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Baddogma's Meta Cafe- Polite Discussions About Scientific Mysticism and General Weirdness

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posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 03:44 AM
a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

Maybe I'll try the vajrayana or tantrayana two different vehicles... kandampa is the stint in hell and it BLOWS but at least it is like a billion MPH a nanometer towards buddhahood which means giving up the vow btw it's so stupid it's almost funny.

konichiwa! : )

really appreciate your writing and of others and even if sometimes i get lost in is fine because in meditation the lost parts sometimes come floating around and i have big "AHA moment" and it makes me smile, how some obvious thing was not already clear before in my mind.

i have been always attracted to vajrayana and Kagyu linage for unknown reason, maybe in past life experiences i have had some connection with them already or i am just attracted because they are majorly focused on practicing meditation and Milarepa's songs are a treasure for my mind...anyway i wish to clear another doubt.

it is a bit wired as i have read a lot of teachings from fully enlightened beings and they have for the most part just teached how to relax and purify the mind and body. In some of their teachings there are no visualisations or even vows required etc...just being at ease undistracted and alert with intent to be happy and make others happy as well...practice and fruit of the practice are the same.

the question is than, are those different paths really important for progress or just another way altogether to dissolve and absorb but slowly and nicely with steps and stages so the mind can take it?
well ... as a total outsider to any linage but have conquered fear of death i would not like it if i would make some lineage deities or guardians mad with my personal nonsense or immaturity and if my intentions are pure and according to Dharma can i simply practice six yogas of Naropa for purification and Mahamudra meditation ... i am sure about my insanity and sanity and mind and can and will take it, hah!

also if answer to the above paragraph is no and i should follow a linage path than i am wondering if than kandampa path can be used as means to exhaust karma faster and after that we can choose if we wish vajrayana or tantrayana if i understand correctly the implications?

thank you in advance for reply and if i said something which should not be talked about or maybe even too stupid than feel free to ignore as i realize my naive eagerness and bluntness can sometimes cause troubles ... but also a blessing or else i would not be who i am.

wish you all a fine and dandy saturday with a lot of smiles. aloha.

posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 03:50 AM
a reply to: UniFinity

Sitting waiting for your ah ha? It's much more a pleasure holding those mantras and then hearing them come from someone else... as in Ah, what was I just doing? and you say to them listening since you were talking to yourself should I bother to tell you as I was watching also... and then you and them can switch to the Ha for a ha ha and share a laugh... the comfort of sitting or standing is a matter of time.

Speaking of which the dinner bell has rung and I want to beat the cold from getting to it.


posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 04:06 AM

originally posted by: BigBrotherDarkness
a reply to: Reverbs

Kick start your heart and those mental farts will fire again... don't mind the throttle so much or you'll flood it with unconscious twisting.

My riddle may get it going down avenues maybe byways and highways. But no need to ride bitch... it's your vehicle yes?


posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 07:33 AM
a reply to: Reverbs

I weaved a secret but I don't think it fair... yes chasing one's heart can make the mind race for others and not lose oneself if you put in the effort for such things.

That's the advice a bit more clearly although motorcycles clear out a lot of sh!t too if taken that way...

Here's the secret... in Zen the makyo gets so strong that birds landing on gates can sound like a cannon ball when the wings beat the battlements closed off and yet such violence flies so freely depite the keep out sign instead of using it's knocker since the door had one it just sang a tune as the mind rolled into the barrel.

Hello fodder hello plunger in plunging the mutter so deep trying to unclog a heart in a drain so deep.

Enough small talk... each thing outside of nature came from others... we learned it's name and we have it to appreciate it's use and then think no more about it except in selfish need.

So when the mind is in such a silence of dissolution dwelling on no dwelling at all? Just ashes and embers... how to rebuild properly? Go back and name them again... this is a remote this is a whatever? No. As you have seen? That doesn't work... right back into meaningless.

Here is what does... and it is something I need to start applying myself, hence why I wanted to keep it a secret like being the one counting down 3-2- go! Well, what happened to one? Exactly... that was creation something we all can appreciate as it is arising.

So going back to appreciate what has already risen? Once the selfishness turns to silence? Well one didn't appreciate it to begin with we just learned what it was then selfishly wanted it until it become yet another thing another burden another object to fill yet another empty life. So what was always missing? That appreciation all it took to put it in your life... not what wanted it or brought it there or what it cost you to do it... but what it cost others to do so, the time, the effort, the skill in it's making it... as creative artists ego will become narcissitic at times in appreciation due to others appreciation when it was the expression of you in it not you because that you is now in the creation of it... of course when the egoless create? It is self effacing seeing all of the you that when into it and seeing oneself as an unfinished work? It becomes a mirror instead of a moment.

