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Originally posted by NewAgeMan
reply to post by 74Templar
Mere word games alone aren't going to be sufficient to move the human being into the domain of eternal freedom imo. (that's no slight at all on you IAMIAM who I know contributes to the lives of others around you).
Which is why I look forward to introducing the 5c's of Life Transformation into this thread (time permitting this evening), because it's something we can actually DO to perform miracles of the human heart, turning the most mundane of human interactions into "water-into-wine" experiences. This process will also put our own committment to being authentic to the test, and hone our skills in this area. Lastly, as an added bonus, we will get to have the experience of being world changers, starting with ourselves and our own lives and then moving out from there into the lives of those we touch, starting with our own families and circles of friends, coworkers and aquaintances. So this thread is meant to move from text on a screen to the rubber that meets the road and goes somewhere fast and far, with maximal TORQUE!
Please stay tuned, and prepare to omtimize yourself and the world around you in ways that you cannot now even begin to fathom or imagine. We will be doing miracles of a sort before this thread has outlived its usefulness, you'll see.
edit on 19-10-2011 by NewAgeMan because: edit
Originally posted by a1red3
That's why it's absurd!
Actual song "Dreamer" by Ozzy:
Originally posted by NewAgeMan
Jesus in a Mental Ward
Jesus in a mental ward is of little use to the mass of society and by extension, Civilization as a whole (unless they have unlimited internet access) until he explodes as an omegapoint detonation of the cosmogenesis of the noosphere. Bottled up and girded all 'round by an utterly absurd, even insane, Civilization - he is sure to "pop" at some point.
As the unrelenting pressure of all ignorance and absurdity of the larger world without, eliciting for him the grins and giggles of a madman, as the recognition dawns in his mind and heart that the truth is indominable, and the love, HIS love, inconquerable, he lines up in the cue for his meds. The very best of the best of the human being is always present, and the regenerative principal, always latent, the eternal wellspring of new life meeting life and love meeting love the first principal, no matter what anyone else thinks about it, he muses, beaming at the nurse as she gives him a tiny cup of pills and an equally tiny cup of water with which to swallow them. It is his sacrament, of an absurd world gone mad, but he knows this, and throwing them back with a splash in his mouth, he offers the nurse a look of pity and deep love before turning to join his newfound friends in the dining lounge.
Then suddenly, like clouds parting the very sky to let a new light shine into the ward, everyone smiles, both patients and nurses and doctors alike (even the sports announcer on the TV set above the nurses station, normally a vain and morose individual, in spite of his outward mask of perfection), as if it's not a local phenomenon, but an "event" who's effect just rippled out across the entire breadth of all being and becoming, like a whole new world reborn, fresh and new.
Entering the dining lounge, and taking his seat (they've prepared for him the head of the table, how ironic he muses), he announces to the group in a loud resonant manner which cannot hide his mirth and humor "What's to worry about?!" to amuzed giggles and laiughter. Everyone knows, especially these people, when the time has come for the world to rejoice.
After greeting, each one of them in succession, their servers who are operating behind the counter of the food line, everyone, both patients an servers alike, are equally moved by the whole affair. Taking their places, they are seated, someone having paid him, their latest and most extraordinary addition, the courtesy of filling him a tray of food, they glance at him, as if awaiting a grace or a benediction of some kind, to which he laughs aloud, uproariously, and simply nods. They all dig in, as if eating and enjoying their food like a bunch of teenagers. "The FIRST supper" one of them exclaims to laughter and mouthfuls of agreement and mirth all around.
Outside the room, a somewhat panic striken orderly asks the doctor briskly walking down the hall, himself in a panic also, and perhaps not just for those he was charged with the task of "treating" - "How many MORE doctor?" The doctor, a look of childlike terror in his eyes, stops, turns and faces the orderly, and, spreading his arms wide not unlike Jesus Christ himself, replies "I don't know. It appears to be widespread and total. In fact, I think it's starting to effect us all!"
"I think it was the last Jesus we just admitted last night" Billyy the orderly replied, as then as if in epiphany he says, as much to himself as to the doctor "as if once they reached a certain "criitical mass" they would generate what HE called (checking his clipboard) "the omegapoint of the cosmogensis of the noosphere".Looks like they did it Doc. It's all over the TV now, soon to be in the papers, and it's in the way people al over the place are being with one another, even to the way that you are looking at me right now doctor, with that glow of love in your face and eyes."
"I know Billy, I see it in you too."
"Had to happen at some point, somewhere, Doctor" Billy replied, as if he was speaking while standing upon sacred ground.
The preceeding was a fictional story only, and is in no way intended to resemble actual events or people, seriously!
And who can tell me, that this absurd world we are living in is not a "mental ward"..
It's ok to "pop" provided we do it in the right framework and context, of a mutually supportive and loving compassion, with acceptance. It may even be essential.
Sounds 60's Hippyish, but it's totally true. Human potential can only be unleashed from within a loving and supportive framework of mutuality, of the brotherhood and sisterhood of man.
Hope you liked the story! I thought it was pretty creative and somewhat amuzing, but maybe that's just me I don't know.
Originally posted by Unity_99
Peter Brown - Satsang - Spiritual Investigation
Very deep thinker. And really wonderful to experience his way of expressing his insights and investigations into spirit. Enjoying this very much.
Originally posted by NewAgeMan
Human Absurdities(and sentiments) (partial list only)
Assuming everything based solely on prior "knowledge" as accumulated information
Not listening with an open mind free from a priori or even a contemptuous bias
Seeking first to be understood and only then, to understand
The need to know and be right at all cost, even at the cost of truth and reality itself
Unworthiness, as in "I'm not worthy".
Insecure sense of self identity as in "I'm not ok"
Fear of judgement of others
The need to look good, at all cost, even to the point of looking bad
Unending repetition of personal drama
Playing victim or victimizing (in whatever way however great or small)
Farting in an elevator and then pretending it must have been someone else
Hating self and others
Judging - comparing
Intollerance of the "beliefs" of others, not matter how superficial they may be
Love of money for what it is
Desire for fame
Lust for "power" and "presitige"
I'm smarter than you
You're smarter than me
I'm better than you
You're better than me
I am God
I am not God
I am you
You are me
I am this or that "thing" or "adjective"
I'm a thing
I'm an animal
I'm somebody extra special
I'm not spiritual
I'm not spiritual enough
I'm TOO spiritual
I'm afraid of you
I'm afraid of me
There's never enough
I have it all
The past determines the future
No one loves me
It's my parents fault
It's the aliens fault
It's the NWO's fault (had to throw those in being we're here at ATS)
I don't care
He doesn't love me
She doesn't love me
Why don't they love me?
Money can buy me happiness
Money can't buy me happiness
I'm a fool
I'm not a fool
I can't dance
YOU can't dance
I can't laugh
YOU can't laugh
"They" are to blame
"I" am to blame
"YOU" are to blame
It should not be what it is
It cannot be changed
There is no hope
Love is just a feeling
Time is of the essence
This life is hell
I hate people
I hate animals
I hate God
I know what's really happening
I know who and what I really am
You don't know what's really happening
You don't know who and what you really are
I can fix you
You can fix me
I'll fix them
When will it all end?
When will it all begin?
If I do so and so, then I will get to have such and such, and then I will at last get to be happy, maybe
It's never enough
It's too much
I want more
When will it happen?
What time is it now?
"For man all happiness must arise exclusively in relation to all unhappiness, already experienced." (Gurdjieff ) and
"The more that suffering has carved into our being, the more joy we can contain." (Gibran)