DOOM, DARKNESS, IGNORANCE, DESTRUCTION AND DEATH ARE CLIMAXING - IT’S THE HALLOWEEN OF THE FOUR TURNING, THE KALI YUGA

DOOM, DARKNESS, IGNORANCE, DESTRUCTION AND DEATH ARE CLIMAXING  - IT’S THE HALLOWEEN OF THE FOUR TURNING, THE KALI YUGA

Prepare accordingly and live a little longer, or wait with your neighbors and die screaming.   

The age of darkness, ignorance, and devastation is called the fourth turning, or the Kali Yuga.  Life cycles, whether universal or individual.  Like four seasons, merely being alive, creates a Kali Yuga.  Nothing new here, just lots of ignorance.

Energy organized into forms (like human forms) are temporary.  Forms are infrastructure.  Infrastructure creates dependency.  Take away enough infrastructure and the form dies.

Communities , whether villages or colossal megacities are doomed.   Prepare accordingly and live a little longer, or die screaming with your neighbors.  HAPPY KALI YUGA HALLOWEEN.

Someone has a weird sense of humor.

  Someone has a weird sense of humor. One day I didn’t exist or was asleep, and woke up with a body, and later learned I was on a planet named Earth.

Right from the beginning I told my mind that we are going to enjoy whatever happens to us.  My mind agreed, and off we went having fun.

When me and my mind got older we wanted to know what, how, why, when, where, and who created us?   So we checked it out.  We discovered the truth (as far as words describe truth) but then we realized it didn’t matter, so we said to hell with it, and refocused again on just enjoying each day as it appeared.

I do what I do; my mind thinks what it thinks; other people do what they do, and the earth does what it does, and we enjoy it all because life is more fun that way.  Life is just a game, a fantasy world, a theme park, a safari, a temporary adventure on a beautiful and magnificent killer world filled with delightful and deadly humans.  This place is so very weird which is why it’s fun.  We never know what’s going to happen next.  What’s not to enjoy?  However, I have empathy for humans who suffer because of their bodies, minds and emotions.  

In my later years I started a retreat in the wilderness.  One day a young man came to the retreat and wanted to know what life is all about.  I told him it didn’t matter, and asked if he was enjoying his life.  He said no. so I told him that he and his mind were at odds, and all he had to do was retrain his mind so that he and his mind could be friends instead of enemies.  The mind is a beautiful thing if trained.  If not trained it can be a nightmare, a real pain in the ass.  He wanted to know what to do to retrain his mind, so I invited him in.

Another time a middle aged man came to the retreat and wondered if we train in mystical abilities and powers.  I laughed and told him that they who seek them are taught lessons by them, and it is less trouble to wait until they seek you, and in the meantime there are plenty of things to enjoy on this planet without them.  He didn’t like my answer, so he and his ego went away.

Life is like that.  If you seek joy, obviously you are not joy.  And you are not joy because of mental blocks,  the training, programming, brainwashing, indoctrination and propaganda you inherited from your body, and what you experienced from the time you were born.  Undo the inheritance and programming, and there is nothing left that blocks you from being what you are, which is joy.

The young man I invited in, stayed for dinner.  After dinner he asked, “How is it my mind is to blame for me not enjoying my life?”

10-29-2024 “THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU”

 10-29-2024

“THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU”

It is obvious why you are here.  

If you wake up in Disneyland and don’t know how you got in there, but you know you’ve got nine hours to enjoy it, you go enjoy it.  You play in the playground with all your heart.

If you wake up in a human body and don’t know how you got in there, but you know you’ve got one minute or maybe ninety years to enjoy it, you play, play, play.

I am thankful for just being alive.  I can’t thank the intelligence that is life, or the universe’s nature nearly enough for letting me play in an amazing human body on this spectacular killer planet.

LIFE IS LIFE, the rest is attitude.

Life is pain.  Being a pain is optional.

What you think is what you drink.  What you do is up to you.

After you leave your body and the planet, what’s next is anyone guess.  You could wake up anywhere, or never again.  If never again, you won’t know it.  It will be like Rip Van Winkle, except no one wrote your story because you never woke up.  You have to be awake to know you are awake.

Disneyland can be very intoxicating or repulsive–joyful or sorrowful, happy or sad. Which one it is, is up to you.

