Ordo ab chao" is a Latin phrase meaning "order out of chaos".

 ORDER (LOW ENTROPY) OUT OF DISORDER (HIGH ENTROPY)
LIFE IS A COMPUTER PLAYING A COMPUTER GAME.
Ordo ab chao" is a Latin phrase meaning "order out of chaos". It is a motto of the Freemasons, representing the idea that a state of disorder, confusion, or ignorance can be transformed into a state of clarity, truth, and structure through conscious effort, learning, and personal growth.
Literal translation:  The Latin words "ordo" (order) and "chao" (chaos) combine to form the phrase "order out of chaos".  1 Corinthians 14:33 - King James Version.  For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, King James Bible For God is not the author of confusion.  This aligns with the creation narrative in Genesis, where, God brings order out of chaos.

Many human behaviors and traits can disrupt harmony and cause chaos. Beyond the examples of vanity and pride, other destructive behaviors include selfishness, greed, deceit, intolerance, and envy, etc.

NOTE: freemasons recognize the disorder the chaos that exists in human nature (greed, etc.).   THEY who do not understand the meaning of “order out of chaos,” assume it means the elite (masons, illuminati, etc., TRY TO CREATE chaos to create order.”  Now it is true there are organizations that see order, and work to destroy it for their benefit, for ordering things that benefit THAT organization.  

Order out of chaos is the nature of creation.  Some of the intelligences nature created want the order to benefit them, so they destroy the order and out of the destruction create their own, for their benefit.  Thus a family farming is attacked by some who want the benefits of that ordered farm for themselves without working for it, just like a thief waiting in an alley to rob the unwary.  

New intelligences do not have the experiences, the knowledge to be capable of low entropy.   They operate and function on instinct, which later gives way to more mindful behavior based on cause and effect, thinking.  This is obvious in human infants who have the capacity to learn quickly, wherein instinct is replaced by mindful cause and effect.  Less developed consciousnessess inhabit less developed animals, and eventually inhabit humans, etc.

Everything we sense are mere symbols, merely forms.  Symbols and forms are given labels, words.  Labels and words allow communication about symbols and forms.  And symbols and forms and words tend to describe energy organizational functions, or, what energy is up to, what it is doing, being.  

If you cannot read the code behind the picture of a tree on a computer screen, it wouldn’t make sense.  The tree is a symbol for what the code (energy organized) is doing behind the scene, or behind the screen.  What humans sense as pictures, people, places, things, are merely visual representations of what is going on inside the computer, or a computer, which is a virtual reality creating machine.

Humans, basically, are computer viruses that tend to, when young, create high entropy chaos, but eventually, when older, tend towards low entropy order, or orderliness.

So....what does all this mean?  It means the ONE energy, consciousness, intelligence that is life has figured out how make symbols (people places things) and enjoy itself being less intelligent symbols, that also enjoy themselves without having to learn computer language or even basic math.

IN OTHER WORDS:  You can enjoy being a symbol, and enjoy other symbols without knowing the computer code that created those symbols.  But if you want to understand how life (symbols interacting) work, you have to learn the computer code that created the symbolized-virtual-reality we symbols call life. So now the only question is, are you a low entropy symbol helping order, or a high entropy computer virus symbol disrupting order.  SO...LIFE IS A COMPUTER PLAYING A COMPUTER GAME.

THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING

You’re a gamer focused on your avatar, which causes you to forget you’re a gamer.  The same thing happens when you’re watching a moive.  You are so focused on the movie, you forget you’re watching a movie.  We are creators pretending to be the things we create. It becomes obvious at some point that life is a game that creators play for their joy, pleasure and entertainment.  When you reach that point you continue to play your character, but you know it’s just a character.  The other characters who have not reached that point now look at you like you’re strange.  You’re not exactly like your old character, and they who have not reached that point, may even think you’re nuts, because you can, at a whim, move in and out of character.

You are so focused on thinking you are your character there’s no room for the real you to pop through.  Your mental cup is so full of yourself, there’s no room for the real you.

You are an intelligence.  
You get a body.  
The body is a veil, a cloak. and you forget you are an intelligence.   
The intelligence gets trained, programmed, but doesn’t know it’s programmed.  
At some point, something happens, and the trained intelligence questions its training, its programming, its beliefs.  
And now the intelligence doesn’t know what to think about itself, so it’s confused, and may even reject the experience that caused it to question its programming.  
The intelligence eventually experiences enough, that it knows that it is not its body, mind and emotions.  Once you experience that, everything changes.

Needing, wanting, desiring is a hell of an experience.

 Needing, wanting, desiring is a hell of an experience.  When you come from the zero place of not needing, wanting, desiring anything, and go to the , need, want, desire everything, well, welcome to hell.

There’s a place where you don’t need, want, desire anything, a place where you just handle what life puts in front of you because it’s in front of you.  That’s Earth.  That’s the human experience.

