Five min in and I can't disagree with one word you are saying, my friend...Everything is out of sync..timeline is chasing the timeline so is the human chasing another human, never truly enjoying the moment...Nobody is truly living they are just there, standing in Zombieland never realizing they have been already assimilated in something that never should be...Toroidal Teapot will eat them for lunch and spit them for dinner and tomorrow like good soldiers they will repeat the hellish cycle again. Never questioning what is truly life, where and with what the Human Soul should align himself.
A ray of sunshine, Bees on the rose, and stars at night above our heads... Can we ever ask for more?
Nice, Seraphim. I am afraid we are all in the same soup. Realizing one is in prison and breaking out of prison are two different things.
The overwhelming majority do not realize they are in prison. At best, they may occasionally get a whiff of the stench, but cannot identify the offensive odor. They barely start to formulate the truth of their situation . . . but an internal buffer always kicks in and rockets them back under, deep under, the threshold of genuine consciousness, and sinks them into comforting sleep. And they trudge on. They are back in the groove that was intended for them. Obey. Accept. Don't question.
Gurdjieff said this was the natural state of affairs. Only a few can even realize they are in a kind of prison, and fewer still can devise any escape plans.
In Buddhism: Mara. Illusion. In Gnosticism: Hal. An inferior copy of the real thing.
The lights in the sky? Whatever they are, Seraphim, they sure aren't what NASA tells the plebes. Heliocentrism may be the granddaddy of matrix lies. I think the lights in the sky may be sentient. They may be a kind of celestial timepiece. I don't know. But the science books in the Universities are full of bovine excrement. Like Jack said, Astronomy is bullshit, Astrology is the real deal.
Crazy. It is like realizing you are in a dream. Ever have one of those? You are fast asleep, and dreaming, when you become conscious that you are asleep and in a dream. It is an empowering feeling. You feel you can let loose and do whatever you'd like, because it is only a dream.
This is what it is like. I walk down the road, mingling with the Autobots. But they think this shit-show is real, Seraphim. And I know it isn't. But the weight of their erroneous belief has created a major obstacle for those of us looking to sing their own song and dance their own dance.
Dam you sound like the lead singer for the Moody Blues Seraphim, what a great voice. You ought to give me elocution lessons. I'll publish this on the Human on the next cycle.
What a marvelous melancholic & profound intimate voice. Something like with Richard Burton's "The Ancient Mariner"! But of course in your case, direct to a listening soul from your knowing heart. Your words and not another's!
Manly. An Astrologer-Warrior's voice. In writing so soft & discerning les nuances de l'être dans l'authentique existentiel! Warm regards to you my friend. Here in the Kosmic Virgin's Girdle.
Personally reading this….I can’t find myself feel a bit depressed that I feel the best years are behind me and I never actualized myself yet. At 56 I still want to change things about this world, and myself in it. Thanks for this….making the smelling salts a bit more acute to get going with things.
Five min in and I can't disagree with one word you are saying, my friend...Everything is out of sync..timeline is chasing the timeline so is the human chasing another human, never truly enjoying the moment...Nobody is truly living they are just there, standing in Zombieland never realizing they have been already assimilated in something that never should be...Toroidal Teapot will eat them for lunch and spit them for dinner and tomorrow like good soldiers they will repeat the hellish cycle again. Never questioning what is truly life, where and with what the Human Soul should align himself.
A ray of sunshine, Bees on the rose, and stars at night above our heads... Can we ever ask for more?
Nice, Seraphim. I am afraid we are all in the same soup. Realizing one is in prison and breaking out of prison are two different things.
The overwhelming majority do not realize they are in prison. At best, they may occasionally get a whiff of the stench, but cannot identify the offensive odor. They barely start to formulate the truth of their situation . . . but an internal buffer always kicks in and rockets them back under, deep under, the threshold of genuine consciousness, and sinks them into comforting sleep. And they trudge on. They are back in the groove that was intended for them. Obey. Accept. Don't question.
Gurdjieff said this was the natural state of affairs. Only a few can even realize they are in a kind of prison, and fewer still can devise any escape plans.
In Buddhism: Mara. Illusion. In Gnosticism: Hal. An inferior copy of the real thing.
The lights in the sky? Whatever they are, Seraphim, they sure aren't what NASA tells the plebes. Heliocentrism may be the granddaddy of matrix lies. I think the lights in the sky may be sentient. They may be a kind of celestial timepiece. I don't know. But the science books in the Universities are full of bovine excrement. Like Jack said, Astronomy is bullshit, Astrology is the real deal.
Crazy. It is like realizing you are in a dream. Ever have one of those? You are fast asleep, and dreaming, when you become conscious that you are asleep and in a dream. It is an empowering feeling. You feel you can let loose and do whatever you'd like, because it is only a dream.
This is what it is like. I walk down the road, mingling with the Autobots. But they think this shit-show is real, Seraphim. And I know it isn't. But the weight of their erroneous belief has created a major obstacle for those of us looking to sing their own song and dance their own dance.
Dam you sound like the lead singer for the Moody Blues Seraphim, what a great voice. You ought to give me elocution lessons. I'll publish this on the Human on the next cycle.
What a marvelous melancholic & profound intimate voice. Something like with Richard Burton's "The Ancient Mariner"! But of course in your case, direct to a listening soul from your knowing heart. Your words and not another's!
Manly. An Astrologer-Warrior's voice. In writing so soft & discerning les nuances de l'être dans l'authentique existentiel! Warm regards to you my friend. Here in the Kosmic Virgin's Girdle.
do you think Vulcan is a real planet, ie. an 'intra-mercurial' sacred planet as Bailey and Blavatsky contend?
Personally reading this….I can’t find myself feel a bit depressed that I feel the best years are behind me and I never actualized myself yet. At 56 I still want to change things about this world, and myself in it. Thanks for this….making the smelling salts a bit more acute to get going with things.
Cross posted although I don't know how good an idea this cross posting is...