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Truth Realization / Re: Sandra Anne's New Book (currently untitled)
« Last post by zd15 on February 07, 2024, 10:24:31 pm »
So happy to see your writing again. Happy Chinese New Year!
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Member Posts / Re: Truth exists - What is existence?
« Last post by Rog on January 28, 2024, 05:35:22 pm »
I think I had a similar dilemma at one point.  I realized that if I questioned what Truth was far enough, I realized I don't even know what reality is...  Existence, reality, I think we mean similar things.  It made it more difficult to exist because whatever I had previously thought to be true as "life" what I had taken for granted to be an obvious reality had kinda lost meaning and it was hard to find something solid to base my life or choices off.

I know I didn't really supply an answer for you, I'm more just reflecting that I think I understand what you're saying, having had a similar issue.  I would say it's not so problematic as it used to be for me, but I'm still working through it in some ways.
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Truth Realization / Re: Sandra Anne's New Book (currently untitled)
« Last post by Sandraanne on January 24, 2024, 12:46:21 am »
You only need to see it once. I often wonder what I would have done if I’d never seen it for as much suffering as I still went through coming out of my fog, to stay in it seems a million times worse. The everyday non-stop insecurities, the ever present measuring of myself to some ideal that isn’t even really there, how many moments are wasted this way in a single life? It seems tremendous now for some reason. And what would I have done if I had not had Jed on the other end of this communication? Who would have **** believed me? Or worse? Would I have failed to believe myself, what I knew? I don’t really know if it wasn’t Jed who had some hand in the vision appearing the way it did. It was after I was in contact with him that it arose. Might he have had a hand in that? Perhaps just the connection brought it on? There’s no way to really know. Perhaps these types of experiences are forged from another level, another dimension all together and no one has anything to do with them. Miracles happen. Maybe, that’s all I can call it.

Jed was a being of another order, that’s for sure. That he took an interest in this one and liked to read my writing was always astounding to me. It was like suddenly having a partner in crime who would cheer on your saying what no one dared to say anymore, calling out bullshit on all levels. I’m not sure however if presenting my writing on here was actually helpful to me. In some regards, it was bound to be attacked but the fact that Jed supported it was enough for me to do it. I think he maybe knew something I didn’t at the time and that was to wake up was to lose your role as yourself. If you disappear, there will be no one left to live for, so you need something else. Of course, I also had my children. I knew the instant I saw it, that they would need me, in fact, my first instinct in that very moment, my first thought was, “I will do everything in my power to protect what you really are till the day I die.” My love for them was absolute and I knew it, after all, like anything else you can ever come across, they were innocent of any wrongdoing. Everyone goes the way of delusion because that’s the only model there is to follow and how a life unfolds has nothing to do with anything that you really are. From this state of awareness, you can only ever do what you are programmed to do. One of the first revelations in the moment is that no one has ever once done anything on purpose. You don’t believe this, if and when you see it, you will instantly know that this would be impossible.

After Jed died I tried to focus on my website, I’m sure some of you went there but it just wasn’t satisfying since there was no interaction. The few people who read it and maybe questioned me about anything were Jed’s students, the few that I was already acquainted with and had a rapport of some sort. Other than that it felt like I was writing for an invisible audience that wasn’t even there and there was no  way I could imagine one. I was accustomed to writing for Jed and when he was alive, he was all the audience I needed but that was gone now. Suffice it to say that if you were any sort of a loner before, it just gets weirder to talk to anyone who is pretending to be and know things that just aren’t true. It’s very hard to have some interaction there, and yet, on some level we really are meant to be social. We are each other after all. I can imagine you see me for awhile if I believe you are out there somewhere, but a person needs to be reflected in the eyes of another or there’s no identity at all. My children do fill this role for me which puts me into the role of mother. I’m quite suited for this role as on some level I was actually made for it but eventually kids grow up too.

Usually some other talent will arise, like the writing did here. We are meant to be creators just like the one that created us. Without a creative outlet, life stagnates and becomes dull. That may be the real reason that so much drama is arising on all levels of the dream presently. Awareness is tired of the rote memorization of the same old facts and the most prevalent common man who toils his whole life away at some job that consists of the repetition of menial tasks is too much to take. It’s suffocation on some level of existence and we can’t have that. Even a war is meant to bring us into more aliveness, to snap us out of the collective safety of wrong thinking and living. We aren’t meant to live in solemn peace, we need action and excitement, a continuous stream of events where we are forced to love and forge friendships.  If we don’t find a way to do this on our own, then events conspire to force us into relying on each other just for the sake of survival. The bond of those who survive a combat is usually lasting. Even horror unites us.

