WHAT YOU MUST REALIZE AND DO TO ENJOY ALL THAT IS LIFE

WHAT TO DO:  Receive all things with thankfulness.  Accept what was, is, will be.  Surrender your body, mind, emotions to what was, is, will be that you “cannot” change.  

BENEFITS: You enjoy life more.  You enjoy all that is life.

DETAILS: Start by enjoying the way your avatar is.  Then enjoy the way all avatars are.  Then enjoy the dance, the game, the play of life.  Enjoy the chaos.  Enjoy Ying and Yang, dark and light, good and evil, dense and enlightenment, health and illness, poverty and wealth, powerful or powerless, glory or infamy, life and death, and enjoy changing what you can, and what you can’t change.  Act like it matters, while knowing it doesn’t.  Be in the world but not of the world.  Win or lose, you win.  You always win.  Enjoy the universe just the way it is.

HOW?  First, foremost, essential, requisite, imperative, necessary, it must happen that YOU experience and realize YOU are not YOUR avatar.  YOU are not your body, mind, emotions.  YOU have an avatar. YOUR avatar is a separate body, with a mind and emotions, and it is not YOU.  What YOU have is YOURS, but YOU are not what YOU have.  YOU own an avatar, like YOU own a pair of shoes, but YOU are not YOUR shoes. YOU have been loaned an avatar.  YOUR avatar is a rental, a temporary physical vehicle, a separate body.  YOU walk around in an avatar.  YOUR avatar is like YOUR coat.  YOU put YOUR coat on and take it off like a hat, gloves, sunglasses.  YOU can be in YOUR car or exit YOUR car at will.  YOU can put on YOUR coat and take it off at will.  YOU can be in YOUR body or walk out of YOUR body at will.

You can train your avatar like you train a child, like you train a dog, or circus animals.  However, your avatar has a mind of its own, a self-aware mind.  Even when trained it will act up on its own, especially the “personal ego” that came programmed genetically and indoctrinate socially, and was also brainwashed and propagandized culturally, religiously, politically, economically, etc etera.  

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR AVATAR?  Tell your avatar to have no way life MUST go.  Tell it to have no physical, mental, emotional needs, wants, desires that MUST be met.  Tell it to have no preferences.  Tell it to not get identified, attached, entangled with people, places, things.  Tell it to do its best for the joy of doing its best, and be thankful for every outcome–to receive all things all its experiences with thankfulness.  And at any time it should fail to do that, YOU, the temporary “owner” of your avatar, accept that your avatar is not yet totally trained to receive all things with thankfulness, and then, YOU, appreciate that YOU inherited a Wiley Coyote AVATAR that will go off the reservation at times and go totally nuts and tell YOU to go to hell.

The more you work to quiet and still the mind of your avatar, the more it too will enjoy all that is life.  After a time, YOUR avatar will enjoy the Earth “wackadoodle” Theme Park as much as YOU do, while having empathy for humans who have not yet realized they are not their avatars.  

YOU and YOUR avatar have empathy for humans who are still physically, mentally, emotionally, attached, entangled, identified with their needs, wants, desires about people, places, things.  You view all asleep humans as children who have not yet become self-aware, who act up and throw temper tantrums and are still crybabies when things don’t go their way (which includes having empathy for YOUR own avatar who hasn’t grown up yet).  

And never forget, LIFE is having a really good time being YOU (YOU are one of life’s avatars) LIFE is YOU and YOUR avatar, which is why LIFE became avatars in the first place, for ITS  joy, pleasure, and entertainment.

POP'S WACKY POETERY

 1.

NO ONE WROTE THIS

Non-existence is the place for me.
It’s the only place where I won’t be.

I have no needs, wants, or desires.
That is the price no place requires.

Once I’m not there, I cannot come back.
No I to slide into a meat sack.

There is no me, no human sidekick.
Without each other we don’t exist.

It took forever to not be me,
Took forever for me to be free.

This is my “Won’t see you later note,”
Which meticulously no one wrote.


1
Did your thoughts not help to make the person that is you?  Of the thoughts you could have thought who else but you did choose?  Like a seed your every thought produces fruit in kind.  Either you are victim of or master of your mind.  

2
I used to think I was human, but my body was acquired. I experienced I am life, and this body will expire.  I am not my avatar.  My avatar’s not me. And you are not your body that explodes if you don’t pee.

3
I think it through before I do, so I don’t rue my poison brew, and have to spew my noxious slew, and then undo my bugaboo, to not get screwed, tied and tattooed, because I blew thinking it through.