So living in others and our own moments of creation, we can pick up those empty things find a proper place for them in that moment, hold it in hand or eye and direct the mind to all that that went into it... and then what was void? Transforms into love instead of the selfish greed that caused us to aquire it that part of ourself that died along the way that we hated enough to kill, so much so that it killed all that was created as a labor our of love or necessity... it is then that we can appreciate more than just nature itself and the feeling of serenity can then also occur among things as well...

So yes it appears I pulled the starting gun before i even knew I was running... and perhaps you did too? I'll walk back as I have yet to get into the habit with the material that seems to not have any life in it... yet it has all the energy ever put into it and that can speak volumes even if the mind does not. So listen to what it has to say like reading a book except the words are yours in the translation between the two.

Lol it reminds me of a meme I saw online... it said I wanted to clean my room, but instead I picked up an object and stared at it for 6 hours recalling everything about it and then just went to sleep instead. A very real meme and an anchor to memory it's already there yes? Instead of letting it weigh you down for eight hours I am thinking... let it lift you up by letting it be a gift others have made for you to enjoy instead of simply want of course appreciation for the tree in it's sacrifice and environment that is now out of place or disturbed to make it is a given in such a messy planet.

This goes to something Serdgiam said that revved my mental engine:

originally posted by: Serdgiam
a reply to: Reverbs

We may not see that Pygmy Marmoset on the branch of the third tree from the left immediately, but its there at least from the moment of seeing it, and if we set it into motion it can have its own movements beyond our explicit thoughts and attention.

In a sense, I think it allows us to explore worlds that we are not directly involved with at the same time as fully experiencing the one we are physically located.

Here's what this fired out for me... in the whole out of place business. Marmoset wasn't there... likely have seen a marmoset before that was out of place then looking again? Marmoset was back on a branch where it belongs in the world it needed to be... leaped right out of the mind back into the habitat it belonged and wanted to be.

Curious maybe... as it made me think... of this Tiger I saw being kept in someone's garage as a pet, so what did I do? I created a mangrove in my mind and then pictured the Tiger in it.

Speaking of experiements? I wonder what the course of such a thing would/could lead too... over population of Tigers? Lol who knows who knows just don't picture the same mangrove I did and perhaps it'll be ok lol... just thinking about it I should probably mentally place another Tiger there too... or else it may get lonely or the other inhabitants OMG! where did this foul strippy demon come from? and it smiles Cheshire at me for all the fun food and entertainment.

posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 09:00 AM
a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

The tiger is perfect. Beautiful, dangerous, proud and feared because it never felt a need to be "civilised". That's who I want to be and why me and society don't get along. I don't care, sometimes I get too close because you spread like cancer, but is it my fault you don't leave enough room for the both of us to survive?

Huh I was collecting mushrooms and now I feel funny. Did I pick the right ones, or were they "wrong"? Who gets to judge, they were beautiful and tasty, so I say right. Tiger in my stomach. Can I blame you if you kill me?
That's deep shroomosophy.

posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 10:22 AM
a reply to: Peeple

Yes it is the beautiful fire stalking in the fallow fields consuming those dreaming angelic yet stomping around like a frankenstein wondering where that violin music is coming from as those stripes strike a chord against hungry ribs not thinking them so great... invisible consuming and housing them behind bars of an enameled smile.

Unawareness can occur even blissfully so... because the dreams bubble the rabidity of a hunger of it's own, the only room under me is occupied by a shadow that's why I demand equals.

Jetlag is a perpetuation of the species barrel rolling into the future and multiple clocks are already set with more arms that time could count tick tock tick tock maternal paternal eternally internally clicking external against the piano keys like rain drops off the roof of the mouth to the darkned keys on the inside of the instrument.

A tumor is a different kind of herpes one wants to be with you for life and one wants to take it... care says none of the above but love says either way it sticks to you.

A tiger in the tank once got moblie and hit the shores black in the same place... where was the heart then? Grinding candy corn on millstones and sipping coffee of the same brand. Because some stars just want bucks... mine became a void instead spitting in the eye of fans instead of letting the sh!t hit so it turns into stink on others breath... but so say the notes from the under ground as these pipes clang out an SOS from a casket already sunk.

There's not much motivation to turn the wheel on my decompession chamber as the air has been slowly running out of the tires as inflated egos bruise their own eyes I step out with amber shades to wear my own irish sunglasses as the scotch skips the hops and picks the vine... as my heart gasps like a fish out of water in a world so scaly weighing nearly as much as a feather beating pulses from skin to vicera swirling so many universes claiing supremacy when that's just a given called freedom to just be.