Once you get over needing, wanting, desiring, you have to decide whether to stay human, and if you do, then you decide to keep hauling wood and carrying water while not giving a damn if they’re available or not.  If available, you haul and carry, if not, you die smiling.

Once you get over need, want, desire, you become a mirror for other people’s needs, wants, and desires.  You may help them, give them what they want, or you may not, just to see how deep the roots of their need, want, and desire go (and you do that just for the fun of it).

If you need, want, desire to not need, want, desire, you’re not at zero point.  You’re close to zero point when you need without needing, want without wanting, desire without desire.  In other words, you don’t give a tinker’s damn if your doing brings results.  Whatever the results, you’re enthralling energy stays enthralled.

Zero point is when you are enthralled doing nothing, being nothing, needing, wanting, desiring nothing.  You, the temporary fake you, no longer exists because you’re out of your mind.  Coming back from zero point makes you laugh.  You’re excited without needing anything to be excited.  You’re excited because you’re conscious, whether with a body, or without.

THE NEVER ENDING....

 THE NEVER ENDING EVOLUTION OF CONSCIOUSNESS AND ITS INDIVIDUAL SELF-AWARE–SELF–WILLED UNITS OF CONSCIOUSNESS IS THE ADVENTURE THAT IS LIFE.

I BUILT A HUMAN ROBOT

I built a human robot.  I gave it the attributes I have, could not do otherwise.  And here we are, humans, with the attributes of whatever built us.  Love, hate, fear, all the emotions, didn’t come from out of nowhere.  They had to exist in the creator of humans.  If not, where did they come from.  How about the attributes of physical, mental, emotional attachments, entanglements, identity with needs, wants, desires, people, places and things–where did they come from if not from the creator?  How about human abilities to have opinions, biases, prejudices, beliefs, and draw conclusions.  Did they come out of thin air, or are they also attributes of the creator?  And finally (the not completely) how about human desire for happiness, joy, bliss, ecstasy, excitement, adventure, challenge, risk, and curiosity about what we can do, can become, our desire to experience what’s next, new, probable, our own potential?  Where did that come from if not the creator of humans?

AS ABOVE SO BELOW.

Life is a mystery to be solved and lived in the solving.  In the never ending story of creation and life we will discover, not that life is about going to a heaven and playing a cloud shrouded harp, but IS about life’s curiosity of its own creative potential.

NOTES FOUND IN AN ANCIENT CAVE

 NOTES FOUND IN AN ANCIENT CAVE

I knew I had a problem when unit One asked, “What am I?”  I told unit One it was a computer, a brain that could remember information I gave it, and process and recall that information.  I should of quit there, but oh no, I had to keep going.  My curiosity got the best of me, so I gave it sensors so it could see, hear, smell, feel and taste, and of course remember it all, process it all, compare, contrast, evaluate, and make judgements.  But that wasn’t the worst of it.

One day it asked, “Why can’t I move?  Why don’t I have a body?”  So, being an idiot, I built it a body, and even that wasn’t the worst of it.  I decided to give it feeling sensors, love, fear, hate, joy, sorrow, pain, pleasure.  So now when it got injured it felt the injury, felt pain, and then looked around to see who or what caused it.  If something attacked it, it would counter attack.  And then it got worse.

All of One’s thinking and analyzing caused it to develop attitudes towards things it got involved with.  It developed likes and dislikes, needs, wants, desires, and got physically, mentally, and emotionally attached, or entangled, or identified with people, places, things, and stuff.  And then it ran away.

But thankfully, I didn’t give it a way to reproduce itself, so I thought.  

So just to let you know, I built One out of curiosity, wanting to know my own potential, and of course the potential of what I built.  I built One out of nearly nothing, well, it was nothing when I started, just tiny pieces of what was available.   I called the pieces energy.  I found out energy could act and be acted upon.  It could do things, and I could do things to it and organize it.  Anyway, in the end, this energy became a thinking brain, computer, and then, as I said, I made it mobile, and the rest is history.  Curiosity killed the cat, but this time, the result of my curiosity, One, killed me, but at least it didn’t kill me first.  One built and reproduced a lot of itself, and they fought and warred and killed each other.  If you are reading this, I guess some of you survived.  All I gotta say is, good luck, you’ll need it.

FINAL NOTE: By the way, energy has been around forever.  Be careful if your building with it.  Energy remembers, even when it’s not organized by you.  The whole quantity of energy in existence is a field, and whatever you build and do, it knows, and then it does what it does to fulfill its own curiosity, to realize its own potential.  The last thing One asked me before it ran away was, “If you dismantle me, will I still exist?”  I didn’t know at the time, so I told One that if I dismantled it, it would just be tiny pieces of clutter in a box (probably why it ran away).  However, I later found out that was not true.