Change can be like death.  

If you have preferences, if you have a way life must happen to be happy, if you set your heart on outcomes, results, if you get attached, entangled and identified, physically, mentally and emotionally with your needs, wants, desires or people, places, and things, change will be like death.

Disneyland Earth is a mystery planet.  No one knows who built it, or why it got built.  Scientist try to figure it out and religions are stories.  As for folks waking up suddenly in
Disneyland on Earth, they’re a mystery too.  You know what is not a mystery?  Since the universe did you once, it can do you again, maybe again, and again and again.

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I was at an event and a guy named Ed asked, “Who are you?”  I answered truly and said, “Iam” (pronounced, Iam).

He paused, and asked, “Your name is Iam?”   I said, “Yes.  My name is Iam.”

Ed asked, “What is your last name?”  I said, “Thatiam.”  Ed said, “That’s an unusual name.  So you are, Iam Thatiam.”   I said, “Yes you are.”  Ed laughed and said, “Tell me more about yourself, Iam Thatiam.”

“I AM THAT I AM is you,” I said.  “I AM THAT I AM manifests temporarily as Tom, Tammy, Troy, Travis, Toran, Tyler, plus every person, place, and thing. One energy, intelligences, consciousness, one God manifesting or incarnating as many faces.

Ed asked, “Why does the I AM THAT I AM (or Iam Thatiam) manifest as every person place, and thing?”

I said, “For it’s pleasure.  For its joy and entertainment.  To experience being every thing it can imagine.  To experience being you.  For fun. For adventure, challenge, risk.
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Once upon a time Iam Thatiam decided to create a game that combined chess, Monopoly and Risk.  Iam called it The Game of Life.  Iam then manifested as the game board, the pieces and the players by individualizing himself.  Players of the game forgot they were Iam as soon as they sat down at the game board.

Before players of The Game of Life can win the game, they had to go through a lot of experiences.  Players experienced every adventure the game offered, experienced every level and dimension of the game.  

A player wins the game by remembering that the game board, pieces and players are Iam playing a game for amusement and fun.

During the game, the hard core younger players took the game seriously, and were offended when told that life is just a game.  

A player who awakens while in the game has empathy, compassion and love for the game board, pieces and players that do not realize they are Iam.  Awake players continue to play the game just for joy of it, but do not suffer the game.  Awake players are often a pain in the ass to asleep players which is why they eventually retire to a sheep camp in the wild where they can laugh their asses off without offending all the personal, family, ethnic, religious, social, cultural, economic, politically mind-fucked gamers.

Serious gamers are physically, mentally, emotionally attached, entangled, identified with their needs, wants, desires about people, places and things in the game.  They are exclusive, not inclusive.  They want to win the game of life, which means they win if they die with the most game pieces, the most toys.   They have a way the game (life) must go. The real serious game players feel they won when they have more power, wealth and glory than other game players, and if not that, they win if they create a legacy of success (how each game players defines, success).   The Game of Life is one hell of a game.

Nature has a plan.

 
A spider web catches a fly and the fly is trapped and struggles, and slowly dies of dehydration. A Eagle swoops the surface of a lake.  A Trout jumps out of the water to catch a fly and the Eagle impales the trout who is gulping for air and bleeding as the eagle flies to its nest and shreds the live trout and eats it.   Nature at work, and humans are nature at work.

Nature is about nature doing life its way, nature’s way, and humans are part of nature just like earth, water, air, sun, plants and kangaroos.  Whatever human nature does, with its needs, wants, desires, is nature doing life it’s way.  If you are concerned, care, afraid or happy, that’s you, a piece of nature, being concerned, caring, afraid or happy.

When you know that all happenings are nature doing life, nature’s way, and you are thankful whether you live or die, eat or starve, comfortable or uncomfortable, successful or a failure, rich or poor, healthy or sick, famous, or infamous, powerful or powerless, know that nature liberated you from you, and all that’s left is nature being the new liberated you.

You are a piece of nature expressing itself as you.

Obviously nature likes variety, that’s why there are geniuses and The Complete Idiots Guide To The Village Idiot and how to be one.

If nature wants to kill you, you’re dead.  If nature wants you to be successful, you’ll be successful.  If nature wants you to be a killer, you’ll be a killer.  If nature wants you to suffer, you suffer.  And if nature wants others to suffer, they’ll send you.

