Dear Parsley:
I'm not clear on what you mean by ''deny this'', deny what? But thanks for the opportunity to sip my chi and go on a little.
It think you are caught up on expecting something called ''paradise''... not sure if I use that word, and I have used a lot of words, but let me ask you, do you know what ''paradise'' is? I'm going to jump ahead and suggest that you have no idea what paradise really is. If I am wrong you can ignores what follows.
You have been subjected to media, adds of tropical beaches, honeymoon scenes, champagne glasses bubbling, new age fuzzed out blue and mauve pictures of lotus positioned devoties of a ''Lord knows who guru''.. in other words, you have everybody else's idea of ''paradise'' in your head ... except your own experience of it. Not the idea of it, but the experience of it. Bid diff....
As to the stable awareness that this is all play... well, the most accurrate way I could respond is that I live in the stable play of playing with the stable awareness that this is all play. After all, if it's all play, and there is something called ''stable awareness'', then stable awareness must be subject to play as well.. it's all game... and indeed I do play... with stable awareness of it being all play, and I also tickle awareness in the play process from time to time (everything is just tickling really). Maybe I didn't play enough as a child... could I be catching up... I'll play with that idea for a bit.
Anything more serious than play is just the sickness of Maya trying to make us think this experience is real...make things solid, making them matter, make them important, make them heavy, make them anything you want but for heaven's sake don't play, don't have fun, don't use your imagination, don't engage other dreamt characters in play and definitely don't share the joy of playing. At all costs avoid moving your body in play, never dance or walk in play, avoid using your eyes for play, avoid teasing, joking, poking a little fun at seriousness when it needs poking, jostling people for fun, playing with the spirit of your encounters, that last one is just a little new age b.s. that I thought would sound good.
This would indeed be a terrible world if, instead of war, we got together in a giant sand box and played. I let you win today and you let me win tomorrow. We could make up a few playful rules, just to keep the sand in the box, but other than that, we could just make it up. Perhaps the criteria for ''winning'' would be who has the greatest imagination. Maybe one of use would even break out of the sandbox. We are making it up anyways, but Maya has got us making up ''you fill in the blank''. Rhymes with ''hit, bit, it, sit''.
There is no need for me to live in the stable awareness that it is all play, there is no awareness that it is not all play... regardless of what appears to arise... the ''gods'' have been playing with us all along, why on earth would you not play back. You are a parent, a homeowner, a laborer, a student, a doctor, a lawyer, a garbage collector, and you fail to realize that these are all play. ALL! You have bought into the program... sold on a story that these are must-do-terribly-important-cannot-fail-at-must-look-good-at-must-conform-to-life-directing-imperatives... o.k., had enought?
I would never dream of telling you that you are leading a life of ''quiet desperation''. I would never suggest that people are depressed because they are depressing. I would never suggest to you that you could end your sad and terribly un-playful relationship(s) (work, marriage or otherwise)... I wouldn't dream of telling you that you should just hand in the keys to the executive washroom and walk out, or that you should wake up to the b.s. your education is indoctrinating you into, or that you throw out your T.V. It's not my place to tell you to wake up, to tell you to start living, I would not suggest in a million years that you go against what you doctor or shrink prescipe, I wouldn't dream of telling you to look into the eyes of your healthcare professional in order to first eveluate if he or she is indeed a glowing example of what to do or not do, I would hesitate to remind you that your body might just drop dead on the sidewalk tomorrow morning, (it might, you never know do you?) and suggest that you missed out on a crapload of fun that had been build up for the years following your untimely demise. These things I would never do.
To those members who read this and think something like ''Come on Jed, this is just not reasonable.'' I couldn't agree with you more. I am completely unreasonable, I live life without reasons (about 95% at present), and I am free. If freedom is unreasonable to you, then you are in a detention center or your own making... and believe it or not, you are free to walk out at any moment. The illusion of security provided by your cell is very, very temporary and perhaps, just perhaps, you are missing out on ''paradise'', whatever that is.
You asked how you could define ''paradise'' so it would work for you... can you see the silliness in that? Please reflect on it and let me know.
So, thank you Parsley, and all other contributors to my world, for the opportunity to play.
Love ya, Jed.
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