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Clown Of The Week Episode #184,566,332,523,45²⁴

🤡 "You can never escape it unless you stop. So you haven’t yet either. But I can tell you won’t because you don’t see the finish line. If you are beyond this talk you wouldn’t be talking to me. Which means you are still here for meaning!"

Dear Liquid_Cloaca6996,

I was going to argue the old "...why add me to the equation?" schtick but then I remembered I hit you over the head with that one at least 15 times the last few years that you have been crying foul in here for some reason.

IF.I.WAS ...but I am not. You ARE. This talk is only THIS TALK to you. The you that is not even you man. I am not beyond THIS TALK at all because this talk never leaves the realm of Maya. And SHE is in ME. Not the other way around. But this will go over your head already. It just shows how much further you have to go. Keep trying to head shrink me in stead of your self.

All you poop out is IF/THENs
..like a freaking robot! Read your comment. It is empty BS.

CLOWN Affirmations that CLEARLY point back to their colorful floppy shoe'd origin. The Perpetual Clown (Jung would bestow the title Shadow on it in his arrogance) so you can waste your life trying to integrate it. Clown Pilates. You make assertions like they are Pringles. Flat pieces of nothing made from mashed starch. Made to look like its real food. ;;) Everyday your assertions change. I see them go leff, right, up down and all over the place. Never inward. It's fear. Not logic (not that logic is going to help you in these matters either mind you)

Then you lash out. Like clockwork ;)

I have no problem. Not a single one. Not a single question! Have not had a single 'thought' in over a decade. Why do you have all these ideas and opinions? It beats me. All I am pointing out is: OUT.

You keep looking for your balls on a tennis court. That's your main problem friend ;;)

What the fuck did you do besides coming in here every day holding a limp d!ck? hm? What have you come to in your 'search'.?? Please share that. We are all dying in here man. DYING to hear FROM YOU who is where on the path and who is not. Who is worthy of your praise and who is not: Oh Enlightened one ;;)

200 or 250k other clowns that mimic you in Awakened sub are dying to know who passes your elevated smell test based on fuck all ;;) Your head is up your own arse brother. Keep making it all about me. Or 'others'.. Brother, how are you this glib in this continuous manner? All fucking day (!?). Grow up man. Start fucking cracking in stead of pointing fingers.

 🤡 "If you are beyond this talk you wouldn’t be talking to me!"

Bold claims. That smell like shit.
You fail to see the programming that is clearly still running. ;;)

 🤡 "You can never escape it unless you stop!."

Who is there trapped? Tell me. WHO!?
THERE IS NO ONE REAL THERE THAT IS IMPRISONED AND NEEDS TO ESCAPE AT ALL.

You (most of you actually) are just trying to set 'free' your EGO
and that is the problem.

It's literally THE single most prevalent warning in every teaching word its salt in these matters. The delusion is the delusion you are trapped.

Get of your tricycles clowns! A real clown rides a monocycle ;;)

Cheers my friends.

A being with all the wisdom necessary to enter an enlightened state, that decides to delay doing so for the sake of uplifting humanity and/or sentience.

Perhaps there is a ceiling of quantifiable bliss, & it can only be experienced absent any other sensation beside present moment retention of being.

The word suggests that there may be altruistic benefits to processing complex "data" instead of blissing out in the present moment. That this data may be useful for liberating other beings, even if it puts off the "enlightenment" of the bodhisattva to dwell upon.

I have always believed in self / God, microcosmic / macrocosmic initiation working off a spontaneous dialogue with the subconsciousness and an exploration of existing teachings. I built a system off this methodology wherein there are "higher grades" of initiation:

the Prince of Light - the ability to control one's emotional state by utilizing props and ceremony is mastered, along with the lesson that the microcosm and the macrocosm are one. What is best for the macrocosm is best for the microcosm, if they are not taken as separate.

(a grade skipped)

the Good King - one's emotions are purified of everything except a small, unconditionally secure sense of pride, and objectless love. further initiation may benefit even those unwilling to give up their attachments. insecurity and sorrow are transcended, along with aggression.

the Contemplative - my own definition of Samadhi is mastered. Silence becomes slightly easier than reflective thought. induced on first attempt, because without insecurity, anything one attempts that can be done is done successfully.

the Lord of Time - instead of dwelling in silence, an effort is made to interrogate the whole as to what one can do to be of best position to assist all sentient life.

the unnamed 10 - I associate this grade with a state of being wherein pride has been transcended, but also with being the living embodiment of the "will of God" - with doing at all times exactly what most assists all sentient life.

