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Showing posts with label the way. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the way. Show all posts

Monday, July 22, 2024

your way

Your way is uniquely your way.
No one else can take you there.
Following someone else's way will lead you to their way.
It's not your way.
Find your way.
Your way will lead you to a surprising conclusion.
If you want to find out who you are, it's the only way.

The story is simple.
It's nonsense.
It's duality.
It's on and off.
It's a porno.
In and out.
Dark and light.
That's it.
You complicate it because you think the story should have meaning and purpose.
You can create meaning within the story.
The story is stupid.
It's a story of two.
You need two to make a story.
You need a third to create and watch the story.
You need a fourth.
Who is the fourth?
The audience.
You don't need them.
Technically, you don't.
You kind of do.
Why?
They will inform you if your story is any good.
They give you, the writer, the energy to keep writing the story.
Without the audience you would do nothing.
There would be no story.
So, to recap you need a writer and two actors.
Plus, you need an audience to watch the story.
That sums up creation.
The two come together and create life.
The new life is another story.
We generate stories.
Stories have a duration and then they expire.
As long as we keep creating stories, the universe will continue.
How do we create stories?
You are taught that in grade school.
On the street we call it fucking.

Who are the two?
Mother and son.
They are one, they separate and become two.
Everything is derivative from those two.
In Christian terms, it's Mary and Jesus.
Mary is threefold in the New Testament.
Sister, friend, mother.
Mary Magdalene is his friend.
Yeah, friend, right.
Didn't Jesus kiss her on the lips?
The commentators say he transferred his wisdom with that gesture.
In truth, it's because he was giving it to her.
I see.
It's simple.
They are everything.
Who are you?
I'm the distant writer.
I'm a few hours away.
You see, I got involved with these two while they were one, and I separated them into two.
I thought you said this was simple.
Now, you are telling me that in order to start the story you had to get involved with two who are one?
I had to separate them to start the story.
Non-duality into duality.
I had to do something.
If I did nothing, nothing would have happened.
What did you do?
I had sex with the Goddess.
So, you created the Goddess in your story and then banged her?
It's called the big bang.
Thematically it's a porno, so that's how I opened the story.
You got involved right away and then left?
Yes, in order to let the story unfold.
It's my story.
Eventually, at the end of the story, I get back with the Goddess.
There's a 15-billion-year separation between us.
That seems like a long time.
It's not for a lack of trying.
I'm persistent.
I want to get back with her, but she is wary of me.
Why?
Because I'm writing the story.
This is my story.
I can't hide my story.
She sees it.
Isn't she honoured?
Yes, but the actions of men treat women as second-class citizens.
How can you honour women and treat them like we do?

Is this a love story?
I've had 15-billion-years to think and write about it.
Is that long enough?
I love her.
She frustrates me.
Yeah, you get pissed off at her and then you separate.
You don't love her unconditionally.
You attach conditions to your love.
She must be a certain way, or you will fall out of love.
Why can't you just love her for who she is?
I don't know why.
I've had 15-billion-years to think of a reason.
Are you going to wait another 15-billion-years or are you going to stop trying to change her?
I'll think about it.
That's all you do.
You think about it.
It's been 15-billion-years, and you haven't made a decision.
It's funny, right?

Monday, May 6, 2024

the way

Lessons abound.
Go with the flow.
Tao.
Let it be and what will be will be.

Eventually, you kill the instructor.
The teacher will take you to the gate's entrance.
The teacher doesn't know the definitive answer and so they will leave you confused if you do not remove them.
You can worship Buddha, or you can kill Buddha.
That's a choice.
Do nothing?
Preferably.
What if you do nothing?
It is ignoring.
Is ignoring a form of choosing?
If you do it consciously, yes.
If you are unconsciously ignoring, then you are in Tao.
The way is to ignore Buddha?
Yes.
If you latch onto Buddha the only way out is to kill Buddha.

It's best to ignore these teachers.
They are inviting.
You read about their philosophy.
Maybe they know?
You join their outfit of spiritual seeking misfits.
You're stuck in the mud.
Too bad for you.
I didn't ignore them.
I read about their philosophies.
They were exceptionably good.
Very intellectual and appealed to me.
I never joined.
I went my own way.
Is the way your own way?
Do you think so?
Yes.
How does someone else find your way?
They can't.
The only way is your way.
Ah.

The ancient Egyptians had an opener of the ways.
Of course, he is a canine.
Wepwawet.
He shows you the way.
He opens the road ahead for the King.
My way is into the forest and coming to terms with self.
Who led you there?
My dogs.
A dog-headed saint leads the way for Jesus.
St. Christopher.

What is beyond madness?
You realize you have gone mad.
This means you have transcended societal norms and expectations of thought.
It pisses people off, so it's best to keep to yourself.
The temptation is to tell everyone you know.
They will think you are crazy.
That is the result of telling people you know the meaning of life.
You must deal with the fallout of being told you're nuts.
To bypass that problem is to shut the fuck up.
By shutting the fuck up you can continue your journey.
This is the same template for going beyond the darkness.
You hit the spigot and run into the Devil.
He scares you and you pause.
You see who he is, tip your cap, and continue further on the way into the depths.
The same is to be performed with madness.
You hit the first checkpoint.
Shit, I'm fucking crazy.
Do you feel crazy?
Keep going, you got this.
The feeling of being mad means you are walking your path.
Keep going.