in these stories: the master-to-be starts out interested in some kind of doctrinal Buddhism, but becomes disillusioned and goes to search for a Zen Master.)

Foyan "traveled south" and began study at the dharma seat of a Zen Master named Taiping Yan of Shuzhou. One day as he was begging for alms in Luzhou during a rainstorm, Foyan slipped and fell to the ground. In the midst of this predicament he overheard two men arguing fiercely nearby. One of them said, "You're still defiling yourself!" At these words Foyan had an insight. He returned to the temple to question Master Yan about it, but Yan would only say, "I'm not you. You can do it yourself," or "I don't understand. I can't compare to you." This merely increased Foyan's uncertainty, so he went to the head monk, named Yuan Li, and tried to pose his question.

Yuan Li grabbed Foyan's ear and pulled him in a circle around the stove, saying, "You already understand!"

Foyan demanded, "I wanted you to help me. Why are you playing a game?"

Yuan Li said, "Later you'll be enlightened, and then you'll know why today's song bends your ears."

Then this nice story:

One cold night as he sat up alone, Foyan poked deep in the ashes of a dwindled fire and saw the embers flare up. He suddenly exclaimed, "Poke deeply and you'll find it. Life is like this!"

Foyan then picked up and read some lamp records about a former teacher. Suddenly he "penetrated the bottom of the stove." He then composed a verse:

In the forest of knives a bird sings out.
Wrapped in a cloak and sitting up late,
Poking the fire and awakening to ordinary life,
The great gods are overturned and smashed.
In the glistening world are the self-deluded.
Who will sing a colorless song?
Realized once, it is not forgotten.
The gate is open, but few pass through it.

Instant Zen, a fav.

https://www.amazon.com/Instant-Zen-Waking-Up-Present/dp/1556431937

We do not have an ecological crisis, we have something in us broken, taking advantage of nature.

We are not a smart species.

We are children with the tech of the gods.

We are bound to destroy earth and nature and ourselves most likely.

There is something broken inside us.

We can’t see it.

We war over politics, have tech ready to destroy earth with nukes or tech.

In the 20th century we thought it could take 50, 100, 200 years to kill our earth.

Tech isn’t going to save us.

But didn’t nature make us?

Did it?

It made our body, but more and more it seems consciousness is unnatural to me.

We have to master it and find a way around ourselves.

Another perspective, as Einstein thought, we have no free will and things are superdetermined.

This solves the spooky problem.

Others argue if this were so, there would be no science or philosophy or thought if predetermined.

We can’t see the hidden variables maybe is all.

Well, I guess I’m agnostic on superdeterminism.

Thought is irrational and incoherent mostly.

We are driven by pain and our nerves.  

People are stupid, incredibly stupid.

Just 2000 years ago during Roman times, if you read the graffiti, we just fucked and shit everywhere.

Not much has changed.



Is any of this a problem?

If things are predetermined, relax.

If things are not determined, relax.

Problem solved.

Shall we just stay in bed then?

Have a sleep in to save the earth?

Not a terrible idea John Lennon.

Getting over yourself is a revelation.

Just relax and don’t let outward circumstances or thought disturb you.

Take responsibility for your life and impact on nature and things work out.

It is very clear how to live and what to do when you relax.

Self awarensss brings an amazing compassion and empathy also.

Not despair.

If the self is an image, what can die?

We drink and do drugs because we know we are destroying our world and ourselves and feel helpless, but can’t stop it.

Maybe we are resisting the predetermined.

This would be futile if things are determined.

This malaise is toxic to nature.

It’s like an inky black contagion in our minds.

A human being doesn’t war with others really, they war within themselves.

The right and left brain are at war.

Or does it just seem so to ourselves.

There is no war, there is just this.

We can’t see it all or know it all.

I feel like I am now sitting at a table with god.

We are playing poker, but is god cheating?

It seems not knowing is causing us to destroy everything.

Is this a bug?

Is this god’s ultimate dilemma?

Could an eternal force beyond time have any dilemmas?

Peace and acceptance is best.

This is a radical perspective.



The stream of consciousness is the maker of all our thought and these images.

It manifests in people when born.

To be trapped in these images seems to create a deep sorrow in us.

We can’t get beyond our fundamental ignorance.

Zen and stoicism and alchemy are some of the best ways I have found to address this sorrow.

They help one counter the irrational.

We can have compassion because we have known sorrow and peace and know peace is best.

I see all this division, part of it feels natural, just people fighting over limited resources.

Like all of nature.

It hurts and causes fear of not having.

But this fear is what has caused us to horde and have too much.

I do not enjoy conflict.

I do not like arguing.

I live a normal life and also experience fear, anxiety, love, all of it.

But I crossed a stream.

I stand in the other side of all this.

The image maker has died.

And I have lost this deep sorrow I remember feeling.

I begin to lose touch with the world of sorrow somehow.

But I am here on OMF among folks filled with sorrow.

We do not speak the same language.

This is true in the world as well.

Sorrow is an illusion in a way, as is our world.

Death seems a great source of sorrow, but I think this is misunderstanding.