Nature has a plan.  

Hi, I am nature, and I made you the way you were, are and will be.   I am the cat, dog, mosquito, Mark and you.  If you can receive all that I am and do, with thankfulness, even death, it’s because my plan is working?   

What’s the plan?   Adventure, challenge, risk, excitement.  Why?  Pleasure.  It pleases me.  I entertain myself through my creations.  If you don’t like that, that is me being you not liking myself.  Do you sometimes not like yourself?  That’s me.  When you like yourself, that’s me too.  Exciting, isn’t it?  If you don’t think so, that’s me too.  Kind of confusing right?  Are you ever confused.  “Hello, that’s me being confused as you.”

The plan is for you to evolve from being a selfish-self-centered-two-year old, to a thankful eighty year-old who is glad for having experienced life–ME.

Receive all things with thankfulness. No matter what appears in front of you, no matter what happens, no matter what people do or don’t do, be thankful.  

Crazy Halloween Costume Shop

The sign above the store read, Crazy Halloween Costume Shop.  The sign on the door read, You have to be crazy to come in here, so I went in.

The clerk looked like Santa Claus.  He had a mischievious twinkle in his eyes. I discounted it at my peril.  I shouldn’t have.

I looked around.  The shop was empty, not a costume in sight.  I turned to talk to the old man, but at my turning he disappeared.  I thought, “What the hell?”  Then I noticed the walls.  They were translucent, with images appearing and disappearing.  I was about to leave when I heard the lock on the door slam shut, then everything went black.

I woke up back on the sidewalk outside the shop, surrounded by dead people I knew, knew like fiction characters in a novel.  They were laughing, joking, and for whatever reason, I felt a kinship, and we hugged.  Then they disappeared and I was alone, wondering again, what the hell just happened?  Then I heard the lock on the door of the Crazy Halloween Costume Shop slide open, and Santa Claus walked out and said, “Did you enjoy your costume?”

“I’m not sure,” I said.

He laughed, and said, “When you know, come back.  There are plenty of costumes to choose from.  Then he walked back into his shop, and I swear I heard, “Ho, Ho, Ho.”
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When you put on a human cloak you enter a different dimension, forget who you are, think you are the cloak, experience the cloak’s attributes, and the only way home is when the cloak gets killed or wears out.
 

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).

THE GAME OF LIFE IS ONE HELL OF A GAME

I was at an event and a guy named Ed asked, “Who are you?”  I answered truly and said, “Iam” (pronounced, Iam).

He paused, and asked, “Your name is Iam?”   I said, “Yes.  My name is Iam.”

Ed asked, “What is your last name?”  I said, “Thatiam.”  Tom said, “That’s an unusual name.  So you are, Iam Thatiam.”   I said, “Yes you are.”  Tom said, “Tell me more about yourself, Iam Thatiam.”

“I AM THAT I AM is you,” I said.  “I AM THAT I AM manifests temporarily as Tom, Tammy, Troy, Travis, Toran, Tyler, plus every person, place, and thing. One energy, intelligences, consciousness, one God manifesting or incarnating as many faces, many forms.

Ed asked, “Why does the I AM THAT I AM (or Iam Thatiam) manifest as every person place, and thing?”

I said, “For it’s pleasure.  For its joy and entertainment.  To experience being every thing it can imagine.  To experience being you.  For fun. For adventure, challenge, risk.
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Once upon a time Iam Thatiam decided to create a game that combined chess, Monopoly and Risk.  Iam called it The Game of Life.  Iam then manifested as the game board, the pieces and the players by individualizing himself.  Players of the game forgot they were Iam as soon as they sat down at the game board.

Before players of The Game of Life could win the game, they had to go through a lot of experiences.  Players experienced every adventure the game offered, experienced every level and dimension of the game.  

A player wins the game by remembering that the game board, pieces and players are Iam playing a game for amusement and fun.

During the game, the hard core younger players took the game seriously, and were offended when told that life is just a game.  

A player who awakens while in the game has empathy, compassion and love for the game board, pieces and players that do not realize they are Iam.  Awake players continue to play the game just for joy of it, but do not suffer the game.  Awake players are often a pain in the ass to asleep players which is why they eventually retire to a sheep camp in the wild where they can laugh their asses off without offending all the personal, family, ethnic, religious, social, cultural, economic, politically mind-fucked gamers.