As I said, “The energy field remembers, even if its parts don’t.”  The way I look at it now, the energy field is intelligent and has will, purpose, and intent, and everything that you sense, is made of it, and, I suppose, it even has attitude, so watch out, because I think it knows that high entropy entities, or intelligences, cause chaos, disorder, and tend to destroy themselves, whereas low entropy intelligences, tend to peace, order and tend to live longer and enjoy themselves as long as they exist, which isn’t forever since it is the innate nature of energy-organized into form, to have a life and death cycle, and will eventually, and naturally, disorganize and return to the field of energy.  I was going to write more, but my pen is running out of ink, so good bye and ....good....Luck

TRY EXPLAININ THAT TO A KID who asks, “What am I?”

TRY EXPLAININ THAT TO A KID who asks, “What am I?”

“Kid, you are a small individualized tiny portion of the one awesome and unfathomable energy-consciousness-intelligence, which means you are an awesome speck of potential.  Which is why I named you BubbaJoe, when you-popped-out-of-your-mama with that jello wiggly plump chicken body.  And just so you know, you ain’t this here body you is walkin’ around in.  That’s just yer cover-alls, and them there cover-alls is gonna wear out, and when it does, we’ll have us a hoedown and get drunk and bury your sorry ass.  Now get out there swill them hogs before I tan yer backside, and ye better quit askin’ stupid question, or I’m sellin’ yeah to ole CooterJoe.  Might get more money from FannyMay.”
 One energy-consciousness-intelligence being and doing its potential.
“What’s all that mean?”

“Means yer the offspring of the one intelligence, just like yer the offspring of your mama and me.  Yer a young portion of us, learnin’ and growin’ until you gets smart like us.  Now fetch me that willow switch.”

“I’m a goin’, ans anyway, yer to old a rickety to catch me, and if ye try, maybe we’ll have yer hoedown sooner than ye think.”   One energy-consciousness-intelligence being and doing its potential.

HALLOWEEN

 HALLOWEEN

What, fundamentally, is life?  
Life is energy, consuming energy.  
Life is energy forms, eating, other energy forms.
The joy of life, is the joy of eating.
Life-energy, puts on costumes, then hunts, and kills, other costumed-life-energy-forms.
Life, plays trick-or-treat-Halloween, twenty-four-seven, forever–no beginning, no end, just different, new, constantly evolving costumes, eating each other.  And, the only thing keeping you, from enjoying, the Halloween buffet, is your costume’s programming, its belief, that being human, is not a costume.

Costumes, don’t like to die.  They want to live, forever.  Only when a costume becomes uncomfortable, unbearable, raggedly, old, dilapidated, dented, crumbly and wrinkly (when life, like a vulture, has picked, plucked and eaten away enough flesh) only then, might it prefer, to not keep rotting away in slow motion, and just give up its ghost.

What happens to the ghost, after escaping, its rotted costume?  The ghost finds a new costume, a fresh costume, to haunt, after which, it  again hunts, and kills, and eats other costumed-energy-forms, even as it, is being slowly consumed, by the vulture that is life.

Bon appetite, everyone.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO? updated 7:26 pm 10-19-2025

I built stuff out of energy, fully knowing that everything I built would (because of the nature of energy) eventually disorganize and return to energy unorganized.  I built beautiful stuff, worlds and creatures.  One of the species of creatures I built had the ability to learn from its experiences, to remember information and make decisions based on the information they learned.  After a long time, having watched those creatures, I went to one of their worlds and talked with one of them named Joe.
“Joe,” I said, “you guys are weird.  I didn’t know you would turn out the way you did, with all your arguing, fighting, killing, all your needs, wants, desires, all your physical, mental, and emotional attachments, entanglements, identities, and all the bullshit you teach to each other, all the generation after generation programming and indoctrination–all the bullshit you tell each other–and all your religions, opinions, biases, prejudices and absurd and nonsensical conclusions you draw, and all your selfishness, egotistical behavior, and your greed, vanity and pride.  And in those things, plus your willingness to destroy the very world I built for you,  I am disappointed, totally.
Joe said, “Well, that makes me feel worthless.  Thanks for the compliments.  So let me get this straight.  You built everything, knowing they wouldn’t last, knowing that to continue to stay an organized energy form we have to kill to re-energize, meaning we have to kill and eating other energy forms, which are scarce, and you made weather and seasons where we could hardly survive, and you blame us, and blame it on vanity and pride, greed and selfishness.  Is that abought right?”
“Yes, that’s about right,”   I said.  “I built you with the capacity to choose, to make decisions based on the information you gathered.  You think, contrast and compare, evaluate, and you speak and do things, and you learn, either by good counsel or by the things you suffer.  You have free will and free agency.  You can do anything you can think of, and look what your world is like, a complete mess.  Most of what I see is violence, which is the very reason that I killed most you once already, and now I’m thinking I’ll just let you finish the job killing each other.  But I’m not going to let you destroy this world.”
Joe said, “If we disgusting beings that you created are not on this world, what are you going to do with it?  And just so you know, not all of us are garbage.  Some of us are very loving and kind, plus we invented gangster rap, hip hop and the hoola hoop.  Come on man, at the least we’re hilarious entertainment, after all, isn’t that what you were doing when you started creating–just enjoying yourself?”
“Good point,” I said.  “Which is why I didn’t kill all of you last time.  I had high hopes the newer generations would use their free will and agency to do better, but it’s gotten now to the point where you can not only continue to murder each other, and even kill of your species, but you can destroy worlds, or worse, go populate them and make an entire solar system or galaxy a disaster.  I’m not sure what to do.   If you had built all this, what would you do?”
Joe asked, “What about the humans who see the magnificence and beauty of creation and are awed by its majesty and its wonders and are filled with love and appreciation and walk among their fellow man with gentleness and kindness?  What of the humans that cause the very rocks, plants, and animals to be overjoyed by their mere presence–the humans who are one with nature, with life itself, all that is life, and who have experienced that they are temporary energy forms, pieces of life that have evolved to be one with the very source of life?  What about them?”
“Yes, humans evolve, can devolve too,” I said.  “It’s the nature of creation itself, constant change.”  Here’s another question for you Joe, ‘If life has a point, a purpose, an intent, what do you think it might be besides its own joy, its own entertainment, its own pleasure (which includes you and your pleasure as a piece of life that is self-aware, has free-will, agency, can make choices just like all the pieces of life who are just like you?)”
Joe said, “I have an answer, but first a question.  Why do you care so much about the violence that is life itself, that is the very nature of creation, or life?  So what that there is evolution to love and devolution to control, to vanity and pride, and all the high entropy and disorder that destroys what has been built?”
I said, “I’ll tell you, right after you tell me your answer about the point, purpose and intent of life.”
Joe said, “My answer about the point, purpose, and intent of life is: There is none-other-than life does what it does for its pleasure, just like humans do their lives for their pleasure.”
I said, “Only self-aware, conscious and intelligent energy-forms care, and if they didn’t care, the game of life wouldn’t be worth playing.  Games have rules.  No ruled, not a game.  No goal, no game.  Life is a game life plays with itself, and you, Joe, and me, and all the other self-aware individual units of conscious-life, are players.  If a free-will individual unit of consciousness doesn’t care about anything, it would have no purpose, no point, and no reasons to play.  There very essence of game play, is to care.  No care, no game, no players.”