I tried once to connect with other non-dual leaning characters to no avail. The most striking thing I find with these ones is the need to never consider anyone else’s point of view. Seriously, they can’t even entertain it so no discussions there. It’s a weird phenomena to be sure. It’s almost as if the fact that you can never say anything that is going to be absolutely true means you shouldn’t say anything at all. There’s no one hear to say anything they scream back, never realizing that this too is saying something. I don’t know how it’s so hard to just play along with them but they don’t seem to want it. Many of them are very miserable I can tell. They’ve got these hard truths that no one actually exists and all is void. Anyone who speaks about anything else is wrong, or ignorant or seeking attention. It’s the most asinine **** I think I’ve ever seen. It’s like they have this idea that in order to wake up, you really need to kill yourself and probably your whole life at the same time. That wasn’t my experience at all and if Jed was alive I think he’d confirm it wasn’t his either. If anything there was more of an interest in other beings, not to be some guru but just to put yourself out there as having something to say. We should all have something to say if you ask me. On some level, haven’t we all been silenced enough? If it’s not the Buddhists putting everyone to sleep with meditation or the doctors with medication now it’s the non dualists who just claim nothing is worth **** with since it’s not real.

The real reason Jed was the Invisible Guru is that he knew there wasn’t one. We are all our own guru’s that’s the only way it works. It doesn’t work to just follow anyone. It only works when we confirm **** for ourselves. It isn’t others knowledge that we seek but our own. The idea that you need to live in solitude and never share anything is absurd. We are made for sharing not just this but everything. Does no one see how everything would work better this way? Jed did just that. He created a space where all could express themselves because he knew that we are meant to do it. It’s actually the fact that we don’t do it that leads us to become so inhibited and fearful. We try to express everything when we are children and get shut down. We’re too loud. We’re too playful. We’re asking too many questions or whatever it is. That’s something to break out of, not go around forcing it upon anyone else. So what if you don’t agree with something someone says? What right does anyone have to mock or judge another? No one is going to be right because there is no such thing. There is only the expression as it is expressing. How is that so threatening? I always wonder how anyone ever comes back with their whole self riotous spiel on anything online. It’s like why not just look away if it offends you? No one is forcing you to look or read things you don’t want to. Probably you’re sitting all alone in your room. Is someone holding your eyes or your body in front of it? Listen, I don’t like hurtful things at all. That’s not for me so I don’t look at it but I figure if something like that is there then my only concern is how did I find it and what needs to change so I don’t wind up here again.  Just probably don’t click there, pretty simple.

Jed had a rule not to comment on other people’s threads here because he knew that everyone comes to their own understanding on their own in their own time. People are so happy to help because they somehow think that their own experience is the right one. Maybe what really happens is that it threatens what they think they know if someone has it go some other way. I personally don’t know how we can’t honor all of it, whether we agree with it or not. The bottom line is people are seeking. What could be more beautiful than that regardless of where they are on their journey or what it looks like to them? There is no final stop anyway, anyone’s **** can be great today and maybe down the tubes next week. **** does happen to anyone at any time so none of us can ever have the final say on anything if you ask me. Sometimes I say, “Let’s have a party”, and the next day I’m like, “**** it let’s die already and get it over with there’s no hope for this **** place.” I usually laugh at myself the day after that. My moods here are as unpredictable as ever. Should I reign that in? I don’t even want to. I think it’s more fun this way, just whatever comes up is what comes up. I think people want to put on this facade of having it together but I’m not sure what the **** you can hold together. Where the **** is it? I’ve never found a single thing that I could hold onto, if you ask me it’s slipping through my thoughts, fingers, sensations, and everything else just as fast as it comes but hey that’s just me. If you’ve found a way to hold onto things, I might want to hear it, maybe take some notes. I think everyone has a unique gift to offer that can always be considered. My life is always changing in some way. I’m coming across new things all the time. I figure I’m supposed to, other wise what’s the point, you’ve seen it all or know it all and that’s it? Isn’t that some type of death in itself? Closed up and just going through the motions. If life is dynamic then I’d say you’d want to open the window and let in as many different things as you can. Everyone and everything that is seen, heard, felt, sensed, thought of, or whatever can be included. This insidious idea that you need to reject everything to come to your senses is really misguided on some level. Of course, that doesn’t mean you don’t have to question your beliefs, obviously this is the process, to find out how you are working the way you are and to ultimately correct and align that with your highest possible potential but potential for what? If it’s all void what does that even mean, your own selfish pleasure? Or does another movement arise from within the awakening to light the path of whatever you can possibly bring light to? Could that be a reason for living? For coming to your senses and the Truth of life? Maybe, to see that it’s not only for you but for life in general, that life itself wants to fulfill its highest potential on not just one level but whatever levels there are which could be billions. Just as the sprouting buds seek the light so is everything else.