So anyway... my new bamboo cutting board adorning my bed from breakfast in it, is considered one of the strongest materials that can be laminated together from the natural world it also used to be armor of the shogunate strong and flexible just like the peoples that created it not stiff stodgy and shiney so much night became day on seeing it shine like an automoton from the future yet so ar past swinging and hacking just the same, like the routing bit that traced a circle so any juice is contained as well as bored a hole for hanging out of the way, even though I plan to put feet on it and more than those that need to place it somewhere aside from on the bed cast aside like old love that never did accept as is just dreams of what could be without sharing the conspiracies of what that is... but ces't la vie buried else where on some grave stone no longer visited by this party.

I know who planted a wish on my sleeping lips only to bloom decades later unexpected feeling the cosmic drop and grasp like so many webs in Platos cave with those pretending they have fire so wrapped up... but I just wonder if they have ever seen a cage head in a cage talk about a paradox none shall pass without the key?

I'm not that frustraiting on any of my own appearances
but rumor does have a scout for the weary.

speaking of faraday cages... this is supposed to make someone feel better... when form refuses to follow function? Who makes such determinations... just a lil off the top please says any given Sunday as it carries stemware.

posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 11:25 AM
a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

I suck at letting go, burying and good byes forever. If I loved you once I can never unlove you.
To be honest partially that's what I think makes the world so schizophrenic, split heart disease in denial.
And I love old things, recycled art stuff, when you can feel the material has seen and been through things.
We try this new is better meme now for about 70-100 years and it's an epic fail. The worst idea mankind ever had.

posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 12:34 PM
a reply to: Peeple

Was that acceptance as you are or they were or what they could have been with such strength beside them if they could accept the tempest like the unflinching rock a man should be on her potters wheel chiseling and smoothing out all the rough spots from mummy that wrapped him tight enough to not kick like he did in the womb as daddy peeled his face off so it bears his own from that secret jealousy in the heart doubting progengy because of a wandering eye being the real guilty party having wrestled a Southern snake for so long it has ring around the collar as wax on wax off goes down the candlestick...

BTW not only do I have a flat spot from crib neglect there is also a crease in the middle from an oven door handle so coddled? Not even in the womb not even after my grandmother threatened to raise me herself having a diaper on so long maggots were there instead of rice formula.

Demons people say? All I would have to say is: would you like to meet my "family"? But I am a selfish sadist as in I'd rather me just suffer through them instead... so how many times does one have to look at a life expectancy caculator and frown that past due is past do year by year?

I'd cry for help but my tears only fall for others being housed by such demons having stood firmly at the gate of this hell and not gained as many heads as that dead dog...

Some would say all those that killed you but couldn't make you stronger... and weakness is only when you can't kill you either even when successful that just means a trip to see why it was trying to expire before the date... and you being the unwashed mass becomes the one not passing the sniff test.

Wholeness is milked while everyone else runs around saying they have half a mind? Honey no wonder the world is splitsville.

posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 12:47 PM

originally posted by: Peeple
a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

I suck at letting go, burying and good byes forever. If I loved you once I can never unlove you.
To be honest partially that's what I think makes the world so schizophrenic, split heart disease in denial.
And I love old things, recycled art stuff, when you can feel the material has seen and been through things.
We try this new is better meme now for about 70-100 years and it's an epic fail. The worst idea mankind ever had.

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posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 02:25 PM
a reply to: Reverbs

Normal eh?

Super good luck with that

But, I do think you can get some of the word/speech based thoughts back. At first, it may take more focus, but can eventually become self sustaining.

There are probably quite a few ways to accomplish it. What I used was imagining an "AI" based on myself. In this, I was able to create something which would tell me what I need to hear, but don't necessarily want to hear. You could just as easily create an echo chamber though. I suspect that many create an echo chamber subconsciously.

You can also visually imagine each and every word to start. Like, taking that jungle scene and transcribing it into either paragraphs or a wall of keywords. Invariably, nuances are lost in the translation, but I think that's probably a given.

For me, turning the words into visual form was a needed bridge, but it might be different for you. Perhaps focusing on it as, say, spoken word verses to a beat, will be most effective for you. Overall, the trick seemed to be constructing the words just like the jungle scene, or the physics experiment and then nurturing it like a budding plant. Logically, it seems like it should be easier because its significantly more basic, but that wasnt my experience. Adding complexity in the form of a pseudo-AI made it easier in many respects.