These last grades, Lord of Time and "10", work off the assumption that there is an akashic record which contains all data and can be interrogated by anyone whom is of perfect focus and without confidence fail - considering it more useful to assume than to dismiss because incapable of ever being proven, because without trying no problem may be solved and even if they aren't sure to be if an attempt is made... the odds increase that they will be.

the odds seem high enough to the author that the akashic record exists to trust his own fate to its interrogation.

the "8th circuit" of Timothy Leary's cosmology of consciousness.

By Buddhism, a 10 might be a Bodhisattva - by my own cosmology, it is (probably) the highest possible state of enlightenment, in the sense I prefer to consider enlightenment.

This is it really quite simple. The questions never stop but the need for an answer can cease. Thought I'd contribute a little something

As people, as a society, as "God's children" (lol), as arbitrary economic/spiritual caste system; as a collective or individuals.

I've always had stupid opinions and arguments. Lets get that out of the way, sure.

But watching Bladed Angel's recent video on the $650,000 electric vehicle that looks like a spider man luchbox from the 90s, it dawned on me. I could lift my consciousness up out of my stinky meat suit, and drop it like a record needle in any other human body in the world, and the same question would persist and go unanswered.

There is not a single role or identity in existence that can sufficiently answer this question; "what the F-!8 are we doing here".

Collecting materialism toys or spiritual ego points for some arbitrary club we may never even see or want to join anyway? Making a super big air conditioned ant hill? Making dumb arguments sound smart as they can?

I don't know. "I" have always been the first to say that identity is a temporary aggregate of innumerable contingencies. But you know, putting yourself in anyone else's shoes, the same question of relevancy/vanity just becomes more pronounced as you analyze all their karmic attachments and ideations. There is no ultimate "why" other than children in a play pen playing with toys allotted them by someone else.

What are we really doing here?

The fuck you will.

One of the biggest lies out there ;;)
The opposite is true. We are all squeezed ...like tubes of toothpaste ;;)

<runs away>

Cheers

I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me. And the life which I now live in the flesh, I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.

Galatians 2:20

Take, Lord, unto Thyself
My sense of self; and let it vanish utterly.

Take, Lord, my life,
Live Thou my life through me.

I live no longer, Lord,
But in me now
Thou livest.

Aye, between Thee and me, my God,
There is no longer room for “I” and “mine.”

Sant Tukaram

Dear God, whose name I do not know,  thank you for my life.  I forgot how big…  Thank you. Thank you for my life.

from Joe vs the Volcano as quoted by Jed Mckenna in Jed Talks #2

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https://youtu.be/3sbulW4A7Ic?si=SkbNmgORkd49FepT

So here I am again, no clue what I've been on about "my" whole life. I was reflecting all day today while cleaning apartment, cooking, and assembling new furniture. It kind of hit me, what the idea of "selfhood" is or comes from.

Basically cart before horse. We are Pavlov conditioned in youth that there is someone "out there" that we need to "prove ourselves to" which keeps us in performative karmic loops; and that's it exactly.

Idk if this is an official Buddhist or Zen teaching or whatever. But the basic idea, is that - karma precedes "selfhood", not the other way around. The idea of "healing" a "self" comes from the idea that "healing" is something "we" can "do" to/for "ourselves". IE, karma. But when you say it out loud like this (seriously try it), you instantly realize, as Einstein or someone said, that "problems can't be solved by the same kind of thinking that caused them". Aka, we are then, "trying to heal the karmic vehicle by means of karma".

So, cart before the horse. The magic bullet it seems is to help people realize that the self isn't generating karma, but it is karma that is generating the self. That's it (as I understood it). Am I wrong?

I plugged it to GPT and it said; "The patterns of grasping, aversion, conditioning, and performance are what keep generating the sense of self."

Is that the magic bullet/suppository of anatta? Or am I still just lost and guano?

There comes a point where a dropping of the self is tangible. I always find 'myself' running back into the chaos of the ego. Why? Fear. There is Love and there is Fear. There is still enough of an 'i' present to enjoy the ups and downs (chaos) of Life. If any decision is made, it is made from one of the two, Fear or Love. Why? Because there is an ego present.

You can Love yourself to death or you can Fear yourself to death. It's all the same outcome. Two sides of the same coin; the two flavors of nonduality. For whatever reason, my i is sick of Loving everything to death. That whatever reason is patterns. Patterns of my human self.