5
What I thought is what I got and what I got I thought.  Wise am I if I don’t blame an outside cause that’s not.

6
Life is a bunch of projects,
things to do until dead,
an endless potpourri of hustle and hurry, a do this, no, do that instead.  
I absolutely fathom
the secrets of this life.  
It’s an endless array of prodigious forays, a nettling vexation of strife.   
And when a long day is over,
after all of my pain,
I go to bed tired, have lost all my fire
then wake up and do it again.  
I want breakfast, lunch and dinner,
and something between to do,
and then when I die,
I’ll give a high-five,
and rot in a plot near you.
5
Thinking makes real,
and thinking makes you,
you think it, you feel it,
then you do.  
You take what is and give it a name;
you judge what is
with a biased brain.
It’s virtuous or vile;
 it’s good or it’s bad,
perhaps your beliefs
are driving you mad.  
Your angst and your fear,
your pain and your dread,
surely you know it’s all in your head.  
Life is just life
unless you believe,
it is what it ain’t
and then you’re deceived.  
The pain you inflict
by judging another
is why you’re unloved
except by your mother.
6
Are you a frustrated
and troubled soul,
filled with worry, fear, and dread?
And though among
the living you breathe
do you slouch as if you are dead?  
Do your shoulders droop
and hands hang down?  
Is mournful your very best smile?
And though your mind
is ever as nuts,
is your heart overflowing with bile?  
Are you inclined to pity yourself?  
Is your pillow soaked in tears?
Would you even have a life
without your misery and fears?  
The MIRACLE CURE
is what you need;
with it you’ll no longer whine.
It will cure your woe am I looks
caused by your I am screwed mind.  
If perchance in your pain
you should ask,
“This cure sounds really great;
what must I do to profit from it
before it is too late?”  
My answer true, if you please, is this
(though you may not feel to do)
smile and say a kind word
to someone whose woeful as you.  
Give of yourself and do a kind deed
(a secret gift will do)
and give among the needy poor,
to they who are blessed
less than you.  
And then like sunshine
warms a cold day,
you will feel in your heart and soul,
a glowing light
that makes the dark bright
and takes away your woes.
7
You are NOT your mind.
Your mind is NOT you.  
Your mind IS a tool.
Don’t be its fool.  
8
If you have a way life must go,
sorrow is what you’ll know.  
If you have no way life must go,
joy is all you’ll ever know.  
9
I used to let my mind run wild,
untamed, unruly like a child.  
I didn’t know my mind’s a tool
that makes me wise or a fool.  
I started watching every thought,
banished the foolish ones I caught.  
Base thoughts that will not
leave my mind
I replace with other kinds.  
Two thoughts at once
no one can play
no matter what women may say.
10
When it’s a done deal
when it’s a fact
and you can’t undo it
because that’s that,
you have two choices:
You can resist
that which you can’t change,
get upset and angry,
condemn and cast blame,
or you can surrender
to that moment in time
and deal with it pleasantly
with clearness of mind.
11
Do not trust a human mind.
At your best, you too are blind.  
Prove everything that you can.  
Don’t fall prey to a con-man.  
Best intentions can turn foul.  
Best be wise or you’ll get screwed.
12
Do unto others
as you want done to you
is a practical rule
that most often proves true.
If you’re selfish and mean,
a creep in disguise,
may the pain that you suffer
open your eyes.
If you’re kind and loving,
a saint in the flesh,
the joy that you give
is the joy that you get.
13
”It is, what it is,”
is what I say,
when life doesn’t
go my way.
14
I had my heart set on it.  
My mind said this way must be.  
Then faster than an eagle
life took it away from me.  
I learned from my experiences,
gained understanding to know,
life will break the strongest heart
of a mind that is set in stone.  
I now put my heart into it,
but on it my heart’s not set,
and my mind like the eagle
soars free and without regret.
15
To earth your bound,
your journey to commence.  
Take with you this dictum sound
into a world of recompense:
How you view the world,
is your world.

17
If the shoe fits,
I just admit;
I take the hit,
don’t throw a fit,
and keep my wits.  
  18
Expect the best,
be at peace with the rest,
or “rest in peace”
is all the peace you’ll get.
19
Your first breath was a battle-cry,
and your last breath will be a sigh,
and in-between is mystery,
wonder and magic
as you spin life’s realities
into your own.  
So mount-up, rise to the challenge,
engage the adventure
for all you are worth,
for in old-age and with fond reflection
you will realize it was the struggle,
the fight and the battle
that made life worth living.  
Yet how serene and joyful you will be
 if you engaged the wrath of life
with a cheerful heart
and vanquished your foes
with a smile, a chuckle,
and a mighty laugh
because you now know,
life’s insanity was but your own.
20
Without mind,
without thought,
without words,
without names,
life is all that remains.  
No judgment,
no complaint,
no devil,
no saint.  
Joy is all you know,
when you let go.
21

I am
who I think I am
which makes me
who I am.  
Life is
what I think it is
which makes my life
what it is.  
22
A plane carrying two guys
crashes on a snow-topped hill.  
To their surprise,
they are alive
‘cause neither got too killed.  
One takes a broken wing
and skis a most awesome drift.  
Two gets mad,
not at all glad,
enraged he falls off a cliff
(perspective is everything).

23
Brother and sister going
to visit their dying pop.  
Their car breaks down,
makes a loud sound,
comes to a grumbling stop.  
The car gets fixed and purring,
but at hospital too late.  
Sister depressed,
failed-heart is the guess,
exits to the pearly gates
(stress kills).
24
I relive my nightmares
and regret my every fling.  
Dumb thing to do,
just makes me blue,
cause it don’t change a thing.  
Yes, life is a potpourri,
mixture of pleasure and pain.  
Pity and regret
double the stress,
cause mind and body to strain
(thoughts affect health).