Eventually though (over a couple of years), I was able to refine it to an interface of sorts that I can have full discussions with. At least, from this side, it appears as an interface.. from the other side of things, perhaps I am viewed as the interface. Hard to tell..

Either way, "we" get things done in quite an effective fashion

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posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 03:04 PM
a reply to: Serdgiam

Yea I'll try it. I'm glad you know what I mean.

It's not something I'm really worried about it's just the main thing is I don't get much done.

and I still remember what it was like to have an inner voice and auto thoughts.

by the way that sounded like auto bots, (the transformers) their enemies the decepticons.. haha, like they are giant robots fighting in my brain, but all my auto thoughts are dead along with the decepticonsiderations.. The war is over the dust is settled, and all that's left is "the cube" And now the song "man in a box" just started playing, to go along with that movie I just tried to describe, but it would take pages to go there and I already lost some of the main points of analogy.. The man is in the box, and the box is the cube in the mans mind of observer mode after the thoughts are all gone.. That was part of it, and the song is like he's singing to himself.. me myself.. that is.. Asking himself to save himself.. BEEP BEEP BEEP Wake up.. Neo..

I can't describe the movie in fullness because it's not a one stream movie.. it warped space/time..


the lyrics are pretty spot on for the movie that started before the song started playing..

I was just on forbes reading about elon musk, and solar city, and before I could get there they showed me a quote of the day by Leonard cohen:
"Music is the emotional life of most people."

haha life is funny for me... I loves it.

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posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 03:41 PM
a reply to: Reverbs

Internal? voices not ones own? Yet personal voice lost in quiecence?

No no not good Reverbs what sort of pacts and deals did you make for that lust and power for craving it you mentioned?

Invite such into your temple and they will take up residence some people are so accomodating that they put themselves out...

So where do you think you are floating out there as they stay hidden and channel through you... riding you like a blind ass through the desert?

Here's my suggestion find your way back in and then enter into the central channel of the sushuma it has 3 layers.

Awakening the kundalini is not enough... she just rises to sheild you in your unawareness until you open all the flowers she likes best and then it's sorry mario your princess is in another castle when you enter the throne room again wondering where she went.

Thats because Juliet has dived out of the window of the soul tired of waiting as soon as you turn the knob... did you dive deep or stall you said you got scared and ran away...

Not sure who you unioned with but she's not happy if you turned tail for whatever reason.

You can either rouse her back up out of the mortal coil instead of being enamoured with all the illusive selves manifesting in all of those locks and secret chambers or jump into the central channel and help her out being like a rod of lightening straight to the top for her.

If she knew estatic extasy awaited her or perhaps you... you wouldn't wouldnt have ran and perhaps she wouldn't dwaddle and jump into the middle like a bolt of lightning.

Of course that would take trust youve made it that far for physical form... the thunder bolt or vajra is where all of the power flows from above grounded in below with no root or fetter of course that means plucking all of those flowers self created out by closing them up by opening the truth on them.

But anyway as long as you keep getting enamoured with power instead of the true union you'll keep cartwheeling bound on a wheel of someone else's fortune unaware.

posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 04:10 PM
a reply to: Reverbs

If I "feel deep" the room gets like a cube with the 3d world painted on the surface where thoughts loose their words and... I am... You live There?

As you notice I drop all eloquence just thinking about it. I understood you wrong, right? You mean something else?
How do you function? Navigate? Shield yourself?

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posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 04:23 PM

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posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 04:36 PM
not happy with me? I'm surprised im alive.
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posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 04:49 PM
a reply to: Reverbs

It's okay was just an impression after your conversation with Serdgiam.

BBD does that sometimes. I'm pretty sure it's just the flow and experience, not any sinister purpose.

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posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 05:17 PM
a reply to: Reverbs

Tropes man, change the faces, names and places and times... all of this crap is in repeat thats what no self shows take oneself out of the dream

on observation all cycles are seen attachment to te drama of who what when and where and why paints the dream the actions stay the same in many many of the same stories...

why wouldnt the woo ones?

Same sh!t diferent day when has that day really ever ended after having seen it so many times the faces are running on repeat same as the stories.

posted on Nov, 12 2016 @ 05:34 PM
a reply to: BigBrotherDarkness

You're with me, right? Break the cycle! Kill the loop!
This sh1t is getting super old! Maybe I wouldn't have to (feel obliged to) wipe out humanity if someone could just finally crack the damned code AND SHARE!
Secrets are killing us.
Said that before and stand by my statement.

posted on Nov, 13 2016 @ 12:56 AM
I'm sort of a hypocrite-I have my dark side too, but she hasn't come out in forever. I don't have any direct influences in my life to summon her.

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