The thing is it doesn’t stop there. It never does. It’s going to push. There is never a time to be complacent or to just say, “Oh okay, well, then this is it.” No, that’s not how it works. Contrary to the concept of being, “Done”, there is always more work to do if you are not living in your absolute highest fullest potential, meaning you are fulfilling the purpose for which you were not just designed but created. No one else can take up the slack there. That’s not a thing because each being has a unique function that no other being on earth can bring to fruition. This is not like getting fired at your job and someone else moving into your position behind the cash register or the blackjack table. This is more like there is heart-wrenching **** to be excavated from the depths of your being so that it never has a chance to be passed on or to infect another single human being. It will pull you out of any kind of slump you’re in that says, “I’m not the one for that. I think I’ll just ride it out thank you very much. This will do.” And you will know, it’s either that or you will suffer. Those are the choices, you go all the way or you compromise and reap the results of your own lack of vision and laziness. Fear and doubt or Truth, there is no in-between state.

And that’s when you’ll actually do the work that you signed up for and don’t I **** know it? I’m not sure I’ve even started yet. If I have, then I’ve only just scratched the surface because I can feel it. There’s something more to discover. I think sometimes you reach a plateau that you like and you stay there for a while, maybe a few years, and then comes the day. Something comes up behind you and at first it's just nudging you, then it's more like a shove, and if you don't move already it's like a warning, move or else. Here it's or else time.

Further.
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Truth Realization / Re: Sandra Anne's New Book (currently untitled)
« Last post by Sandraanne on January 20, 2024, 05:04:22 am »
Do most humans, cultures and societies know what life is? They seem to think they do. In most cases, as soon as a child is born there will be a slew of experts that come in to inform the parents about what to do with it. No one seems to notice that the underlying message to all this interference into not just family life but bodily functions, what to feed it, when to sleep it, and really just about everything else already implies a type of inadequacy. Is a parents natural instinct to love, protect, and nurture their young been bred out of us? Or do we just believe it has? A parent can pick from hundreds of books on the subject of children or just phone their mother or doctor. Everyone now has advice, directions, and directives about how to raise a child except you, the one who should know. Are we trained to regard ourselves as dumb or do we just start out that way? That’s the real question.

Maybe it’s really a matter of being born to idiots. I know when I was growing up half of the time I wasn’t sure if my parents liked me or hated me. For some reason,  I was never one for rules or being told what to do and by the time I was 13 years old, I was probably as defiant as you can get. The idea that the school system was going to mold me and turn me into a productive member of society was squashed pretty early I’d say. My parents would drop me to the front of the school entrance and just to appease them I’d walk through the front doors where all the kids entered and straight on through a door on the other side that opened up onto the field in the back. Past that was the open road. I sought freedom. The truth is I didn’t know what the **** we were all supposed to be doing there but whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t for me. My favorite words by the time I was 14 were “**** you” and “**** this.” Even at that tender age, I knew one thing. I was on my own.

If politics are any indication of a culture, I’d like to know what we have here in the U.S since with the advent of video footage and digital or paper trails, we must be a nation of liars.  Everyone who is anyone on that stage is on tape putting their foot in their mouth somewhere. Maybe they don’t even try to hide their untruths anymore because no one can tell a Truth from its opposite, a lie. That’s how dumb the population is. They’ll fall for anything as long as there’s some inkling in it that maybe there’s some benefit or personal gain involved. There never is but that doesn’t stop them from forming groups to support the never ending idiotic ideas that seem to sprout like weeds over here. The most disturbing aspect of it all is that no one you can come across seems to have any idea. They drive down the road strewn with ugly fast food joints and strip malls and probably think it’s completely normal to be surrounded by such a hideous landscape. They don’t bat an eyelid as their mailboxes become full of paper notes that require more and more documentations and regulations. It’s like some weird movie that maybe has bodies moving about devoid of a brain. They even smile and laugh as another superficial requirement for being alive finds them. I actually wonder if anyone is really thinking these days or if that’s what we’re really missing. The population has been so well programmed to go along with any commands that come down the pipe that anything can and does, and you won’t hear a peep out of them. This has got to be the most defeated population on the planet. Is that what all the schooling was really for? It tapped into ego’s need for superiority by way of its inferiority. “Let us make you and your children smart, cross your T’s and dot your I’s, repeat after me “I will do as I’m told from now on”, there, there now you’re a good little boy or girl. No need to question, we’ve got your answers already. There’s only one answer, ours. You’ll never have another one as long as you live. Isn’t this so much easier? There’s no need to think, we’ve done it all for you.”

