EVERYTHING IS OK
Intelligence does things, builds things, creates things, creates people and places for many reasons, reasons like usefulness, utility, pleasure, amusement, entertainment, merriment, sport, fun, happiness, excitement, joy, delight, bliss, ecstasy, to titillate its senses, satisfy its cravings, fulfill physical, mental, emotional needs, wants, and desires. And humans do the same.
When a human wakes up from its self-delusional beliefs and realizes that Intelligence created it for its pleasure, joy, happiness, amusement, entertain and just for fun, it should rejoice that life isn’t nearly as serious as it was programmed to believe. After that realization that awake human can enjoy its temporary life without a care in the world.
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You are the star in your own movie. You are the main character in your book.
This is weird. I ran into a guy who knew all the secrets of the universe. He solved every mystery, knew how to be blissed-out all the time, was always pleasant, joyful, helpful and empathetic, a really benevolent kind guy, and the poor bastard still had to carry wood and haul water. Go figure.
So this guy, before he was a guy, was an energy spark. He evolved became human, then a God, then was boss over billions of Gods and universes, and one day he was in his crystal laced gold walled, diamond shrouded castle, sitting in his exotic hot tub, swigging a beer, smoking a $500 Cuban cigar, looking at his girlfriend, Michele Phifer, or Marilyn Monroe (whichever he conjured up) and said, “Is this all there is?”
THIS GUY builds a theme park world, a puppet stage (spent a lot of time, energy and money to do it too). Then he thinks, designs, blueprints and builds puppets that think themselves damn important even though the puppets damn well know they didn’t build themselves, didn’t build the puppet stage, and don’t do much more than breath, eat, sleep, which is just enough so the puppet master can pull their strings and not have to build too many more puppets (though the puppet master automated that, so not to worry). Anyway, the puppets, even though they don’t know who or what, or why whatever built them, and don’t know why they got designed as they are, with noses, ears and pimples, and don’t know if they will even exist after other puppets or the puppet stage kills them, sure do think highly of themselves. They invent bizarre and outlandish and outrageous and unbelievable beliefs that for some weird reason (probably known only to a circus clown puppet) that they should still exist after the puppet master is done being entertained by them.
Liberated from body, mind, emotions, need, want, desire, attachment, entanglement, identity, opinions, biases, prejudices, judgements, philosophies, theories, theologies, conclusions, outcomes, results, expectations; Feeling appreciation/love, inclusiveness, connectedness, oneness, singularity, carefree, light hearted, at ease, unworried, unafraid, pleasant, peaceful, happy, joyful, blissful, ecstatic, rapturous, empathetic; I am watcher, observer, awareness, witness, not of mind, merely present, conscious; I see one energy, many forms, actors, characters, performers, personas, roles, parts, stage-theatrical-movie props, places and things.
Everything is OK. All things are alright. There is nothing wrong. Everything is a perfect happening. Life is a perfectly evolving story, play, movie, video game. All actors and characters and stage props are being and performing their parts perfectly.
There is only nature (how things work–cause and effect, action and reaction). Human nature–the evolution of human nature–is part of nature. And humans judging nature with human understanding–as flawed as that understanding is–is also part of the evolution of human nature. In time, human nature will be compatible, will be one with nature.
Being constantly conscious and aware that I am surrounded by living energy-objects, and realizing we are one grand opera, one singular marvelous happening, is mind blowing. And when you add that not a single happening, not a single thought, word, and action that humans have and do, is amiss, but rather, is absolutely perfect, it leaves you with not a single excuse to judge and complain about anything, but instead provides every reason to appreciate/love the perfection that is life itself, while at the same time appreciating that humans doing their own thing, their own way, being unable to be and do anything but their own nature in the moment as they evolve to greater knowledge, understanding and wisdom (just as children evolve).
When an avatar (a temporary energy-form of life–with a self-aware mind) wakens to its role as a character, actor and persona that life assumed or morphed itself into, that avatar’s self-aware mind begins to enjoy being exactly what it temporarily is, a character in a story that keeps unfolding. History is a story. Your life as a character will be history–a movie wherein you were the star.
ONE
I am appreciating energy being and dancing its creative tune through its many individualized energy-forms. There is only oneness, and I am that in human form, and to not appreciate that is to not appreciate myself.
I am at all times surround by my many selves, though they be in forms-individualized, separate, apart, yet one unified being called me, myself, and I, or life.
Wherever I am, wherever I go, whatever and whoever I sense and whatever is happening, I am being and doing that, for I am that.
I am the movie and the screen. I am the stage and the play. I am space, energy, dimensions, time, place, all things. I am in through and roundabout all things. I am omnipresent, omnipotent, and omniscient. I am all that is.
Most of my many selves do not have the capacity to think. Some of my selves do. A few of my selves have the ability to think themselves separate.
My selves, as humans, think themselves separate. Their thinking makes it so for them, and they act accordingly. They act in their self-interests, through their personal perspectives. It’s hilarious entertainment to see them interact.
I am sitting in front of a large audience. All I see is my other selves, my many individualized forms of me, staring back at me thinking themselves not me, thinking they are what they think.
To them, they really are what they think, and they think themselves separate and individual. They think they are physical, mental and emotional persons (which thinking, makes it so) which makes them ideal characters, thespians, actors and players in my game of life, which I play for my joy, pleasure and entertainment, FOR THE SAME REASONS they play their personalized games of life.
Everyone and everything is my friend. Everything anyone does, is who they are, doing what they do, and I’m hearing and watching it all like a movie that cannot be changed, and it is perfect. Though I am watching and listening to a person talking to me, I am both watcher and participant, and aware of both in the same moment it is happening.
My key board was a little too far left, and as I scooted it to the right it felt like I was scooting part of me to the right. The key board was part of me, no different than me fundamentally. It’s as if I am integrated into everything around me. Though we are individual energy-forms, we are one.