Dandelion Damsel, I Adore You

In conversation we are never impersonal.  We never refer to something outside of us, though we can imagine it so.  With strange luck people fall into one another and mesh, and they become one as the parts that do not mix peel away from their melting/solidifying bodies: as we objectively approach this novel meltingness its beauty and intricacy seem to invite us to know them. 
When we attempt to take Nature seriously, as if we understand her and some unspoken contract exists which we are to respect in our actions towards her (but almost never in thought), -- when we forget that we are her, she will tend to be playful.  This playfulness can make us laugh or cry, can give us a moment of peace that reaches to all of our being, and can kill us instantly without the slightest anticipation on our part.  The respect we learn to have for other human beings we must have for Nature, in exactly the same way.  Never pretend to know everything about her, always admire every feature and believe her the most beautiful of her kind.  Even if you feel slightly a phony at first, take that as part of her unforgiving attitude of playfulness, because you will eventually be one with her beauty and admire her in earnest.
Nature is always artificial and real.  It's aspects are like different people, moving around through our lives, sometimes staying and sometimes leaving, depending on your solicitation and on their temperament.   Sometimes we have to go back to a certain person long gone in order to move on. 

Oneness: a rejection of Good and Evil?

For a long time now I have been interested in the idea that negativity is an illusion.  It serves to keep our minds comfortably just the way they are, however uncomfortable it may seem.  It keeps us apart from knowing and seeing, and serves to incite a "fight or flight" response.  Thus this fearful mind is not willing to explore that which it fights or flees; it uses energy to repel ideas, to repel unwanted realities.

But here I am, saying negativity is an illusion and yet describing its existence.  How can this be?  I really don't know.  Maybe negativity is just a word originally understood as describing a complex process, and not a state of being.

Negativity exists only because we allow it to; it is areas in our minds where we foster contradictory or incomplete thoughts about the nature of reality.  We vainly uphold these ideas in our minds, using and choosing them, when what we should do is drop them and keep searching.  It is imagination, just as happiness is.  But happiness is more complete imagination.  Happiness is letting go of all of your presumptions and accepting that you "know" nothing.  You must die, you must let go and let yourself be changed.  It is a state of constant flux and interaction with the chaotic stimuli of the world.  We were made to handle and be assaulted by all of this chaos at once.  Good and Bad will mean nothing, once you act from within.

What you know, in your heart of hearts, you should do

Be when it will that you do it, exercise every day until then!

Hypnotism

Hypnotism has been misrepresented in movies for four decades; e.g., the hypnotized person goes into a trance-like state during which they are liable to say or indeed sometimes do anything the hypnotist wants them to.  Real hypnotism does not take away any control or perception of reality from the person performed upon.  It only gives verbal suggestions with which he could place himself in a very comfortable mental state from which he feels able to access any feelings and sense landscapes: memories and dreams.  From there, the hypnotist acts as a psychotherapist, feeling out the kinks in the person's fabrics and leading the person to them.  So, it can be a very powerful tool for unlocking one's mind, for removing the binds that detract us from being all that we can be.  The process is an opening of the mind to new associations among things that make it up, a complete acceptance of self-change.  There are infinite paths that can be taken to reach the Truth and infinite ways of expressing it -- but not a single one, no matter how accurate and poetic a description it is, can have any real authority over any other.  We cannot be defined, we cannot anticipate ourselves.  Thus, hypnotism is a path to truth.  We are not removed from reality by it because WE are reality.

Just as hypnotism is a path to truth, Music is a path to truth, Reading is a path to truth, your Pet (and friend) Dog is a path to truth, Yoga and Tantra are paths to truth, even appreciating plants can be a path to truth.  Yours is a unique journey, don't worry about the what or why, because total acceptance of all leads to transcendence and the realization of immortality, and if you love you shall become love.

The "realization of immortality" is a deep feeling that cannot be described with words, and is attained in moments of Truth (when we feel everything).  If we allow it to take hold of and transform us, Light shall encompass all our being and we shall see as we are meant to.  It would be the greatest bliss to know that I've described my knowledge of this well enough that others could see some part of its truth in themselves and from it, grow further.  That is my long-term aim in my blogging.

pain and hope

Hello, internet!  This is my first blog, and I am excited to be writing for teachers, office workers, politicians, psychopaths, toddlers, and pedobears everywhere!  I will write about whatever; personal stories, natural sciences, gossip, philosophy, music, noise, literature, clowns crawling through my gutters, biographies, my ideals, etc.  All posts will pertain to the weirdest and/or the most transcendent iedolóns that surface from me.

It is one and the same that I am writing this for all of you and for all of myself.  I go forward with the wish to grow and learn from this writing experience.   And now, chaos.

(Moths unpeel their wings and shiver off and out of mind.  Some are cramped and a little clumsy, but exposure to flames and spiders will make them robust.  Their future is assured by their numbers; the population will not be kept idle.)  Other animals will greet us.

My body is warming up and cannot suffer to be insulated by its own thoughts and ideas, else it will have to cool down and will fail to become one with the ever-changing, ever-chaotic world outside.

The world is chaos, but we know --we know-- that we can exist in it happily.  We only need to pay a little attention to see the hope that is offered.

That part inside of us that gives encouraging words to a sibling when we feel they need it, or that makes us hug someone who needs it, which drives us crazy if we choose to ignore it... that part of me, and of you, is the eternal Hope.  We need nothing else to be happy except to always remember how we felt during those moments.  I truly believe this.  In choosing to be happy we must also choose to suffer when our attempts are in vain, to bear it when someone hurts us...  but life IS suffering, and happiness IS a choice that does not exclude any pain.  Choosing to be happy is choosing to have faith that we all deserve to love and be loved, that what is innermost in you is not so different from what is innermost in everyone. 

I have always been fascinated with science and the mysterious universe we find ourselves in, and don't believe in anything supernatural.  People would always react funny when I told them I didn't believe in God, of course.  I still don't, and never will, believe in the idea of a sentient Creator who created the universe with us in mind.  However, I have also come into the view that negating, falsifying, disproving, or ignoring ideas is mental masturbation, and cannot be as productive as freely given and openly accepted mental sex.  IF I already know what I know, why should I treat the opinion of another as a threat?  Why believe that what they are trying to express is an exact counter-point to what I feel?  Why assume that we understand one another perfectly, or that I understand myself perfectly?  I do not understand myself, and I never will.  I will never make someone understand me.