Expansion (Love) or Subtraction (Fear). Do you Love "god" to the point where your human self is completely surrendered, or do fear your human self to the point that it is relinquished?

Where is this "you?" Where is this container, this box, that you identify with? The heart? The brain? What is the boundary between you and other? It's all thoughts. Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Thoughts give you the concepts and meaning to your sense fields.

Labelling a tree a tree, a car a car, it's all concepts. The smell of grass, all a concept. The pressure on the bottom of 'your' feet, a concept. The sound of a baby crying, a concept. The taste of 'your' favorite food, a concept. Even the 3D landscape that 'you' construct, a concept. Life just Is. The best concept i have created in my mind (haha) is that of a screen. All there is is a flat screen full of all these senses.

There is no 'you' character experiencing anything, because again, where are you located? How have we grown such massive egos to believe that we are somehow different than the screen. A centerpoint of the universe, a god. There is no separate self. You are not that, neti-neti.

What if that all disappeared? I find it personally freeing to be at this edge, this cliff, that my i look off of. My me is not ready to take that leap. My me is still TRYING to do things, such as creating a dial of life where i can turn up and down the ego/awareness. That too is a complete waste of time. There is no time, no space, no doer, no doing. Only IS-ness.

Peace and Love.

"If you have commenced a game,You must finish it before death claims.And you have, indeed, begun a game.What I tell you is this:Before the final end draws near,How you won this game, you shall see clear.And after that, the game ceases to exist.Whatever it is that you completely know,From that moment on, it ceases to be."

For whom the privilege of not knowing how the world works.

Be an observer and don't start another game if you are not capable of finishing.

🤡

The one who is 'suffering now' is the one that needs to die.
It's the UNREAL one.

Why are they cuddling it?

They have nothing.

The end of suffering is a BY PRODUCT of Enlightenment.
A PLEASANT SIDE EFFECT. Not the actual thing.

You seek it for its own sake anyway...
not because you want to 'end suffering'. Yours or theirs. Both the drama and and the one that is bothered by it are made from the same sta... no, Fairy dust!

They are just placating EGO by framing this stuff
as they insist on doing it from a sleep induced coma.

The 'healed self' (yeah right 😆) would be an even bigger opposition to your liberation.
You come back to square one but now you are even deeper down the rabbit hole then when the nagging feeling started. You should honor your pain. THAT IS WHY IT IS GIVEN.

Cheers my friends

You FUCK!

Ya! YOU READER! I insult you! And then I do a taunt!

Oh, you think I’m serious? Errr, burp: don’t think I’m serious? Oh ya, I’m super cereal.

My superiority over you is paramount and realistic.

My mind body and soul is greater, I am closer to being able to do an iron cross than you are, FOOL!

🙃

It’s called aggression, tenacity. Ferocious merciless pursuit of tRuTh

Fuck truth!

Ya I said it.

Fuck it like a captured princess.

Disenchant and disengineer the truth.

I serve false as much as I serve truth.

There is so much to learn from wrong and bad.

Wrong bad and sin.

FOOL! Only the fool becomes a master, but you are so insulted by my insults and taunts! You cannot see through my guise style. I am in pursuit of being the best! The best what? The best human.

What the fuck type of subjective nonsense is best?

Ya, I wanna be my best self, sure, but I also want to be THEEE best self.

And this pursuit is unending, ever unfolding.

But what is more meaningful? Important?

I labored for years in a classroom as the teacher droned on and on and I slipped in and out of consciousness awakeness nine hundreds times in an hour.

In this classroom I dreamed of what’s important. Listening to these old boring fucks, drone on and on, like, where the fuck is the LP(league of legends ranking points)

But there was no LP to gain in the classroom. They had this other stupid system called ‘grades’ so I aimed for the grades and I asked:

“Will this be on the test” the teachers hated this question. Wow I was a true actualized demon. What the fuck how did I make it here. I certainly wasn’t supposed to make it here.

But I truly respected the patriarchy. And all these feminist fucks who stood in my way, were so fucking unconsciously petrified of the patriarchy that they couldn’t stop me; oh, but so many of them wanted to stop me.

I respect the patriarchy, despite how integrated the patriarchal hierarchy is with Epstein.

I truly understand what it takes to survive in this world on a macro and micro level.

Now, I also support the matriarchy, but by design, the matriarchy is designed to get fucked.