25
I once had a lot of friends,
family that loved me too.  
But I complain about my pain,
they avoid me ’cause I do.  
I get upset and angry
and irritable as well.   
Argue a lot, fight on the spot,
my life is a living hell
(Stupid affects relationships).
26
I used to be good looking,
but I prematurely aged.  
These old age spots
are awful thoughts,
I think I am their slave.   
And now a final thought
before I go away:
life is real grand
or a migraine head-slam,
depending on what my thoughts say.
27
What you think is true,
has great power over you,
and belief as well
can make your life a living hell,
or heaven on earth,
depending upon your mirth.  
Your thoughts and beliefs
feed your joy or your grief.
28
If I am blue, boohoo or sad
and can’t seem to find my glad,
I name again my blessings sure
and then I am woeful no more.  
It’s my thoughts,
not my circumstance
that causes me to slouch or dance.  
I am aware, compare my place
in the life of the human race,
and realize I could be off worse
if I were mulching in a hearse.
29
If I have thoughts I do not like
I tell them to take a hike.  
I think thoughts that inspire,
avoid the ones that stir my fire.  
Mean thoughts create mean words,
better that they’re never heard.   
Some thoughts might make me mad;
I don’t think them, keeps me glad.  
I think thoughts that make me smile,
keep them in my mental file.  
If kind and loving thoughts I do,
I’m always happy, never blue.  
I live life the way I think,
in peaceful joyful wonderment.
30
You can’t know up
if you haven’t been down,
and you don’t know square
if there’s no round,
surely you know this is true.  
You know pleasure
because you know pain,
and you know loss
because you know gain,
which makes you nobody’s fool.
31
Be thankful for opposites,
for without them,
life would be preposterous.

32
I passed beyond the world today,
crossed to the other side,
and walked among the living there
who recently had died.  
There are no frowns,
no furrowed brows,
no worries and no fears.  
There are no lonely hearts
yearning to return to here.  
They’re happy there, their joy is full,
with family and with friends,
and meadows green
and clear blue skies
and peace that never ends.  
In loving memory they recall,
with fondness they embrace,
their journey in a troubled world
among the human race.  
Those days are done, no trials now,
no more hearts of stone,
for all is love and love is all
in that eternal home.


The secret to enjoying
all that is life
is to have no way
life must go.

MIND STAGNATION IS A HORRIBLE DISEASE

 MIND STAGNATION IS A HORRIBLE DISEASE

I don’t let my mind tell me what is or is not possible.  I figure anything and everything is possible, including things like light bulbs and airplanes (and here it is the year 1492 and Columbus sailed the ocean blue and toilets have not yet been invented) and no cell phones either, and I won’t even mention that I can visualize a chili dog with extra onions and it appears on a gold plate filled with chips smothered with melted cheese, and God forbid I mention words describing things that there are no words yet to describe them (so I won’t) but there are words like zassmalox, and fangrallimores, and of course my favorite, loximallas.  I can’t even use old words to give you an idea of what they are.

Anyway, if you stick around long enough you’ll know those things too, and “Oh Yeah,” if your body wears out you can get a new one, and really good one if you’re high up enough in the ruling class, and if not, well...better luck next time.

Don’t let your mind tell you what is or is not possible.  If you are open to what is currently considered impossible, being possible, the impossible becomes reality.  It’s just how the universe works.  And obviously it’s not your fault.  But for you, if you limit the possible, that is your fault, and so are your consequences.  Mind stagnation is a horrible disease.

I WOKE UP ONE DAY AND SAID, "It is what it is."

 IT IS WHAT IT IS

I woke up one day and realized I had been programmed and indoctrinated with a theology–a religion–a religion that I was required to believe, and I was forbidden to question it.  It’s basis was belief and faith, and if I questioned or doubted, I was accused and ridiculed for not having enough belief and faith.  After waking up I decided to dump the programs and indoctrination and look at life and myself as it really is.

Me, a human body with a self-aware mind and emotions, popped out of the earth via a pregnant woman–my mom--and her diet.  Truly, a human is an avatar of earth.  It’s a thinking, talking, walking earth mobile–a portion of earth mobilized, and it has a limited life span, maybe a hundred years if it’s unlucky.

After waking up I looked around.  I saw earth, water, air, sunshine and realized I was on life support, or rather, I was alive because of systems that support human life, and bugs, systems I did not make, but was subject to.  “Nice job,” I thought, “Wonder how and why it exists, and why I exist (though I know I am the result of two strangers bumping pelvises without my permission–‘Happy birthday to me’)?”

I decided to call the power that created everything I sense, Nature.  Then I wondered, “Though I and everything else popped out of the earth, or hangs around the earth, what’s it all made of.  Of course the answer was energy–things that move (“Thank you microscopes”).

So, I am made of energy.  I am an energy form.  “What motivates me?  What motivates this hunk of energy?”  I thought about it and decided that breathing, moving, doing things is fun.  Learning is fun.  Having new experiences is fun.  And I like comfort too, as well as challenge, excitement, risk and danger.  So, since I am here for a time I figured I might as well enjoy myself.

As I got older I realized that a lot of human earth mobiles do not have fun, are not at all happy that they were popped out of the earth without their permission.  And it goes without saying that a lot of earth mobiles were born with disabilities–physical, mental, and emotional–and when they looked around and compared themselves with others they felt they got shafted, got the short end of the stick, which included be born to parents that weren’t too happy about having kids, and of course I won’t mention funky living conditions compared to other earth mobiles.  OK, so I concluded, “Life’s not fair.”  And I don’t know why life’s not fair.

After awhile I just accepted the reality that life does what it does, and everybody gets what they get.  Sure, I looked around and saw prettier and handsomer earth mobiles than me, and more athletic ones, smarter ones, richer ones, and I said to myself, “So what?  I got what I got and I am going to make the best of what I got.”

So now, at old age, I figure nature is this way: I does what it does (not for me, or my sake) for its happiness, joy, pleasure and entertainment, just like earth mobiles do things for their happiness, joy, pleasure and entertainment, and if I am wrong, so be it, but I am enjoying my old age just as much as my young age, and why not, it is what it is, and it is what I make it, and I am making the best of it.

NO ONE WROTE THIS

 NO ONE WROTE THIS

Non-existence is the place for me.
It’s the only place where I won’t be.

I have no needs, wants, or desires.
That is the price no place requires.

Once I’m not there, I cannot come back.
No I to slide into a meat sack.