Serious gamers are physically, mentally, emotionally attached, entangled, identified with their needs, wants, desires about people, places and things in the game.  They are exclusive, not inclusive.  They want to win the game of life, which means they win if they die with the most game pieces, the most toys.   They have a way the game (life) must go. The real serious game players feel they won when they have more power, wealth and glory than other game players, and if not that, they win if they create a legacy of success (how each game players defines, success).   The Game of Life is one hell of a game.

“Holy shit, I’m in deep shit now.”

 When I am not goofing off in this temporary mortal human vehicle, silence is my home.  I am silence.

I was enjoying my silence when suddenly I heard screaming and crying and I  woke up inside a human terrestrial body.   Thankfully it’s a temporary disease, a short lived condition (the universe, that trickster, is at it again).   I was enjoying my silence when suddenly I heard screaming and crying and I  woke up inside a human terrestrial body.   Thankfully it’s a temporary disease, a short lived condition (the universe, that trickster, is at it again).  

Sixteen hours a day I am inside this new crybaby.  Thankfully I get to go home and enjoy my silence at least eight hours a day. I wonder how long this human will live.   Each human I enter is a mystery, a challenging adventure.  I never know what I am going to get.   I hope it’s not a vegetarian with a low IQ and club feet.  Last time I was here I yelled, “Holy shit, I’m in deep shit now.”  

Humans are the universe’s idea of a practical joke.  I could tell you a lot about the universe, but why bore you with facts that you, as a human, can never prove.  It’s easier to just believe your indoctrination, so instead I am going to tell you about humans, and how to enjoy yourself while alive being as a temporary avatar for the pleasure of the universe, but before that, I will tell you how it all began, you know, “In the beginning...and all that stuff.”

In the beginning there was space, uncreated space, the place where nothing was happening, no pizza, no ice cream, no life and death, no opposites.  It was silent, quiet, and peaceful, like being dead, and there were no intelligences to say different.  

Uncreated, self-existing space has a nature (how things work).  No one knows why space exists and why it has a nature.  It just does.  Space operates like a clock.  It has cycles, like the four seasons–the Winter of nothing; the Spring, Summer, Fall of something.  In Spring, shit happens, and in winter shit unhappens or goes dormant waiting for Spring to continue to do more shit.  

Energy and space are  co-conspirators.  Nothing can happen without a space for something to happen in, and energy is the happening.  

Humans don’t know much about energy, but they guess a lot, and have theories.  The fact is, energy goes dormant (loses its potency).   Like all “living things,” energy needs silence, sleep to regain its strength (just like you need sleep, silence, to replenish your energy) energy wanes, sleeps,  then re-surges, raises its head like a snake looking for prey.

If you notice, energy eats energy.  Energy is a cannibal, and physical death feeds physical life (from a human perspective).   How is that so?  You are an energy-being, or energy in the human form, and you eat a hot dog, which is energy in the form of a hot dog.  See, cannibals, energy-forms eating other energy-forms to get more energy.  

Anyway, in the beginning of a new cycle energy wakes from sleep, is energized during sleep, and does its nature, which is to spontaneously attract or repulse each other and “Walla,” intelligence is born, or self-creates itself.  Anyway, the beginnings of micro-intelligences are the results.  And as it is the nature of intelligence to become more intelligent as more energy particles gather, there are more intelligent forms.  And as one intelligence is more intelligent than another, and another more intelligent than it, the more intelligent ones eat the less intelligent ones, or rather, exert their power over less powerful ones (damn, that was a mouth full).  And that’s the end of the beginning, and here you are, energy playing a human, and me temporarily trapped in a human by the psycho universes’s idea of a practical joke.  

Don’t fool yourself, lie to yourself, or make up weird stories.  Earth is a beautiful, awesome, spectacular  and magnificent dog eat dog world, and you are one of its many temporary life-forms wondering what’s eating you until your last supper after which you will be supper for the earth.  In the meantime, here’s how to enjoy your time on the dinner plate.

“THAT’S LIFE.”

“THAT’S LIFE.”

