12 July 2008

Sewing the Cloth

Written by Fidens ( Contact the author of this post )
Published on July 12th, 2008 @ 02:34:37 am, using 330 words, 210 views
Categories: Lack of Culture

We are eternal.

Imagine putting a black cloth over a lightbulb. The tao is the lightbulb, and the blanket is the illusion. Each person is like a hole in the black cloth through which brahman, god or the Tao (whichever happens to blow your hair back), shines through to do a little dance.

Objectively, it’s obvious that all the beams of light are merely extensions of the same source. Yet, here we are thinking instead that “my” beam is somehow separate from “your” beam.

Detachment via unified fool theory.

We all have our roles, and we should honour and cherish our roles (rules). Always remember, however, that perceptions* and consciousness do not belong to you. That is to say, the persona which has form and rules cannot be the sole owner of that which is shared by all.

We are all that universal lightbulb,
we are all that universal sun.
You are not simply a result of the “big bang,” you ARE the big bang.
Richard Alpert would say, “You are the breath, and you are the breath within the breath.”

A simple yet glorious CoMa.
Surely we realize that, upon awakening from a dream, we will soon find ourselves launched right into another one! There are no time-outs in the land of dynamic sons.

Like tossing a bottle of ink against a wall, we are led to believe that our speckles of ink are separate from the big dense blotch in the middle which caused the unique freckles to begin with. And as a result of being caught up in the cloth, caught up in our little roles and fancy patterns of ink – we were lied to.

We lied to ourselves.
This is the dark night of the soul.
The realization that I’m not what I once thought I was.

*(physicists decided a long time ago to give up the question: “what is matter?” they realized that the more important question was: “what is the substance that makes up the universe?")

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The Key of Joy is Disobedience.

Introduction.

A lifetime of struggle quickly tattooed itself upon the cerebral skin. And in a peculiar way, we all surrendered to our pain in order to shake the ground with roaring bursts of laughter.

We drew pictures on the concrete with eachother's blood; poking fun at the futility of it all. Nobody dared to take that moment from us, it was our true graduation party. There inside our warm little bubble, we were truly able to snap free. There was no room for judgement, love was horribly obese inside that circle of freaks.

Our head above the heavens -- our feet below the hells.


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