The end of the war inside ourselves, ignites us.

This is the great mystery.

Cross posting this from dans BPW thread in case he deletes it.

He is a muppet ignorant of the mystery.

But I persist.

We are before and beyond images.

…

I talk about the end of self, the end of ignorance, dying before yuh die.

That is the ultimate portal.

This is why I do not talk and obsess about the circumstances of the world.

I found a sun in the middle of mind.

A black sun.

So much had to be stripped away to touch it and get close to it.

This act of dying, penetrates the sorrow of the images.

This is what Jesus meant.

He was speaking about the sorrow of the images and redeemed himself from these.

He did not save us, he provided an example.

Only you can redeem yourself, which is no self

Free of the self, life is very different, sacred.

Every act is sacred.

No savior can save you, no.

No prophecy will tell you what this means.

When you die physically, you are nothing as far as we can know.

The end of self, is before the end of the world.

This leads to the end of the power of image.

When you die, so do the images.

Dan has never understood we are talking about the same thing in different ways.

Or perhaps he does and this is why he humors me.

I could care less what the ignorant do, but I feel compassion for them, as I was also living in that ignorance.

This is one reason I write.

There is something beyond compassion that is sacred.

To find freedom from the images is a revelation, heaven, nirvana.

The world of images is literally hell.

Hell is often beautiful, but even that beauty is a lie.

The ufo nuts just can’t penetrate the images.

When they do, they will no longer care about lights in the sky.

They will become one.

There is nothing better to do than penetrate your ignorance.

Perpetuating ignorance is a waste of time.

It is harder for someone who worships images to die before they die than a camel going through the eye of a needle.

Shrug.

Straight on.

To pierce the self, is to pierce the images of the self.

It all unravels after that.

The whole house of cards falls.

This is the source of the great laugh!

The great chuckle.

Ha!

Much ado about nothing.

clear your mind
heal your heart
meet silence
abandon yourself
face your shit
stick around
write some poetry
feel the flow
enjoy the glow

God is God only so far as he knows himself. His self-knowledge is, further, a self-consciousness in man and man’s knowledge of God, which proceeds to man’s self-knowledge in God.

— Hegel, Encyclopedia of the Philosophical Sciences

'The Platonic doctrine of Ideas has been, in all ages, the derision of the vulgar, and the admiration of the wife. Indeed, if we consider that ideas are the most sublime objects of speculation, and that their nature is no less bright in itself, than difficult to investigate, this opposition in the conduct of mankind will be natural and necessary; for, from our connection with a material nature, our intellectual eye, previous to the irradiations of science, is as ill adapted to objects the most splendid of all, "as the eyes of bats to the light of day."'

— Proclus' Theological Elements

When your life is said and done, it won’t matter anymore what the meaning of it was.

You lived it.

One day I will look back and say if I am fortunate, I had a fine life.

Filled with wonders and doubt and fear and courage and love.

I spilled ink on the paper.

I made my mark.

Kindness and compassion are the best things in us.

Pray they do not die in thee.

For surely then, you are dead to love.

The worst tragedy a human being can experience.

When no one is looking, can you look at yourself in the mirror?

Did you hurt others?

Surely.

Did you make the best amends you could, hopefully.

Did you find your passion in life?

At the moment of your death, all the passions will be silenced.

No one will ever know when you hit your stride, if you did.

Your life will flash before you.

May it not be an ugly sad ending to your story.

May you have learned as Scrooge did, give all the love you can.

Don’t live with regret.

Don’t hurt those you love and love you.

Do better now.

I must say about life, it surprises me everyday.

The joy grows deeper now every moment.

As the world appears to be unraveling, it isn’t here.

Things just work out for the best.

It just doesn’t matter what’s happening out there.

Here, in the middle of life, one finds a peace that surpasses understanding.

I look back on the birth of love within me.

I smile and I am thankful to have known life up and down.

It seems to be raining pennies from heaven.

As the loons rage against those they hate, one can experience peace beyond all understanding.

They cannot see Christ at all hating the other.

Life is inspiring and calls one up and out of their doubt and fear.

Sometimes you can see that hand from nowhere reaching out to you.

Take it.

Offer that hand to the other, and you will realize what love is.

Hold that hand offered to you long enough until you are steady on your feet.

And then run!

Run like the wind

Run as far as you can and don’t look back.

And then maybe at the end, nothing will be left to regret.

And the voice said…

There is light in us
Dim it may be
I know it’s eternal
There is darkness in us
It appears to eat the light
But light can’t die
You can cover the light
But it is always there
Light knows light
Light is life
Light is forever
Stay close to the light
When you travel in dark lands
It knows your knowing
It whispers in your ear
It tickles your ass
It licks your mind
It sticks its tongue in your ear
Kinky













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Well that was a whole lotta nuthin, I want my money back!

Yep, a whole lotta nuthin.

When no one stands with you, you shine the brightest.



Carry the light in the darknezz.

All of you are priceless gems
aboard a rotting ship at sea
in front the mast is gone
in back there is no rudder
heading wherever the wind may blow moving with the waves
how will you reach shore
don’t just sit there stiff
-Cold