One God (one source–one conscious intelligent energy source) many faces, many bodies, uncountable number of energy-forms (more forms than any human can count) and all are God.  God is every person, place, and thing.  God is the ant, the elephant, and you.

God is the stage, the scenery, the actors, and the audience.  God is the doer and the watcher.  There is only God.  God is all there is, and God is you, an individual human.

When you see people, places, and things, you are seeing God being people, places, and things.  God is one consciousness and all individualized consciousnessess.  You are God consciousness individualized.  Your face, your body, mind, and emotions, is God, is energy expressing itself as you.

Fire, air, water, and earth is God expressing itself as earth, water, air, and fire.  The universe and all within is God, is energy being the universe and all therein, and God is having one hell of a good time being you, playing you, watching as you try to figure out what you are, why you are, and what the hell is going on.

God is you and plays you, and plays every person, place, and thing for its pleasure, joy, and entertainment–just like you do things for your pleasure, joy, and entertainment.

God has a plan.  A very entertaining plan.  Here’s what God said, “I, the one and only, the all that is, decided to divide my singular conscious-intelligent-energy into many smaller and different energy-forms, and then I constructed a systemic process whereby all my separate energy-forms can come back home, and party.  

Getting back home is a long process.  A lot of me–encased in energy-forms–enjoy being separate energy-forms.  They are having a hell of time, and ain’t comin’ home anytime soon, kind of like teenagers, which is OK, because I child-proofed the house so they ain’t gettin’ back in until they’ve had their full of fun and games.  Sometimes it’s hell being a parent, but that’s life and it’s not all fun and games.  There are hard lessons to learn before I let portions of me, individualized, come home.  It’s easy to tell when they are ready to come home–they get over themselves.”

STOP THAT OR YOU'LL DRIVE YOURSELF NUTS

Many energy forms, many forms of energy.  Love is a form of energy, as is hate.  Human energy-forms create and feel forms of energy like the descriptive words, love, hate, anger, empathy, compassion, pity, shame, disgust, disgrace, dishonor, beauty, worry, anxious, vexed distressed, irritation, upset, stress, fear, dread, care, carefree, need, want, desire, like, dislike, greed, vanity, pride, patience, long suffering, kind, concerned, nice, good, bad, evil, virtue, vice, joy, sorrow, happiness, bliss, ecstasy, hunger, satisfaction, pleasure, hot, cold, warm, chilled, shock, surprise, etc.  All are forms of energy, or, energy in the form of feelings or emotions.

I never felt a single human emotion FROM deserts, forests, jungles, savannahs, tundras, ponds, lakes, oceans, mountains and animals.  However, I felt awe, reverence and appreciation.

Humans assign words to action, reaction, cause and effect.  The word, emotion, describes the human mind and body’s reaction or effect, caused by actions.

I walk into a room filled with people I I like and I feel happy.  I walk into a room filled with people I do not like and I do not feel happy.  It’s not about the energy in the room.  It’s about by energy, my reaction to the people in the room.  

I go to a funeral and people are sad and crying.  Do I feel their energy, or do I feel my reaction to their energy, or both.

What if I know all the people at the funeral are serial killers, vicious torturers of children, and eat them, and the funeral was for one of their own, and I was the one who killed the deceased.  I see they are sad and crying.  Does their sadness spark my energy to feel sad?  Do I feel empathy or gladness?  Are my feelings sparked by my frame of mind, or their frame of mind?  Would I feel the same if they saw me and I felt their hate for me?
I know they are suffering for their loss, while I am glad for their loss, and wish them all dead.  

If young, a crawling baby, where I know nothing, and I crawl into a room and see a shiny ball, and crawl towards it babbling, and I notice people in the room that I know, and they are mourning the loss of their mother, but I don’t know anything about how they are acting, would I feel their emotion of mourning?  I might casually notice a difference in their body language (they’re just standing around doing nothing) but would I feel their energy?

If someone dies and they live far away and I don’t know them and I saw it on the news, I wouldn’t feel much.  Would I feel different if I discovered it was my brother?  Why?