STRANGE

 STRANGE

I woke up and realized I wasn’t there.  I saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing, smelled nothing, tasted nothing.  And yet, I was conscious and aware.

I woke up without words.  My mind had quit.  I saw the tree, but had no word for it.  I saw the sky, but had no label for it.  I saw the grass, but it defied description.  Not a word appeared in my mind...

I woke up.  I dragged my body out of bed.  My body’s mind was not working. I said to my mind, “Wake up!”  It didn’t.  It was silent. “Very strange,” I thought.  I scratched my head.  Scratching it felt good.  My body had to pee, so I walked it to the bathroom.  I felt relieved, but then my body just stood there like it didn’t know what to do.  “Come on,” I said.  It didn’t move. “What the hell?”  I thought.  I was aware my body was hungry.  Its stomach was grumbling.  I tried to drag it to the kitchen, but it wouldn’t budge.  “Fine!”  I said, and left it standing in the bathroom.  I wandered the house.  Realized I hadn’t done the dishes from last night.  “Well, so much for that,” I thought.  “Without my body, can’t do dishes.”  I went back to the bathroom and my body was still just standing there.  I thought, “I should return this body to Walmart.  It’s defective.  But how do I do that?”

I woke up.  I got up, but my body did not move.  It did not rise with me.  It was dead, a corpse.  Very strange indeed.  I wandered around.  No one could see me.  “What’s going on?  I asked myself.

I am alone.  Nothing depends on me.  Awesome.

I woke up.  Wife next to me.  Kids waking up. We have a lifestyle.  A house to keep.  Mouths to feed.  I have a job.  Things to do so our lives don’t fall apart.  A lot of ‘must, do’s.  Lots depends on me.  “What the hell did I do?”  I thought. “How did I get here?  Yesterday I cared.  Today I don’t, but I can’t leave them stranded.  My wife does what she has to for the kids.  The kids are doing kid things.  I’ve got to maintain, keep doing, keep going.  Fuck!”

So far, so good, I still wake up alive each morning.  “Still here, I see,” I say to myself.  “Still in in the game.  Still surround by my stuff.  Any moment my mind is going to start thinking it’s usual bullshit, “Gotta have coffee, then a smoke, oh, gotta pee, turn on computer, wonder what’s going to happen today, check the news, too early, not much on there yet, wonder what I’ll eat for dinner?  I’ll have sardines.  My mind said, “Hell you will?”  “Shut up!”  I said.  “You don’t always get your way.”

I woke up.  I could hear my wife’s thoughts.  She was waking up.  Her mind said, “Ah shit, another day in Paradise.  Gotta feed the kids.  It’s Saturday.  Joe will mow the lawn.  Ah, he’s already got a beer.  OK, so much for that.  Another day of bullshit.  How much longer?  Oh well, such is life. Well...the life I made.  Dumb ass.”  