There is no me, no human sidekick.
Without each other we don’t exist.

It took forever to not be me,
Took forever for me to be free.

This is my “Never see you later note,”
Which meticulously no one wrote.

NO DIFFERENCE WHICH LURE YOU BITE

 There is no difference between joy, sorrow, pleasure, pain, entertainment , boredom in the game of life.  Each is a game piece.  Game pieces are only found in a game.  As long as you’re addicted to game-pieces they are the lures attached to the lines and poles that life uses to hook you like a fish.

What is life?  

I was in space pondering life and saw every energy form disassemble and return to energy particles unorganized.  Almost immediately I saw energy particles reform and become new life forms.

What humans call life comes and goes like the swing of a pendulum, like a speedometer from zero to a hundred and back to zero, over and over again and again, until the car crashes.  

Why does nature cycle from energy unorganized to energy-organized and back to energy unorganized?

It is not known if anyone knows the answer to why nature does what it does.  The forces of nature are a scientific mystery.  What is known, humans pursue happiness, joy, pleasure and entertainment, and nature provides the stage and actors, and does it, perhaps, for its own happiness, joy, pleasure and entertainment.

It doesn’t matter why nature does what it does, but it does matter why humans do what they do.  It matters to humans who want a pleasant and comfortable life without having to kill all the assholes trying to destroy it.

THE HERMITAGE - CHAPTER ONE

A young man knocked on the hermitage gate.  And old man went to the gate and asked, “What is wanted?”  
“I want to know why there is life, and how it came to be?”  He said.  “My name is Tom.”
The old man chuckled empathetically, and thought to himself, “another young Intelligence.  He has not yet realized life’s secret.  He’ll make a good gardener, cook, or dishwasher, perhaps for many years, even a lifetime.  “Welcome,” said the old man.  “Join us for a meal.  My name is Nemesis.”
Tom joined a dozen men of various ages.  After dinner they sat in the garden, some rolled cigarettes, while others sat motionless with their eyes closed. Tom broke the silence and asked, “How come some of you smoke?”
Hearing the question a few of the sages went into coughing fits and grumped away.  Nemesis laughed.  He was too old to rebuke the upstart.  He’d save that for the younger sages who will be merciless.  “We call them ‘Stay Sticks,’ ” said Nemesis.  You’ll learn why if they let you remain here.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” said Tom.  “I just came for the answers about life.”  
Though Nemesis smiled fatherly like, he wanted to take the kid over his knees and thrash the shit out of him.  What an upstart he thought.  Then he smiled at his avatar’s thoughts of mayhem, and said, “I will tell you, but it is  better for you to experience it for yourself.  We can teach you how to do that, whereas telling you will just create another belief, and belief is not knowing.”
“I’m OK with belief,” said Tom.  “It’s not like anyone actually knows the truth.”
With that said had Nemesis had not been in charge of his avatar, it would have jumped up and choked the living shit out Tom, but instead Nemesis laughed, and said, “You’re welcome to stay the night,” and he walked away.  He was only slightly astonished at this new set of avatars life had unleashed on Earth.  
“The trickster, ever full of wonderful surprises,” thought Nemesis as he retired for the evening.  “Let’s see what shit life has in store for tomorrow’s adventure.”

CHAPTER TWO
 

LIFE ITSELF IS THE GREAT ILLUSION

 DISCLAIMER:

Life is for entertainment purposes only.  Should you take life seriously, you should seek mental counseling from a certified and licensed government authorized specialist who cannot be sued for his bullshit.


LIFE ITSELF IS THE GREAT ILLUSION

Life is a game life plays for its pleasure, joy, and entertainment.

The delicious illusions of life are many.  Insanity is the accepted norm.

When a human avatar is  no longer influenced by the traps of power, wealth, glory, joy, pleasure and entertainment, half the battle for sanity is won.  

It’s not that parts of life are a problem.  Life itself is the problem.

Being fit for life is not a compliment, neither is being human.

Calling cause, effect, action and reaction Karma, is the same as saying life causes life. Life itself is karma.  The only time there is no karma is when there is no life.

Life is the greatest illusion.

Being alive, being a self-aware conscious intelligent energy-field-form avatar, whether corporal, or one of the many less than corporal energy-field-forms, is the very thing sages of Buddhism rail against–and rightly so.

Teaching that ignorance never was happiness, teaching that the purpose of life is to gain appreciation through experiencing opposites so that one knows it is experiencing joyful energy, and teaching that the purpose of life is to have experiences to gain knowledge, understanding, wisdom, and for one to say that it enjoys all that is life, is the same as saying, “I know life is a game of Chess, Risk, and Monopoly, and I know how to win, and the only way to win is not to play.

The reward for discovering the meaning of life, the purpose of life, discovering where you came from why you are here and where you are going, or, stated simply, when you discover why there is life, the reward is, you exit life.

The game life plays is so alluring and enchanting that it takes life times of lives before human avatars no longer want to play.  

Human avatar’s of life get physically, mentally, emotionally attached entangled, identified with their needs, wants, desires, and with people, places, and things.

Doing things, having experiences, riding on the wild side of life and death, feeling all the emotional energies life offers is intoxicating.  Eventually, you will decline getting drunk.  Eventually, you, a self-aware conscious intelligent energy-field-form avatar, whether corporal or one of your many less than corporal energy-field-forms-human-avatars will choose not to  get plastered, soused, or drunk.  Until then, saddle-up.