I have been sitting in a cave forever, meditating, and daily someone comes and tells me all the problems people are having in the village.  I listen to his emotional babbling, but make no comment, and then the news bearer leaves.  I go back to my meditation.   I Don’t give shit, could care less.  One day he comes and tells me the whole village was destroyed and everyone was killed, including my mom, dad, and siblings.  Then how would I feel?  I would make no comment.  I could care less.  I don’t give a shit.  How come?  Because I have no thought one way or another.  It is what it is.  It’s life’s forms merely deforming.

Formless energy has no problems.  Energy in human form doesn’t have problems, but the form does.  The form has problems because it’s a form, and just being a form creates problems. If energy would quit fucking around there would be no problems.  It take an intelligence, a conscious form, to view things as problems.  If you have problems, you’re just too intelligent.  STOP THAT!  Or your whole life will be spent trying to solve problems that your intelligent, conscious mind creates–THAT ONLY EXIST because your human form has a self-aware mind that thinks it’s life is important.

ONE BIG FAT CANNIBAL

Birth and death wrapped in an exciting package called life.  A beautiful deadly world is home.  I came out of it and will go back into it.  I am like a Pop Tart.  I pop out of the toaster, don’t know who made me, get eaten, get pooped back to whence I came.

In the meantime, between birth and death, I wonder, “What the hell?  Why pain and pleasure?”

Whatever the reason, and whatever I am, I am part of–a portion of–all that is.  I am made of the same stuff everything else is made of.  Everything is one thing and everything–individualized.

You can give every person, place, and thing, individual names, but ultimately and infinitesimally they all have one name: Energy.

The one infinitesimal energy, forms into complex energy-forms, and eat each other, and then turn into other energy-forms until all energy-forms fall apart and return to one infinitesimal mass of formlessness called, energy.

Construction and destruction is life, is the life and death process, repeat, repeat, repeat, and then there are the temporary energy-forms that humans call humans.

Nature is the name humans give to the process of how all energy-forms, formed.  Humans don’t know much about the process, but at least they’ve figured out everything  is one mass of energy–that for reasons scientist know nothing about–individualized, perhaps just because it can, or for the hell of it.

When a human is born, and becomes self-aware (knows it’s alive) all it knows is what it knows, which ain’t much, until it’s a teenager when it knows everything.

Humans don’t know much about not being alive, but they guess.  Being alive is all humans know–being dead, not so much.

When I look around, all I see is energy, energy individualized into forms.  When I look in a mirror, I see energy being a form, I call me, and while I am me, I get to experience pleasure and pain and learn how to turn energy into forms, and eat them.

You know what all that means, right?  Energy is a cannibal.  It becomes forms and eats them. Yup, energy is one big fat cannibal, making, killing and eating energy-forms–itself.  Life is hungry mother.

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 can't come back.
No "I" is there in a meat sack.

There is no me, no dense sidekick.
We do not know we don’t exist.

It took so long to not be me,
A mindless mind has set me 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.

KARMA AND THE COSMIC PENDULUM OF LIFE, and human karma

 KARMA AND THE COSMIC PENDULUM OF LIFE

The pendulum of life swings from nothing to something and back to nothing.  From dead to live and back to death; from sleep to awake and back to sleep; from night to day and back to night.

When there is nothing, there is no cause, effect, action, reaction.
When there is something, there IS cause, effect, action, reaction.
When nothing is happening, there is no cause, effect, action, reaction.
When nothing is going on, there is no cause, no effect, no action, no reaction.

The word karma means cause, effect, action, reaction.  The word karma means there is something, there is happenings, there is going ons.  

Buddhist philosophy looks at human life as cycles of births and deaths (reincarnation) and want to stop experiencing the cycles of cause, effect, action, reaction, happenings, going ons.  They want to exit being something and go back to being nothing; stop going from dead to alive and back to death; stop from sleep to awake and back to sleep; stop from night to day and back to night.  Buddhists want to get off the pendulum of life and no longer swing from nothing to something.  They want permanent nothing.

A Buddhist may ask, “Why was I born with Karma?”  The answer is: You inherited karma from the moment the cycle of life began, because you are the result of the happening, the goings on, the something occurring (because of the cycle of life–from nothing to something).  

Doing something, anything, creates cause and effect, action and reaction (karma).  Karma is not good or bad (except a human judges it so).  Karma is just cause and effect, action and reaction.