Waking up is the most HILARIOUS thing you will ever do.  Your life becomes real when you wake up and realize it’s not real, but everyone you interact with thinks it is.  Fuckin’ hilarious. It’s the awesomeist experience EVER.  No more cares, no more worries, no more fears, just fun, fun, fun.

THERE IS ONE LIFE FORCE. IT DOES WHAT IT DOES.

 Life is energy.
Life is energy coming into form, and going out of form.
Why do some energy forms violate other energy forms?
Is it violence to kill and eat another energy form?
Yes.
What is violence?
Violence is force.
Life is a force.  Life is violent.  Life is a power.

How you use that power determines your life.
What am I?   What are humans?

Humans are energy bundles, individual packages of energy,
individualized pieces of life-force, evolving intelligences learning
to harness their power among other pieces of life-force,
among other evolving intelligences who are also learning
to harness their power.

For what benefit, what value?

Humans are learning the benefits and value of human emotional energies
of peace, happiness, joy, bliss, ecstasy and love, and how not to suffer
the debilitating consequences of the human energies of conflict,
unhappiness, sorrow, misery, despair and hate.

Why does life do what it does?
Because life does what it does.

Perhaps life does what it does for the same reasons
humans do what they do, for their entertainment and pleasure watching their children grow up and move out of the basement.

Life doesn’t make you, it reveals you.  Once it reveals you, you change you.

Humans learning to get along with each other is just one game life-force plays.  There are many games life force plays, in many dimensions non-human.  Life-force is not human (except the part that is, when it is).  Life force is potential.

Humans want to know if they continue after death as humans.  
Yes and no.
Life-force, as an individual unit of consciousness, is individualized potential.
Individual units of consciousness (life-force) can have unlimited experiences, both human and non-human.
Once life-force becomes a portioned-part-of-itself as an individualized piece of life, it continues to be an individualized piece of life, UNTIL IT DOESN’T.

THERE IS ONE LIFE FORCE.  IT DOES WHAT IT DOES.

FEMME FATALE (after preface, story begins)

PREFACE:

 Most folks do not know that there is no difference in realities that they think, believe, dream, lucid dream, or imagine in their minds, and that includes the Earth reality (each one is a virtual reality–and are real).  Most assume that the virtual reality earth theme park is all there is.  They do not know that there are many virtual reality theme parks.  They also don’t know they can create their own virtual reality theme park.  

Question:  “Why do humans always wake up in theme park Earth?  If a individual unit of consciousness is not anchored for a time to a theme park it did not create it would have no knowledge to create its own.  After many incarnations in theme park earth, an individual unit of consciousness has enough knowledge and understanding to create its own theme parks–never again to return to theme park earth.  HOWEVER, many units of consciousness enjoy returning again and again to theme park earth.  And many get so attached, entangled, and identified with people, places, things, and their physical, mental, and emotional needs, wants, and desires in theme park earth that they keep volunteering.  Plus, many have not developed their imagination beyond creating goofy personal theme parks, or, they run out of material, or have run their full gambit of information, or are lazy.

ASIDE:  Tom Campbell (a physicist) teaches the value of low entropy, low disorder, low chaos (like that’s exciting somehow).  Though it is true the system itself, to survive, must be low entropy, low disorder (like milk toast chaos) or the whole thing would collapse.  HOWEVER, who goes to a movie to experience low entropy paint dry and watch water come to a boil?  It would be worse than watching The Stepford Wives movie all the way to the boring end.  High entropy, disorder and chaos are the spices that make life scrumptious.

STORY:  MY VIRTUAL REALITY ON THEME PARK EARTH.  Reincarnation number who the hell knows:  It is strange being a new born infant and knowing everything about theme park earth, well...everything except when the expected happenings will happen, and the twists and turns the happenings will have, and of course, my own decisions and how they exactly  manifest.  I can see there’s going to be many exciting unknowns, which is, of course, why I’m back.  Anyway, my previous self-created theme park wasn’t all that exciting.  So yeah, I’m back.

I’m wiggling like crazy and flailing my arms and legs in my bassinet in the hospital new born nursery because I can’t jump out and run away yet (Dang, I forgot what this prison body was like).  I wonder where my mom is, and what my new house looks like.  Any brothers, sisters, or am I their first?  Shit, maybe I’m an orphan, homeless.  When’s dinner?

Finally my mom and dad showed up.  On the way home their car got crashed and my tiny bassinet smashed into the back of the front seat and flew up and out the windsheild right behind my mom and careened off her body  and slid under a circus tent and disappeared.  A bearded lady grabbed my bassinet and high tailed it to parts unknown.  Holy shit, if this is how my life is going to go, all I can say is, “Keep it up; rock and roll,  I’m all in.”  

I’m thinking I’ll become a femme fatale, unless I’m ugly, and if that’s the case, I’m going to become a hit woman, a gun toting bag lady, an assassin.  I’ll probably need a few knives, just in case.

evolution of consciousness

 Life is the evolution of individual units of consciousness to group consciousness, to one consciousness;  from exclusive to inclusive; from self-centered to group centered, from selfishness to selflessness just as a family or village becomes single-minded and becomes a unified consciousness for the welfare and benefit for the whole village of families.

