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Re: biisuto
DIR By: guest89
Date: November 3, 2014, 4:47 pm
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The Path: let the leaves cover it over and rain wash it away. My
passage will leave its own wake, without will or effort and
water makes no record. Let it go. I will never, ever recommend
another try to follow this way... UGK said it well, that, “it’s
a movement”: paths are the grooves worn by mind. If somebody
else has travelled that way before then -virgin void it may’ve
been til they did- it has since been colonised by thought,
already terra cognita and certainly unsuitable as my own
jump-off place. A cliff edge painted on a stage floor.
A game board.
Turn inward; simply enquire, “What am I?” -then remember to stay
with the question- and the answer is as inevitable as the
unfolding of the day. Gratifyingly non-mystical; sometimes
cloying and muddy with thought, sometimes the cool dispassion of
being frenched by a snowman.
I saw our superficial variance as individuating, separating
factors, rather than the now more obvious obverse, facets of the
great pattern: the 7 Billion+ Names of God. Further.
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Re: biisuto
DIR By: guest89
Date: November 5, 2014, 8:49 pm
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I was another, adequately constructed character on
Halloween...and saw magnificently through that role that all
roles are the thinnest of skins scaffolded from within by
thoughts, words and inflated by nothing but moxy. There is no
‘real me,’ although habits wear a groove that makes certain
aspects of character appear more persistent than others.
Though we huddle together against fear and for companionship (in
that order), I am neither the sum total nor intersection of ‘my’
relationships. I am not this temporal tupperware for DNA’s
journey through time.
I am not the historical perspective cobbled together under ‘my’
umbrella. I’m not the sticky thoughts…although they are the
primary anchor points of the self construct.
The certainty of uncertainty has become strangely comforting. I
smile every time I remember it, yet also slightly shocked now
whenever I forget. This is fact and it’s de-colouring day-to-day
operations in a way that I can only describe as ‘clarifying’.
Like breathing cool mountain air.
I don’t need to do anything out there. My work is in here,
scraping away at this clingy crust.
By the way, worked out why it’s so big and dark and formless and
seems to be only peripherally visible: it’s because it fills
every square inch of the visible spectrum. The key was the
peripheral part, or rather the inverse…it’s not that the bulk of
it lurks only beyond the boundaries of sight and I’m glimpsing
only the leading edges, but that those glimpses correspond to
the ragged bits at the outside edge, where it disappears from
full frontal vision with my own perception. How clever of me, to
hide it in the open like that!
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Re: biisuto
DIR By: Jed McKenna
Date: November 6, 2014, 12:38 am
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Clever indeed.
Love ya, Jed.
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Re: biisuto
DIR By: guest89
Date: November 11, 2014, 8:01 pm
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Wow, I really am at war with myself here. Ego leaves no stone
unturned finding places to dig its heels in…that is a totally
false characterisation: it’s not desperate. At all. It has all
the resources of Maya at it’s disposal…it really is smarter than
I am and that scares the shit out of me whenever I find myself
being outflanked...
I’m really also seeing (more and more) clearly how much of this
existence is software-generated…file after file of 1s and 0s, an
infinite number of monkeys, tapping away at their sitcoms and
taking the whole story forward…when does this become useful
knowledge?
I can never win this game, Ego has the home ground advantage of
being of the same stuff as the arena… I made this? Drop, damn
you- DROP!!!
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Re: biisuto
DIR By: Jed McKenna
Date: November 11, 2014, 10:40 pm
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>:(
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Re: biisuto
DIR By: guest89
Date: November 16, 2014, 8:20 pm
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Self isn’t in the dream, it is the dream. Ego is both maze and
that which inhabits the maze. Rat, Skinner Box and Lab
Assistant, indivisible, faux-desperate by virtue of doublethink.
There is no exit, so one must strike through the walls, must
rend the mask in whatever form it appears.
But it’s not a maze if every wall faces beyond. It’s a dream
tunnel, the size of the universe; made of me, through the
vastness of nothing. I engineer the tunnel in every passing
moment, in every direction, at whatever scale required…or,
likely, I’m scripted to look in the direction it was engineered
before time began.
Locate the wall (hint: it’s not at the sensible limits, rather
it’s closer than my wallet, sooner than Monday morning) ... and
strike against it, whenever tired arm and bloody sword can be
brought to bear.
Only striking reveals glimpses of Terra Nullus; unknowable
without experiencing…the place without artefact; from which
there are no souvenirs.
Nobody lives unaffected by Life’s travails. But nobody need
fight anything to escape either. Nobody just brushes Maya aside,
for to Nobody alone is she inconsequential…Like Jessica Rabbit,
she’s not bad: she’s just drawn that way.
This is a simple puzzle. To see the solution requires a certain
viewpoint. Nobody has that viewpoint, so just unbecome
anybody…let go of the little shell. Abandon conquered lands,
scuttle the invasion fleet.
There are no borders. I am Limitless. I am all, by being
nothing.
Further.
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Re: biisuto
DIR By: guest89
Date: November 18, 2014, 10:02 am
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Water is imperceptible to fish...consciousness is like that.
Dark matter eludes us…yet it is the very proof of Me... just as
the eye cannot see itself...I am the wind: nothing without
something upon which to impact, otherwise causeless and
imperceptible…a dream.
And to experience myself as wind I need to first dream then
immerse myself in phenomenon... living, burning dust, to swirl
through cosmos… to experience the things I made at play, see
them combine and layer to form ever more complex and convoluted
sub-plots, observe them forming tiny nodes of intense
consciousness that then awaken to themselves: alone and
frightened because they have eyes to see objects but not the
womb of space that birthed them; ears to hear but cannot detect
sound's vessel of silence; minds to create then paint pictures
with time, yet cannot conceive of the canvas of eternity.
I crafted a universe from infinity, that does not- could not-
exist without the dancing patterns of organic energy I manifest
in this dream, imprinting raw energy with intelligence, as the
ink with which to pen the story of every-thing and my journey
back to the Truth of What I am.
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Re: biisuto
DIR By: Jed McKenna
Date: November 18, 2014, 10:23 am
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Could be... create and forget, create and forget, create and
forget, now I forgot what my point was.
Love ya, Jed.
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Re: biisuto
DIR By: guest89
Date: November 18, 2014, 11:09 am
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I think it's important to keep moving, so create and forget
seems like good advice.
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Re: biisuto
DIR By: guest89
Date: November 24, 2014, 8:19 pm
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Words aren’t it. They don’t even point at it. Waiting for the
words is wrong navigation. The first syllable is the beachhead
of a new lie.
This isn’t going anywhere. As UGK said, “there’s no oasis over
yonder” and I'm stuck with the mirage.
There’s not one question and all attempts to find one keep
ending up with the scrapings from the inside of this skull - of
no nutritional value.
How do I drop a tarbaby? Be as I am. Be nothing.
Jed, you say that solutions are never at the same level as the
problem. My take away is that there’s no point in sorting thru
my s h i t - with the proviso that focus is on dissolving the
structure about which s h i t accretes. Does that make sense?
There’s no point in understanding a self that doesn’t exist,
ie., is merely an element of a dream, right?
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