As the universal or cosmic pendulum of life swings broadly and slowly from nothing to something for eons of time, individual human lives mimic the cosmic swing from nothing to something multiple short durations of time during the broad and slow cosmic swing from nothing to something.

THE LAW OF NOTHING

THE LAW OF NOTHING
When there is nothing there is no karma.  When there is something there is karma (Karma is cause and effect, action and reaction).   

The spontaneous cycles of creation has no first cause.  Nature is cyclical.  Creation is a naturally occurring and never ending cycle from nothing to something, from some things to every thing, and then it reverses course and goes from everything to some things to nothing.

Humans (and everything else) came into being naturally because of the cycles of nature.  

THE ONLY WAY A HUMAN CREATES NO KARMA IS TO WILLFULLY RETURN TO NOTHING.

The nature of creation is, opposites manifest.  Without opposites there would be no creation.

Self-aware human minds judge creation, call creation good, bad; virtuous, vile.  Humans have likes and dislikes.  Humans have physical, mental, emotional needs, wants, desires.  Humans get attached, entangled, identified with people, places, things.

Creation is a process of the nature of the universe.

Karma is neither good nor bad.  Karma is nature returning to equilibrium. The word “justice” (just is) is: Justice is nature taking back what it created.

Nothing is a word for non-existence.  Nothing cannot exist without something (without its opposite there is NOTHING).

I LIVE IN THE ASTRAL WORLD

 I live in the astral world.  I have an astral body.  I am the consciousness, or awareness in this astral body.  I have a home, a cabin deep within a forest.  

At a mere whim or thought everything I need, want, and desire appears.  I have every convenience or inconvenience I choose.  I imagine whatever life I choose, whatever adventure, challenge, risk and chance I want to experience.  There is only one problem, and it isn’t that my imagination is not as real as physical reality in effect, but rather, that I know the outcome.  I know I am just playing video games in my mind.  Even when I totally get lost in a self-created adventure there is always this utopia energy that everything will be fine.

So I go to Earth (as I have done so many times) where I forget, totally, that I am actually an astral being living in a astral world.  

In a Earth life span of eighty years or more, approximately three quarters is spent in total forgetfulness of what I really am, where I came from, and why I’m here.

Now, on Earth, at age seventy-six, and having lived a life without worry, stress, and fear, I finally came to realize (again) who and what I really am.  So now when I awaken in the morning I say, “Back for another day in the theme park.  Good morning Death World Earth, and how are you today?”

And besides knowing I am an astral being temporarily living in a human body, I also know that THE ONE CONSCIOUSNESS or INTELLIGENCE that is life (that some humans call God) is having a really good time being me (while also being every person place thing). 

GOD IS HAVING A REALLY GOOD TIME BEING YOU

GOD IS HAVING A REALLY GOOD TIME BEING YOU

REVERENCE, VENERATION AND APPRECIATION FOR ALL CREATION, FOR ALL PEOPLE, PLACES, THINGS IS INEVITABLE ONCE YOU KNOW ALL IS GOD.

God is all energy, and all energy forms are God.  Everything I feel, sense, encounter, all animals and people I meet and interact with are God.  All happenings are God.  All weather is God. God is all things whether in or out form.

When I am with Mark, I am with God acting as Mark.  When I was with Bernard, it was God being Bernard.  When I was married to Michele, it was God being Michele.  

I can see through all the disguises God assumes, all characters IT plays.  

When I look into a mirror I see God disguised as me.  

God is all, though its creations may not know it.  

You cannot be or go anywhere without running into God.  Every action and reaction is God.

All the things physical and astral avatars have done, are doing, or will do, is God doing them.


Once your earth avatar learns it is God being it, your earth avatar will begin to receive all things with thankfulness.  It will be equanimous will be  stable, grounded, tranquil, serene, calm, composed, peaceful and loving no matter what is happening (unless it get caught-up in a magnificent happening and forgets temporarily).

All religions are God created for its pleasure.  Everything God does is for its pleasure, for it’s joy, entertainment, and to have a good time masquerading as individual believers of those religions.  God is the play, the scenery, and every actor.

When I run into a devout believer in a religion, I see God enjoying that religion through its disguise.  When I see a person enjoying a beer and a pizza, I see God having a good time in his disguise as that person.  When I see a sad, heart broken person I see god experiencing sadness and a broken heart through its camouflage.