By the way, everything on earth, and in your mind, are game pieces for life’s game.  You are a chess piece at war, playing risk, placing houses on a monopoly board called Earth, whereas your biases, prejudices, opinions, beliefs, judgements, philosophies, theologies, theories, and conclusions that create your perspectives, point-of-view, and attitudes are your mental game pieces that make the game thrilling, exciting, and deadly.

WHERE DID CHICKENS COME FROM?

I grew up on a farm and died on the farm and never questioned why I was born a chicken.  
When Nemesis was immersed in love he was love, and lost all concept that he had ever been Nemesis.  He became love energy itself.   Nemesis was gone, never to return.  He had merged back into what he was before he became Nemesis.

From mindless energy comes mindful energy and eventually returns to mindless energy.

Human mind want to know stuff.  Chicken minds don’t.  
If chickens had human minds they would have funerals.

Once upon a time there was mindless energy hanging out in space.  Unknown to mindless energy, it was subject to its nature which was to mindlessly and spontaneously be attracted or repulsed by another magnet’s energy field.  

Since energy mindlessly acts and is acted upon, eventually mindless energy became a mind.  That’s when all hell broke out.  Mindful energy-fields could now use mindless energy to create different vibrational energy fields.  And that’s why there are chickens.

Mindful energy fields get a energy high , a energy kick out of experimenting with its abilities to morph itself into various energy-forms and energy-fields, just to feel how it feels.

From no mind, to mind, and back to no mind is the journey and cycle of life, and in between there are chickens.

Looking back to before I was part of a mindful energy-form, or field of energy that could think, I was just a piece of energy.  I didn’t even know I existed, and I didn’t know I had natural and spontaneous abilities (natural action and reaction, cause and effect) to be attracted or repulsed by other particles of energy and their energy-fields.

However, one day I suddenly and miraculously became conscious and aware that I was part of a field of energy, an energy-form that was thinking.  I had never done that before.  It was like waking up and suddenly realizing I am alive.  It’s like a two-year old kid asking, “What am I?  Where did I come from?  Why am I here? Where am I going.  What is happening to me?”  The child’s mind will eventually mature and will want to know how did it become conscious and self-aware, and what’s the purpose of consciousness and awareness.

Mindless energy became a mind and continues to experiment with itself by morphing into all kinds of energy-fields and energy-forms just to feel its self-created energy-fields of joy, pleasure and entertainment.

WHY YOU LEFT HOME

 NO BLAME, NO GAME, JUST PERFECTION. UNFOLDING.  ENJOYING MY LIFE REGARDLESS OF WHAT EXPERIENCES I HAVE.  I RECEIVE ALL THINGS WITH THANKFULNESS.  I HAVE NO NEEDS THAT MUST BE MET, NO WANTS THAT MUST BE MET, AND NO DESIRES THAT MUST BE FULFILLED.  I AM NOT ATTACHED, ENTANGLED OR IDENTIFIED MENTALLY EMOTIONALLY PHYSICALLY WITH PEOPLE, PLACES, THINGS.  I DO MY BEST FOR THE JOY OF DOING MY BEST.  I WORK FOR AN OUTCOME, BUT WHATEVER THE OUTCOME I AM THANKFUL FOR THE EXPERIENCE.  I HAVE LOVE AND EMPATHY FOR ALL WHO ARE EXPERIENCING PAIN, AND YET KNOW IT IS PART OF THEIR EVOLUTION.  I HAVE NO WAY LIFE MUST GO.

I DON’T KNOW WHERE I AM IN THE EVOLUTIONARY PROCESS, BUT I ENJOY DAILY LIFE, AND WHEN I DIE, MAYBE I CAN COME BACK FOR MORE ADVENTURES.

IF ONE OF LIFE’S PURPOSES FOR HUMANS ISN’T JOY, PLEASURE AND ENTERTAINMENT, WHY IS THERE SO MUCH OF IT?  IN THE MEANTIME WE EVOLVE OUT OF INDIVIDUALITY EVENTUALLY.

MY SPIRITUAL FRIEND IS NAMED NEMESIS (EITHER THAT, OR I GAVE HIM THAT NAME).  HE IS FUNNY AND HELPFUL.

ETERNITY, ETERNALLY IMMERSED IN LOVE, INDIVIDUAL YET ONE, YOU ARE LOVE ( BACK AT HOME) BUT ARE SENT OUT TO GAIN APPRECIATION OF THAT LOVE BY EXPERIENCING ITS OPPOSITE.  IGNORANCE NEVER WAS HAPPINESS, AND ONE KNOWS NOT IT IS HAPPY UNTIL EXPERIENCING ITS OPPOSITE.

SO NOW YOU ARE HOME AND YOU APPRECIATE THE LOVE SO MUCH YOU NEVER WANT TO LEAVE FOR THE EXPERIENCES OF EARTH.

IF YOU EXPERIENCE THAT LOVE FULLY WHILE HERE, LIFE IS TO PAINFUL TO STAY.  LIFE BECOMES SOMEWHAT BLA BY COMPARISON.  BUT THEN IF YOU DO COME BACK, YOU COME BACK TO SERVE THE ONES WHO LEFT HOME TO GAIN APPRECIATION.

WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO IF YOU WANT TO DEVOLVE BACK TO NO THING

 What are you?  You are nothing, NO THING that became something when a portion of energy formed naturally into a conscious, self-aware energy form (temporarily).

What is a human?  A human is a temporary avatar, coat, a vehicle for a conscious self-aware energy form.

Can I go back to being nothing?  Yes.

How?

It’s a natural process that requires devolution.  You devolve by having no physical, mental, emotional attachments, identity, entanglements with your human vehicle’s needs, wants, desires for people, places, things.  Until then you are happily screwed.