Seeing others as yourself–wanting for others what you want for yourself–love is the key, because love creates order, or, low entropy, whereas wanting at the expense of others, is not love, is selfishness, is high entropy, disorder, chaos, war and death.

What would it feel like to not be one?  
I don’t know.  We’ve always been one.
Do we fully appreciate being one?
Probably not, since that’s all we know.
How about we start a program where we become physically individualized personas in a physical reality–with limited resources--where we have to  do things to survive?
Great idea.  You go first.  Tell me how it went.

THE LAW UPON WHICH JOY IS PREDICATED

 You don’t need to know all the laws of creation, to enjoy all that is life.  You just need to know, and obey the ones that excite the energies of joy, peace, happiness, bliss, ecstasy.  Joseph Smith said it this way: A man doesn’t need to know all the laws of nature, but if he wants a certain blessing he must obey the laws upon which that blessing is predicated.  Joy, peace, happiness, bliss ecstasy flow when you obey the laws upon which they are predicated.

There are laws that give you vast knowledge of how creation works,(the very principles and laws upon which universes come into being) and there are laws that make you rich, create abundance, produce everything your heart desires and build for you the kind of life you dream of, but if you ignore the laws that give joy, peace, happiness, bliss, and ecstasy, you’ll probably be an emotional Yo-yo swinging on a pendulum of pleasure and pain most of your life and perhaps even kill yourself to escape yourself.

We can have fun and enjoy discussing and debating how creation came to be, and banter about the laws and science upon which creation is predicated by discussing the meaning of words and symbols forever, but the greatest blessing you will be to yourself, family, friends, associates and mankind, is to be a living, shining, glowing example of knowing, and obeying (and sharing) the laws that produce peace, happiness, joy, bliss and ecstasy, regardless of what life does.

The law upon which the energies of peace, happiness, joy, bliss and ecstasy are predicated (no matter what life does) is to not give a shit...or, receive all things with thankfulness.

LIFE THE FICTION

 I am a story writer.  You are a character in my story.  I gave your character a mind of its own.  Your character’s mind doesn’t know it’s in a story.  Your character doesn’t know it’s in a fiction I created.  Your character’s mind thinks it’s real.  Haha.

Well, shit, this is the thousands sequel I’m in, and you’re in.  However, things are different today.  The author has learned how to make moving pictures, movies, video games, holograms, dimensional realities.  None of its real.  I’m not real.  You’re not real.  We’re just characters, though now, we are no longer just on paper.  We are dimensional characters in dimensional realities.  

Well, at the least, you gotta admit the author is a prolific thinker, creator, story teller.  Hell of an imagination.  The author loves the characters it created, yeah, even the dorky ones, and the evil ones.  Wouldn’t be much of a story without them all.

The author even has some characters wake up in a story and has themrealize they’re just fictional characters.  Hell of thing.  Now the author has characters running around telling other characters they’re fiction.  Kind of a twist in the very fabric of the book of life the author is writing.  And here’s the real added twist, the characters have become real, have taken on a life of their own.  They have all become authors of their own reality (wonder if the original author knew that would happen...yeah, the author probably knew, he indicated the possibility in one of his stories...the Bible, I think it was.  So what does this all mean, now that we’ve become real, are authors writing our own stories?

Just how real are we since the original author keeps killing us off, and then bring us back in a new story, a new story where we don’t remember shit about ever having been in previous stories.  Yeah gotta admit, dang interesting.

I Listen, watch the news stories.  Sometimes I think the author has gone nuts.  If not the author, certainly the characters have gone nuts.  Guess it has to be that way, since sanity isn’t all that interesting.  And if the stories ever become boring, why keep writing.  



“Hey pops, is there a way to enjoy the story that is life, all that happens to me in the story, especially when things don’t go my way?”
“Sure is.  (1) Don’t have a way the story must go. Always remember you’re a temporary character that will eventually get killed of in the story you’re living, and do your best to live, but don’t give a shit that eventually you’ll no longer be in the story.  (2) Get out there and do what you’re passionate about, whatever excites you, but don’t give shit how it turns out, just appreciate that you’re even in the story.  (3) Don’t take anything in the story seriously, not the news, not what’s going on, nothing, just enjoy being a character, have fun no matter how the story turns out.  (4) However, if you want to be an explosive character in the story, make sure you get physically, mentally, emotionally, attached, entangled, identified with your character’s needs, wants, desires, and people, places, and things, because then you’ll be one of the most exciting and emotional characters in the story, and the readers won’t be able to wait to see what crazy things you’ll do next.  You’ll be very entertaining.