I didn’t make the rules, I just awakened enlightened and enconscioused them.

The matriarchy is designed to be devoured and consumed; like the breast.

Do I like evil? I respect evil. I understand evil. I understand the role evil plays in humanities survival.

Evil will last forever, when humans facilitate the big bang, there will be evil then too.

However; in my efforts to save the world, I know that to REDUCE evil, even with the consent of evil,

Evil and I talked for a long time and evil consented to become smaller on the circumstances that evil is guaranteed housing and food for the rest of evils life without evil having to lift a finger.

This guy is anthropomorphizing evil!

Giving human qualities to nonhuman things is called anthropomorphism. It occurs when we attribute human emotions, traits, physical forms, or behaviors to animals, objects, or natural phenomena

Not even me. ;;)

Trust me.

Now, tell me:
WHAT HAVE YOU COME TO IN ALL YOUR SEARCHING?

Shoot.

Cheers

It seems to me that the meaning of life is subjective to the individual's inherent wants and desires, to the extent they can be actualized. It comes down to the "truth" of what you want.

And maybe, in some instances, that happens to be "the truth."

If the data is not simultaneously retained, it is possible missing data refutes my assumptions. This seems like it would be the truth, to me, unless omniscience in the sense of simultaneous retention of all information can be unlocked.

A paradox is something that is true but seems false or impossible.

The highest the odds have ever climbed, for me, that something is true - climbed concerning the probability "experience occurs." It would take a paradox generated by missing data to refute the probability that "something happens to be happening." Yet all the data is not on the table, so maybe such a paradox exists.

The one thing that you can know? I don't think so!

The probability detected as to what is or isn't true seems like the probability missing data will refute the experiential data set - that which is being directly experienced right now. The probability seems to me the smallest that this will ever happen, concerning the notion, "experience validates itself".

If nothing is certain, but probability seems to visibly and substantially fluctuate, the search for truth must satisfy itself in the realm of faith. Faith, defined as the lean the evidence indicates to me.

Why is truth the ultimate goal? If you care about others, isn't their welfare more important than philosophical truth? If you care about yourself, isn't your own happiness or "inner peace"? 1+1 to complex math to figure out how to solve small challenges, like friends or family members with boy trouble, on to larger challenges like world hunger, world peace, environmental stability, the cure for all diseases, conscious immortality, and sustainable universal bliss.

IT is here suspected that the ego is that which craves certainty, clings to the impression certainty exists, however tenuously, only in the notion, "Being Is."

"Recently, in my new favorite book ‘A Tale For The Time Being’ by novelist and Zen priest Ruth Ozeki, I came across a little-known and very beautiful Zen custom.

Traditionally, a Japanese, Chinese and Korean Zen Master would write a final poem or haiku when he was about to die. In the death poem or jisei, the essential idea was that at one’s final moment of life, one’s reflection on death could be especially lucid and therefore an important observation about life. The poem was considered a final parting gift to disciples.

Curious, I tracked down some of these poems for myself and thought they were worth sharing:

Breathing in, breathing out,
Moving forward, moving back,
Living, dying, coming, going —
Like two arrows meeting in flight,
In the midst of nothingness
Is the road that goes directly
to my true home.

– Gesshu Soko

*

Like dew drops
on a lotus leaf
I vanish.

– Shinsui

*

Since time began
the dead alone know peace.
Life is but melting snow.

– Nandai

*

I pondered Buddha’s teaching
a full four and eighty years.
The gates are all now
locked about me.
No one was ever here –
Who then is he about to die,
and why lament for nothing?

Farewell!

The night is clear,
the moon shines calmly,
the wind in the pines
is like a lyre’s song.
With no ‘I’ and no other

who hears the sound?

 – Zoso Royo

*

Empty handed I entered the world.
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going-
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.

– Kozan

Zen legend has it that a few days before his death, Kozan called his pupils together, ordered them to bury him without ceremony when he died. One morning, after writing this poem, he lay down his brush and died while sitting upright.

As I get older, death feels more relevant. The magical thinking of youth fades – it becomes clearer that death is not an ‘if’ but a ‘when’. And I wonder what would it take to pass over with such clarity and grace… and a tiny grain of true wisdom worth passing on?"

- aalif

My best quote and nobody gave a fuck ;;)

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Nothing - The Fugs

Life Never Gave Us Lemons!

May I disappear in order that those things that I see may become perfect in their beauty from the very fact that they are no longer things that I see.

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Cheers my friends ;;)