DON'T TELL

 Again I am a human, temporarily, but this time I know what and who I am.  I am no thing that evolved into something (a conscious self-aware intelligence) that entered into a human.  This human is my avatar, my coat, my vehicle for the Earth Adventure.

I am only in my human sixteen hours a day.  The other eight hours I am again no thing, an unconscious, unaware intelligence, temporarily.

Life (energy) is a mindless, purposeless natural process that evolves conscious, self-aware intelligences that have purpose, and that do things for their joy, pleasure, and entertainment.

Energy is unbound, limitless, infinite until a portion evolves naturally into an energy-form that is bound, limited and finite as a conscious, self-aware intelligences.

A conscious, self-aware energy-form seeks experiences, adventures, challenges, risks, and the unknown for its joy, pleasure and entertainment, which is why it enters other energy-forms.  Life is about having experiences. When an experience is over it seeks other experiences.  When an Earth Adventure ends, it seeks other earth adventures.  When an avatar, coat, or vehicle energy-form wears out, it seeks a new model.

Not knowing that you are a conscious, self-aware, intelligence having a temporary human experience makes your experiences a more profound, impactful, mysterious thrills and chills exhilarating ride.  

Once you know what you are, it’s still a chills and thrills ride, but it lacks some of the excitement, though it does cause you to enjoy all that is life–every experience.  

Knowing what you really are is a trade off, less excitement, more joy.  So perhaps you might consider not telling humans what they really are. 

I AM A VISITOR ON EARTH

 I AM A VISITOR ON EARTH

I am a visitor.  I am visiting earth.  The vehicle I am using came out of the earth, but I didn’t.  I am a portion of the universal mind in a body.  When this body goes back into the earth, I’ll no longer be bound within it.  

The sum of many little things are part of, and make up, one thing, therefore “I” (one little thing) make up and am part of one bigger thing–life itself.

At a funeral we say goodbye to the vehicle.  Perhaps we are also saying goodbye to a portion of the universal mind.  However, we make a big deal out of saying goodbye to the vehicle.

(Why the vehicle, which came out of the earth, makes such a mess on the earth is rather strange since the vehicle is part of the earth.  Why do we do that?  Why do we not honor the earth more?).  

I am practicing leaving my temporary vehicle.  It’s like walking out of my house and going back in.  I walk out of the door and back in through the door, over and over again.  I make sure not to shut and lock the door.  If I do that I won’t be able to get back in, so I keep it open.  I can’t do it for long but it works for short time.

When I am out, I am no longer bound by the limitations of my temporary house, or vehicle.  I can do whatever I imagine or think.  I am liberated from the constraints of the house.

When I am in my house/vehicle, I now watch it like I am outside it.  It’s a strange way of watching it.  I watch it typing, drinking coffee, smoking, sitting in the sunshine watching traffic.  I can watch it from behind it, to left, right, or look at it square in the face, and yet I am in it.  I can even move across the room and sit in a different chair than it is sitting in and watch it.  I can even fly away from it and still observe it sitting there.  Very strange.

As I watch it I almost consider it a stranger even though it has been my house for seventy-six years.  I know it pretty good having lived in it.  And yet, this house is an individual.  It has a mind and a life of its own.  It does what it does for its joy, pleasure, and entertainment, plus it does what it needs to do to survive.

I’ve even watched my vehicles funeral.  I walked out my vehicle for the last time.  I see no details of its demise, but I am aware of family and friends thinking about me.

I look at them.  I appreciate them for being part of my vehicle’s life, but I am not attached to their vehicles.  After all, they too are just in temporary vehicles.  Without their vehicles, they and I are one life, or rather, life itself.

When I am out of my vehicle’s form, I can enter any form I choose, even a toaster, or I can just morph into the form of a toaster, a chair, or a cold or hot breeze, or a cat, dog, or mouse.  Being a flower is delightful, even morphing into a smoking cigarette, or the smoke is delightful.  It’s all child’s play.  Though I am aware of the law of diminishing returns.  After awhile the excitement subsides and I choose to be other forms and do other things, until their newness wears off.

SO WHAT'S THE POINT

I wake up in the morning back in my body (this vehicle I use to experience DEATH WORLD EARTH, THE WILDEST THEME PARK WEST OF THE PECOS) singing, “I’m back in the saddle again...riding the range once more...packing my 44...I’m back in the saddle again.”

I like DEATH WORLD.  It’s a hoot visiting here.  Sixteen hours out of twenty-four I get to enjoy it.  The other eight hours this human-body-vehicle I’m riding has to sleep, has to recuperate so it doesn’t get saddle sores.   As soon as this body falls asleep, I exit stage left and go home to my other temporary life in the astral world.

Why do I leave the astral world to play in the much denser world of DEATH?  Because there’s death there, unlike in the astral world.  

The astral world is like drinking decaff coffee.   Not very stimulating.  DEATH WORLD is real coffee.   Energizing like hell (I’ll tell you about that world later)  The astral world is like  day dreaming.  DEATH WORLD is like a nightmare.  Delightfully terrifying.

In the astral world you don’t feel things intensely. It’s the difference between getting hit with a nerf hammer or a steel hammer.  It’s the difference between a stunt man falling and knowing he is going to land on a fluffy mattress and still be alive, and a human falling and not sure what he is going smash into or if he will become part of the landscape.  Thrilling, right?

Earth life is exciting.  And it comes with a bonus.  At first you don’t know why you’re there, don’t know where where is, and you don’t know your away from home.  You don’t even know you’re in a them park.