I think I was actually born a rebel. It was ingrained or came through as some reaction to past lives where I always wound up with the short end of the stick. Yeah, I might have been pissed off from the very start. I can’t really be sure because I don’t remember being born. Isn’t it crazy how we forget so much of our life? What even was I then? I have no idea. I think I was probably just alive. There I was some little baby just full of cries and movements and all that and then suddenly sometime later I was a person, a girl, a woman, and then a mother myself.

I can’t really pinpoint when I realized that I actually hated this place. People were **** or just scary to even look at. I can laugh about it now because sometimes I just look at people walking around and think to myself, “What the hell even is that?” We are weird looking creatures and yes, some of us are definitely  weirder looking than others somehow creating a huge disconnect between what I am and what they are. We come in all shapes and sizes it seems and always in varying degrees of age. I’m getting older now myself and it’s actually hard to believe I am. I think I don’t really know what I look like anymore. I wonder how I look to other people sometimes, like what do they see when they look my way? ****, how old do I look to them because in myself I don’t feel old but there it is, I imagined I turned 58 last summer. I wonder really if anyone can see me or if they just see me through the window shades of their eyes which makes me look however they think I look but it’s not the same image for any two people and certainly not the one I hold in my mind. Maybe pictures are the most telling image. I actually can’t stand them. I’m usually shocked when I see one of myself and think, “That’s not what I feel I look like. Gross. What is that?”

I think I was very pretty when I was a young woman but that’s neither here nor there now. Now, I’m just thinking, “Oh well, looks fade but what’s inside is still the same.” I actually think that what I am is still the same as it’s always been. My own voice doesn’t sound any older to me. I don’t like to talk like some old person now or something. In fact, if I could walk around using the f-word like I did for most of my life and get away with it, I probably would. I sometimes think there was a very good reason that word was invented since it has so many sensible uses. There’s f-that for things you want nothing to do with and f-you for people you want nothing to do with. Then there’s WTF which is basically an invaluable expression right now since it’s actually hard to know what anything is anymore or you just can’t believe your eyes and ears, things are that bizarre. The only one I never really got was the one that referenced a mother. I guess I never understood how anyone’s mother got sucked into such a popular expression. Did we hate our mothers? I know I used to hate mine. I thought she was pretty mean to me on a lot of occasions, just basically rude and somehow uncaring. I guess it’s starting to make more sense, ours was a generation of mother haters maybe. Probably my favorite usage is f-it since you can throw caution to the wind with that one and go ahead do whatever it is you want to do. F-me is maybe a little less know but comes in handy when some crazy **** hits the fan and you have no clue what’s going on or what the hell just went down but it somehow has something to do with you.

So yeah, I just don’t feel old these days, hell, maybe I’m actually getting younger. That would be cool. Of course, on some level, I am wiser. I shudder now to think how afraid I was when I was starting out. That was obviously before I found out how stupid people are. Once I realized this, things got easier. I think my first clues came when my kids were starting first grade and I was supposed to care what they did there since that’s when they start grading papers. It dawned on me then that the whole A to F racket must of been some kind of hoax or even something sinister after all I had no memories whatsoever of what I learned in school other than I hated it there. I think the first time I found out a teacher had gotten rude with one of my children I went down there and asked something like, “And just who the hell are you again?” I learned then that I was supposed to care. Here was some lady who thought a lot of herself I mused. “Are you famous?”, I wondered, “Because I’ve never heard of you.” To be honest, I think I was actually a little shocked. I had never paraded myself around as some serious person who could go around barking orders at anyone else so I didn’t get the whole charade right away. I just remember thinking, “Man, you have got some nerve to be scaring little children like that.” The whole thing seemed pretty sick to me actually. Needless to say, we had to homeschool. We tried different schools and different teachers but they were all the same. I finally realized that they were afraid of losing their jobs if their students didn’t get the right answer or something. It was a reflection on them and they didn’t make much so they needed the money probably there were bonuses involved for having a class with the least incorrect answers. Of course, I could never really understand how even that might cause you to be nasty to little kids so I looked a little closer at the situation and realized they were maybe parroting how their own first teachers had been with them. It was the way the role was played apparently. I thought well that’s fine but not with my kids. My kids know how to employ the f-word when dealing with people like you. I think it was one of the first things I taught them.