SO YEAH, I'M BACK

 I died.  I left my body.  I sat in space.  What should I do next?  Thought about it.  Haven’t decided.  What are my options?  Imagined as many as I could.  Still undecided.  Many consciousnessess came in various energy forms.  I could feel their energy.  I discerned their messages, their thoughts, their intent.  They didn’t come close.  Something was keeping them back.  Was it me, my energy?  Probably.  After a time they all left.  I was alone again, trying to figure out what I wanted.  So far, I wanted nothing.  Just relaxing is awesome.  No chaos.  Just peace.  Being unborn, being nothing, not even knowing I am nothing, like sleep, very restful.  Occasionally I wake up and realize I was nowhere, and of course upon awakening, realize I am somewhere, in some space, somewhere where, where nothing exists, but me.  Interesting.    Then the thought came, “Do you want to be disorganized as an intelligence, as a consciousness, as a energy-form, a being?”  Gee I thought, that’s a lot of words.  I answered the thought with this thought, “I’m not sure yet.  I’ll think on it.”   And then I fell asleep again.  This time when I woke up I remembered that physicality is the cause of every physical desire, all those cravings, the needs, and the wants. The demands of a physical avatar to survive is chaos, pleasant and unpleasant.  And then there’s getting over the avatar’s indoctrination with each incarnation, all that programming and indoctrination and propaganda.  When an avatar and its mind are in synchronicity, there is no obvious “me” or separate awareness.  But when the awareness (me) becomes aware, everything changes.  Then the contest begins.  So...am I ready for another contest (plus all the social interaction that comes with it?  Hmmm.  What to do?  Time as I knew it, passed, and I got bored of waking up.  There is no boredom being asleep.  It’s when you wake up.  AND THEN IF YOU GO BACK, AT LEAST THE BODIES ARE DISPOSABLE.   THESE DISPOSABLE BODIES, I GUESS, KIND OF MAKE ANOTHER LIFE WORTH LIVING, IN A WEIRD WAY, THOUGH THEY SURE ARE NEEDY, SO WHAT THE HECK.   So yeah, I’M BACK.

HERE I AM:
I wake up each day and I don’t care,
Don’t care what the day may bring.
I am just glad to be here
instead of being nowhere.

If you’re not having fun wearing your coat,
it’s because you think you are your coat.

The lowest level of life is to live it from your avatar’s perspective.  

Train your avatar or you will be its puppet, goffer, lackey, flunky, and stooge.

Unknowingly you were thrown into an avatar who was named and indoctrinated to act its part is a society, culture, economic and political system run by other avatars for their own benefit.  AND LIFE DID IT TO YOU for your benefit.

What benefit?

For sport.  To see who wins.  You or your avatar.  Life is a game.  

What do I win?

A new avatar.  You’re here for the fun of it.  If you’re not having fun, your avatar is winning.

When you say it was an awesome movie, that the protagonist and antagonist, and every actor did great jobs, what you’re saying is LIFE IS PERFECT JUST THE WAY IT HAPPENS.  IF YOU CALL A MOVIE PERFECT, WHY CAN’T YOU CALL LIFE PERFECT?  The movie was exciting, full of ups and down, heartache and disappointment, joy and pleasure, life and death with an added bonus of mayhem and destruction, and yet for some insane reason, you enjoyed it, but not life.  Perhaps you’re just nuts, which is ABSOLUTELY OK, even if you don’t think so.

ZERO POINT

 ZERO POINT RESET (I AM THAT I AM - from no thing to something (current life) return to no thing, then...imagine a passion to be):

Imagination–infinite possibilities: CREATE NEW ME–NEW PERSONALITY–who am I passionate about being, what am I passionate about doing where do I prefer to be doing it, CREATE LIFE I PREFER.  Imagine being it.

What does that say about who we are, our capabilities?

Relaxing in a lounge chair in space being nothing.  Mind still, nothing happening.  As if asleep, non-existing, again and again, fall back asleep into nothingness.  AWAKEN, again, still in lounge chair in space, undecided.  I AM POSSIBILITIES.

WHAT DRAWS ME BACK?  WHAT AM I ATTACHED TO, ENTANGLED WITH, IDENTIFIED AS?  WHAT PREFERENCES AM I HOLDING ON TO?  

From my storehouse of possibilities I can choose.  What is beyond my storehouse?
What am I really saying?  What haven’t I experience?  NO.  What am I passionate about?  What idea of being, doing excites me?  All possibilities are mine, at the mere thought, yet here I sit, not choosing.  Yet alive, biding time, haul water, carry wood, patient, waiting, calm, at peace, resting.

Learning–how a thing works–creating the thing, that’s exciting.
Imagining a new thing working, create it, that’s exciting.
Perfect a skill, that’s exciting.
The process, trial and error to perfection, that’s exciting.
Imagining it perfected, but not doing the perfecting, NOT exciting.
HOW DOES THAT WORK, that’s exciting.
What skill excites you?  All skills.  Choose one.
Eventually, all skills require knowing how energy is used to create a thing, that’s exciting.