There are worlds more terrifying and exciting than earth worlds.  I went on vacation on a atypical world.  Here’s what it was like.  Try to imagine it:

You’re in a world where gravity shifts willy nilly, never knowing whether your next step will propel you into space or drag you into a hole; don’t know whether your boat will float or sink because water can suddenly turn to vapor; you don’t know whether you will wake up in the morning being the same person you were when you fell asleep.  Sometimes you wake up not even being a person.  IT WAS A SUPER COOL WORLD.

SO WHAT’S THE POINT?  I am here in this dense physical world, enjoying this theme park, and when this vehicle gets too old and it’s too painful to enjoy doing things, I’ll go back to my temporary astral home and figure out what my next adventure is going to be.  But right now I’m enjoying this old body, this old age experience.  Hell, I might never be this old again.

ANSWERING QUESTIONS ABOUT LIFE

Depending on what plane of thought you look at life, determines your answers to questions about life (however, in the stillness of silence, in the empty space of no thing, you are home, a place that never was a thing).

At the highest plane of thoughts about life, your answers are few and simple: Life is perfect.  You know that life has no problems with it doing life its way.  You view life (people, places, things and whatever they do or whatever happens) as perfect.  You see “God” having a really good time being you, being every one, and every thing else.  You see “God” in each disguise it wears, in each mask, in each temporary energy-form, whether human, animal, vegetable, earth, water, air, and sun.  At the highest level you judge nothing, but rather are in awe, reverence, veneration and appreciation for all creation, for all that is life.


At lower plane of thoughts about life, your answers to questions about life depend on your physical, mental, emotional needs, wants, desires, identification, attachments, entanglements, with people, places, things.  You view life through your genetic inheritance (body, mind, emotions) and the training, programming, indoctrination, brainwashing an propaganda you have been subject to since birth.  At the lowest plane you live life in your mind, especially your personal mind, your ego.

I STOLE A HUMAN BODY

I stole a human body thinking it would be a joyride, but quickly discovered it was a hell ride.  It was a baby human body and I couldn’t even steer it, and it had no brakes, but it had a hell of a loud horn when it got hungry, shit and peed itself, heard loud noises, got tired, cranky or otherwise upset, especially when its parents couldn’t find its pacifier.  The only rest I got was when it was asleep.

This human body was designed by the Genetic Corporation and came with weird features.  But if that wasn’t crazy enough, it got trained, programmed, indoctrinated, brainwashed and propagandized by the Idiot’s R Us Corporation.  By the time it was a teenager it was total mess (“What the hell did I get myself into?”).

Aside from weird physical features, this human body came with three mental features.  A memory bank, an information processor (both useful) and a lunatic feature.  When this body’s mind is in lunatic mode even the devil runs like hell.

It took a long time, all its teen years plus a few legal drinking years to train it a little bit (sometimes I wonder who is training who) but I’ve gotten used to this body, this wackadoodle vehicle with its, “What the hell are you plotting now,” mind and emotions.  But even now at the age of seventy-six, I have to watch its mind like a hawk, or it wanders off, or it plays a song on eternal repeat, or wants to know why the hell it ever got born. I keep telling it the truth, but its not much of a believer.  It wants to experience the truth for itself.  I think its driving me nuts.  But it’s sure been one hell of a ride so far, and I suspect the next few years are going to be dynamite, one mind blowing experience after another until I walk out of this body the same way I came in, excited just to be alive.

At this point you might ask, “Who am I that stole this vehicle?”  You could say that I am the ghost in this machine.  Some call me spirit or soul.  I prefer cosmic dude.  My name is Nemesis (and I didn’t really steal this body.  I was assigned to it by the people upstairs.  I figure they know what they’re doing.  If not, it’s still a hell of a joy ride).

MINI-ME and LIFE

 The happenings in a human are a microcosm of what happens on Earth, and Earth is a larger microcosm of happenings in the macro cosmic universe.

Life is a willy-nilly chaotic series of random happening moving in space like a perfectly tuned atomic clock.

Micro germs to macro galaxies appear and disappear like cosmic actors going for coffee.

Life on Earth is ancient tribes, New York Sky Lines, hilly billy life and mechanized farms rolled into a popcorn ball eaten by time.

And here I sit on a log in a forest contemplating it all and have to pee.  I get up and return part of myself to where I came from wondering, “What’s the point?”  

Life is a coiled spring pulled and pushed popping up like a jack-in-the-box and forced back down by a gleeful two-year old learning cause and effect, but when death knocks, won’t know why he was born.

“I am the universe and I do what I do for my joy and pleasure and entertainment,” said a voice in my head, “and I excuse not myself, and glory in the doing.”

“So there you have it,” said I to myself.  “I am one micro life happening within the one macro life, which means life and mini-me are one life peeing on each other for the fun of it.

I AM A HUMAN SHAPED AVATAR FOR A PORTION OF GOD-CONSCIOUSNESS, OR AWARENESS--WE TALK

 I AM WRITING THIS KNOWING I AM A TEMPORARY HUMAN-BODY, WITH A MIND, AND EMOTIONS.  

I WAS BORN OF EARTH AND WILL DIE AND RETURN TO EARTH.  

I AM NOT THE PORTION OF GOD-CONSCIOUSNESS THAT USUALLY IS WRITING.  

I KNOW A PORTION OF GOD-CONSCIOUS RESIDES IN, THROUGH, AND ROUNDABOUT ME. THAT GOD-CONSCIOUSNESS, OR AWARENESS IS RIDING ME LIKE A MOTORCYCLE.  THE AWARENESS IS USING MY BODY, MIND, AND EMOTIONS.  THE AWARENESS OR GOD CONSCIOUSNESS IS NOT ME, IS NOT MY BODY, MIND, AND EMOTIONS.

