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...I don't know about you, but I am certainly a mutation of DNA combined with a dynamic, almost fluid, environment. Being normal at all would be a supreme accomplishment for me, so I don't think of conformity with disdain now. Normalcy is only superficial herd instinct behavior and is to be expected due to the social magnet that pulls it into action and manifestation. Social creatures gravitate towards anchors, propaganda, and manipulation. That should be clear to you now. No blame is applicable or totally honest, if you can see and be the structure and pattern of the hive-mind as it operates of its own accord. That is the hard understanding. Getting lost in a dualistic, illicited response-pattern of emotive resistance or critique is merely to place one's self in an expected stance or position that is pre-ordained and even expected in the societal matrix. Critique, reaction, and stage-play is fine, as long as you know what is going on in an intuitive, connected, feedback sense. Otherwise, it is merely another form of self-alienation and a logical palette of defense from the formative injections of childhood. Survival within a thought-based world demanded a transfer and sacrifice of the primordial essence of being or the requirement to replace actuality with a buffer of imposed, amassed, artificially cohesive, reality. Yet you have to play it or you get shipped-off to a looney-bin or marginalized into being a homeless vagrent in a World that cannot provide for that factor or mode. I often find it amusing to hear the responses of people who get a glimpse of this shocking, awesome, unsettling undoing of one's primary, ideational buffers. They futility attempt to describe the abstraction of language and thoughts with more abstract ideations and thoughts. Such attempts quickly break-down into erzatz replacements and replications of the underlying, illuminations. Just remember that the Judao-Christian Bible begins with: “In the beginning was the word.” That every well could be your moment of recognition. We come to suspect that the start of our thoughtsphere began with a word and that word was God. God, in this sense, as a ring-pass-naught. Well, what do we humans do, most often, when we are faced with an impossibility, a challenge, or a dare? Well, we might start to reflect on how words are abstractions and replacements in our “minds” for what may, (or may not) actually be. Do you, clandestinely, worship words as an idol? You could do that as an Atheist, or any other counteraction to established frames and trains of thought. I have taken the boat, finally, across the river. It was most likely a matter of pure luck. Can you be so lucky? Well the odds are good. The other side? A mirror reflection of no river to cross, no boat to be in, and no “other” side to arrive at all. I jerk back my virtual head to try and find myself and there is merely a blank regress turning with me and revealing nothing at all. This moment is all there is, and this is not, in every philosophical, religious, and mystical sense, NOT happening at all.For all I know this is a very complex, but tenable simulation right now. That makes me, in my expression here, a potential simulation telling you about the simulation you may be in. Have you ever asked yourself, honestly, if that IS air you are breathing? If that above abstraction comes across as logically questionable, so are all others based on the fact that they are secondary to our realization, not primary, as we would like and want them to be. Would questioning logic and reason for their own, arbitrary underpinnings really be dangerous threat to what comes naturally in your thought-based response to what is demanded from you? Is insanity sane? I sanity totally whack? You have to tread that terrain first yourself, if you want to see that the instilled barriers are arbitrary and only point to extreme mutations and states. I find that the attempt to simply say, honestly, with resounding certainty, YES! to only one, mindful moment, is the very same as saying YES! to all of existence totally, and once and for all. I find that there are two, very distinct forms of surrender. One is vital and even full of incredible, organismic salvation. The other is tainted with military defeats, loss, depression, etc. To really give up, let go, and surrender to what is, rather than what one thinks, remembers, imagines, and anticipates it to be, is to break a Universal code that, when realized, makes deep, integral connections rise from the surface of the ocean of the thoughtsphere. Thought alone, cannot and will not be able to grasp, relate, or reflect the ornate and multifaceted tapestry that this launches one out of the self and melts the chains of the false idea of soul. And yet, thought alone has been the prize you traded your primordial being for all along. You do need thought for functional survival in a thought-based world, but did you have to give up the primordial being and infinity as a way of total and immersed being? You bet you did. Freedom from the conceptual, like unclenching a tight fist, is closer, imminent, as you disengage me and my notations here and consider the intimacy of your current situation and challenge. Nobody has written this so-called message to you, at all. That is a fact, not a conjecture. You are not reading this right now! Work within that contest and conceptual dilemma. It can be logically deduced, but only by chance. Is this the chance? If it is, that question has no satisfactory answer for you, me, or any other abstract concept about something. That which has limits and is bound by the pragmatic tools of thought is, for the most part, death itself! If you have the courage to lose everything by trying to find a mind or a self, or a society, then you have a First Class ticket to the end of the idea of existence itself. If you ever really contemplate death with a sincere and unbending desire to understand and grasp it to a sense of satisfaction, you would be best off questioning, with focus and fervor, if you were really born at all. That is born, as you now think yourself to be in the facade that is posing as you. If you cannot yet see what a bulimic or anorexic is telling you about the part of your brain, (physical and organismic) where your self-image is FORMED and HELD, then you have missed a very essential aspect of what you are calling existence, per se. The only way to join the non-existent paradigm, is to not try to join or understand it at all. It is not within the capacity of your thoughts, ideas, and primary urges towards self-continuation, to embrace at all. You are better-off watching a soap opera, becoming a drunk, or shooting heroin in that case. Oh, but did that extreme hyperbole hook a reaction from you? Did you have a feeling or emotion? Was there a protective, hermetic stream of thoughts rising up in an automatic fashion? Are you really reading this, or is this act of reading a process that just happens? Why bother to find out? I don't know about you!
Did you get through this without letting all those abstracts induce tangental thought that only made this into another, fleeting, moment of entertainment and discraction from the infinite ding-dong of the profound calling? Well, I don't know about you but ... This came up on the sidebar while I wrote this: While the Tathagata, in his teaching, constantly makes use of conceptions and ideas about them, disciples should keep in mind the unreality of all such conceptions and ideas. They should recall that the Tathagata, in making use of them in explaining the Dharma always uses them in the semblance of a raft that is of use only to cross a river. As the raft is of no further use after the river is crossed, it should be discarded. So these arbitrary conceptions of things and about things should be wholly given up as one attains enlightenment. -Buddha Just get over the river, the boat, and the other side. The rest will surely follow. The non-existent "I" that has appeared to type and post this verbiage has given you, the one who imagines to grasp, aspires to cling to, and even solemnly worships, the concept of self, more of a pervading, overwhelming NOTHING than you can ever hold onto or comprehend. Enough is enough. Your idea of yourself corresponds, directly with your relationship and connection to your idea of a God, a future, and your self-continuation as a Being in the hollow tracks of time. If you don't "get" it, share it with someone else in hopes that they won't get it too! Then, we have the potential for something. But, not until then. I, as phenomena right now, may have messed that up if you tangled the grasp of concepts to the degree that it created tension without resolve. Your idea, or disdain for, the idea of, a God, a Master, a Way, a hope, a situation, a future based on a past, is the only barrier you have or face from the day you are told you were born to the day you imagine you die. This is my only testament, no matter how ephemeral. This is what you may have wanted to know so deeply and with such conviction, manifesting as what you did NOT want to know or even touch, all along your way. This IS the ten-foot-pole that you would avoid with every fiber of your being and even burn at the stake if given the chance. Even the most adament and sincre seekers of Truth would spit on this and cast it into flames and then darkness. Itis the very danger that all you fears manage to protect your fragile idea of a finite self from...