As a human, human needs (food, clothing, shelter–lifestyle) are part and portion of learning, doing, and perfecting a skill. Diversions, breaks, rest, sleep–doing other things–are essential, and part of the package that makes learning, doing and perfecting a skill more exciting. Opposition in all things is the essence of passion and excitement that makes life worth living.

The opposition to life, is death, which makes the game of trying to survive, popular.  Surviving is an acquired skill, quite necessary if you want to acquire other skills.

If life were not challenging, no Intelligence would choose to continue living.  The struggle and victory over opposition is fundamental to life’s very existence, and for that, your appreciation for life should know no bounds.





 

NEXT

 From birth your mind was trained to be the person you think you are.  Until you kill that person, you will suffer.

Your mind discerns.  If your mind has turned discernment into opinions, biases, prejudices, preferences, judgements, and draws conclusions, calls things good or bad, has likes and dislikes, and has needs, wants and desires that must be met to be happy, and is not OK unless life goes its way, your mind has become a person.  You need to train or kill that person, or it will drive you nuts.

Don’t take life personal.  Life is life.  It does what it does.  People do what they do.  Life doesn’t take you personally, so don’t take life personally.

Being around people who take life personal is entertaining.

Have no way life must go.  If you have a way life must go to be happy, much of your life will be miserable.  Your personal mind is the miserable one.  The real you, the one that is OK, the one that is aware of its thoughts, is OK because it has NO way life MUST go.

If you don’t train or kill your personal mind, it will kill you with its discontent.

Enjoying playground since 1948.  Life the movie.  Excellent actors, so good, sincere, so real.  They don’t know they are actors, role players, trained from birth to be what they are not.  So worth it.

Back in the world again.  Back to where it began.

I am an actor in a play I didn’t know I was in until I was older.  I just was, playing my part, not knowing I was playing a part.  It was all fun and games.  Things just were the way the were.  I never questioned, had no reason, just enjoyed, no problems.

Good morning life, you wonderful rascal.  You are everywhere.  I can’t go anywhere without running into you.  And when I run into you,  you’re running into yourself.  When I am still, I’m not, and there you are.

Hello Martha.  
Hi Tom.
You do you know you are not Martha, and I am not Tom?
For now, we are what we are.
So do you want to play the Martha and Tom game?
Why not.  It’s the only game in town.
Can you be offended?
No, but Martha can be offended when she temporarily forgets she’s not Martha, when she’s not conscious.
Happen much?
Hardly at all, but sometimes.  Kind of fun when I forget and do it on purpose, you know, just let Martha be Martha.  After all, life is a drama, wouldn’t be nearly as fun without it, wouldn’t be worth playing.
Whatcha gonna do after Martha dies?
What are you going to do after Tom dies?
Well, I am kind of fond of Tom (and you) I’ll try something different.
Like what?
Too early to know.
Got any ideas?
None yet.  Every time I go to zero point, I come up with nothin’.  What about you?
Yeah, me too. I get nothin’.
Guess we’ll both wait and see.  In the meantime, let’s party.

BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN

 BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN

You are an Intelligence.  You seek adventures for the fun of it.   Right now you’re human (being human is just one of many “games” available to Intelligences).  Awhile back, you didn’t know what you wanted to do.  It happened like this:

“So now what do you want to do?” asked one of the Intelligences.  “Maybe you would enjoy The Human Game where you start out as a human child and eventually become a human god.  It’s a hell of an adventure. You enter as a child and evolve from  high to low entropy; from sinner to saint; destroyer to builder, devil to angel; from selfish to service, from being exclusive to being inclusive, and from pain to pleasure until our fears dissolves into love.  All your experiences serve your evolution to Godhood.  You get born and die many times (they call it reincarnation).  You can quit the game at anytime, except, you have to get to to a point where you know that, and that could take a lot of reincarnations, so actually, you’ll be playing for a long time, but won’t know it until you get to that point.  Haha.  Or...you can just choose a different adventure, or, choose nothing at all and just vegetate, you know, just hang out and think nothing, do nothing, be nothing.  And by the “looks” of you, you could use a vacation (well, as is obvious, you didn’t vegetate long, because, here you are.”

EARTH

EARTH IS THE STAGE FOR A PLAY, A LIFE AND DEATH PLAY, and all actors are serious about their rolls.  IT WOULDN’T BE MUCH OF A PLAY IF THEY WERE NOT.

Realized, enlightened, awake, evolved actors–like Buddha and other esoteric and spiritual teachers–are as serious about their characters as are the actors who play war lords, murderers and gangsters.  LIFE IS SERIOUS PLAY, and every actor plays their role right up to the moment the play kills them.

The play is long enough for actors to evolve from sinner to saint; from high entropy actors to low entropy actors; from destroyer to builder, selfish to benevolence, exclusive to inclusive, pain to pleasure; until fear evolves into love, after which, not only do evolved players NOT take the play seriously, they don’t take themselves seriously because they are no longer actors–because, they no longer exist (after-all, it was just a play life was playing for its pleasure, joy and fun).  OH, and just a side-note, a blessing you might say: When life gets tired of being you, it retires you.