I AM A TEMPORARY CLOAK, VEHICLE, MASK, A DISGUISE FOR GOD-CONSCIOUSNESS.  
I HAVE A LIFE “SEPARATE” FROM GOD-CONSCIOUSNESS, EVEN THOUGH I AM MADE OF A PORTION OF ALL ENERGY IN THE UNIVERSE.

I AM MADE OF ENERGY.  I AM AN ENERGY-FORM.

I AM A HUMAN SHAPED AVATAR FOR A PORTION OF GOD-CONSCIOUSNESS, OR AWARENESS.

I ARRIVED OUT OF THE EARTH, WAS BORN TO HUMAN PARENTS, AND I INHERITED PORTIONS OF THEIR GENETIC CODE, WHICH DETERMINED MY PHYSICAL, MENTAL, EMOTIONAL ATTRIBUTES.  I ARRIVED PROGRAMMED.

AFTER MY BIRTH I WAS  TRAINED, PROGRAMMED, CONDITIONED, BRAINWASHED AND PROPAGANDIZED.

THE AWARENESS RESIDING IN ME, AND I (THE BODY IT IS RIDING IN) TALK.  WE HAVE CONVERSATIONS.  WHAT FOLLOWS IS ONE OF THOSE CONVERSATIONS.

ONE CONSCIOUSNESS, MANY PERMUTATIONS

1.  THERE IS ONE ENERGY, MANY PERMUTATIONS.
2.  THERE IS ENERGY THAT IS NOT IN FORM, AND THERE IS ENERGY IN FORM.
3.  ENERGY IS IN, THROUGH AND ROUNDABOUT ALL THINGS.
4.  ENERGY IS OMNIPRESENT, OMNISCIENT, OMNIPOTENT.
5.  ENERGY ORGANIZED INTO FORMS (PEOPLE, PLACES, THINGS)
6.  FORMS ARE AVATARS FOR THE ONE-ENERGY AND ITS PERMUTATIONS.   
7.  AVATARS ARE MASKS AND DISGUISES GOD WEARS.

I CALL ALL THE ENERGY IN THE UNIVERSE, GOD, OR GOD-CONSCIOUSNESS.

1.  SINCE GOD IS ENERGY, AND ITS PERMUTATIONS,
2.  SINCE GOD IS EVERY FORM,
3.  SINCE GOD IS IN, THROUGH AND ROUNDABOUT ALL THINGS,
4.  SINCE GOD IS OMNIPRESENT, OMNISCIENT, OMNIPOTENT,
5.  SINCE GOD IS EVERY FORM, EVERY PERSON, PLACE, AND THING,
6.  SINCE GOD IS EVERY AVATAR,
7.  SINCE GOD IS EVERY MASK AND DISGUISE, GOD FEELS, IS AWARE AND CONSCIOUS OF WHAT EACH AVATAR EXPERIENCES.
8.  GOD, THROUGH ITS FORMS, FEELS EMPATHY, AND IS AWARE OF ITS AVATARS.

ONE CONSCIOUSNESS, MANY PERMUTATIONS.  WHEN A PERMUTATION (A PORTION OF THE ONE CONSCIOUSNESS–YOU) CEASE TO FOCUS ON YOURSELF, YOU CAN BE CONSCIOUS OF ALL CREATION, OR CONSCIOUS OF ANY PERMUTATIONS (WHEN FOCUSING).

WHAT IS AN AVATAR?  AN AVATAR IS THE SUIT, CLOAK, VEHICLE USED BY A PORTION OF GOD-CONSCIOUSNESS OR AWARENESS.

AN AVATAR HAS A SELF-AWARE MIND.  IT KNOWS WHAT IT IS THINKING, AND IT THINKS OF ITSELF AS A INDIVIDUAL PERSONAL PERSONA.

IF A CHILD ASKS, “WHAT AM I?”   THE CORRECT ANSWER IS, "YOU ARE A PORTION OF GOD, A PORTION OF GOD-CONSCIOUSNESS OR AWARENESS IN A BODY THAT IS AN AVATAR FOR THAT PORTION OF GOD-CONSCIOUSNESS, AND YOUR BODY HAS A SELF-AWARE MIND.  YOUR BODY HAS NEEDS, WANTS, AND DESIRES, AS DOES YOUR BODY’S MIND.  YOUR BODY’S MIND GETS PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY, EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED, ENTANGLED AND IDENTIFIED WITH ITS NEEDS, WANTS, DESIRES, PEOPLE, PLACES, THINGS.”

Energy (God) IS ALL ITS expressions

 Energy (God) is experiencing ALL ITS expressions

God is you; God is me; God is the cat, dog, rattlesnake, earth, water, wind, fire, all storms and all calm summer nights.  God is literally being and experiencing everything.

God is experiencing all joy and sorrow, pain and pleasure, acceptance and rejection, exclusiveness, inclusiveness, all creation and destruction, and all things human judge good and bad; good and evil; virtuous and vile; and all human likes and dislikes.

God is experiencing all human mental, physical, emotional needs, wants, desires, all identities, entanglements and attachments to people, places, things.

God is experiencing all things, OR,  God is not in, through, and roundabout all things, and is not omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent.

WITH THAT SAID (meaning God does know or doesn’t know what humans go through) US AVATARS have empathy for the suffering of OTHER AVATARS (except for insane avatars who only love themselves and get to experience their self-created blow back–action, reaction, cause, effect: consequences.