I actually think whole societies can be understood and reduced by how they treat their children. It just explains so much. I think you’d be surprised. Over here in the U.S. it depends on where you live and basically it goes like this, the poorer the area, the worse the children will be treated. The schools know that poor parents don’t have the means to start a litigation so they can basically get away with doing whatever they want. Many schools are still spanking the kids in their care but they don’t use their hand like a parent might, they use a wooden board instead as if this eliminates the perversion factor of touching what should be an off limits part of the body. I know some schools where they are still discipling even 18 year old girls and boys this way. Of course, the principal is always some old man who tells them to spread em and lean over his desk while he does his duty. Yeah, you wouldn’t think this was still going on but you see, going back to the stupidity factor, most people aren’t actually thinking anymore. They haven’t done that since they were little kids themselves. I guess you have to know how the mind forms a personality to understand that. Maybe, I’ll get into that later. Suffice it to say, filthy old men are acting on some sick perverted fantasy they have where they are in control and the student is not. It’s actually a fairly common one among men and some women of this caliber. The area is poor and they rose through the ranks themselves somehow some forty years ago when all you had to do to get a teacher’s gig was know how to bullshit a little. They got the minimum college degree usually because their family maybe had a nice farm and the money to send them. You didn’t need any special brains or thinking skills back then, college was really just the equivalent of being able to act in the school play. Actually, most of our older politician’s or anyone holding a public office who is over the age of 60 is really a product of the money that paid for their degree. Actual intelligence hadn’t been invented yet so they just got lucky or they had the family name to carry on some tradition of, “Listen to me. I know what I’m doing.” They didn’t and they haven’t actually evolved either. They’re just good at the game by now which really amounts to acting like you know something even if you don’t. All of them are obviously delusional but some more so then others as they play out their family disfunction on a bigger stage while never realizing it. When they say, “Those people are our enemy, let’s ready the troops”, they’re really remembering how they got beat up and bullied when they were younger and no one did anything about it. Father didn’t care and mother was just a pretty skirt with no power to intervene. Maybe, that’s how we started hating our mothers. It’s the ultimate fantasy really how a kid might dream up some revenge but never actually does anything. These guys don’t actually go to war. It’s more like playing a video game to them. How this game has gone on as long as it has is beyond me but when stupid takes hold it’s almost impossible to get rid of because no one is smart enough to wake up out of it. So that’s the situation over here. We went from being mindless brutes to drama queens.

When or if you ever see how it really is, how the fabric so to speak of the world you only seem to inhabit rises up and all around you in some picturesque forms, you won’t be happy about it at all. Mainly, you will see that it’s gone completely off the rails and has nothing to do with actually being alive anymore. The subtle structures that have been erected to “catch” the outlier to the common reality basically demands that one comply with **** that is too stupid to take seriously and yet, you’ll be surrounded with beings who are doing just that. They’ll want to collect your taxes, and maybe pull you over because the light over your license plate went out. They’ll want to know who you are, what you’re doing, and where you’re going. And that’s when you’ll want to pull out the f-word and use it on everyone and everything you ever see.

This of course is now called having a “bad attitude”. We should be loving tolerant individuals without ever once questioning just what we are tolerating. Most are so complacent they just allow their cultures to dictate the terms and conditions of not just how they live but how they are even alive at all. They let some group of rogue players determine what they are without ever batting an eyelash that **** isn’t adding up and never **** has. There I said it. The f-bomb has a certain force to it that emphasizes just how far away from the mark we’ve wandered.

The actual reason no one escapes this madness anymore is that it’s nearly impossible to escape it. It starts in the morning when we pick up our phone and ends when we close our eyes. The false outer world has a way of seeping into not just your relationships but now they want your body too. Line up, roll up your sleeve and let us inject you with our latest concoctions just if you’re body doesn’t like it, don’t blame us. We don’t actually know what we’re doing anymore than the next guy, but we sure like selling the ****. The fact that people are dropping dead all over the world from it doesn’t concern us, listen there are too many people anyway, so that’s just collateral damage. If you survive you’ll thank us later, after we thin the herd there will be more of everything for everyone.

The most curious thing you’ll learn after you see it’s all an illusion is the tenacity for the physical realm to actually manifest according to certain properties. Transcending the physical is a life long job that is now directed by what you need to avoid rather than where you’d want to go. Suffice it to say you’ll walk a fine line between the things of this world and the actual reality. Making the groceries appear without leaving your house probably isn’t going to happen but you never know, you might be able to coerce someone into doing the shopping for you so you can spare yourself the weekly horror of watching the brain dead masses shuffling through Walmart. Eventually you’ll want to position yourself in the least conspicuous situation, and you’ll learn how talking to anyone isn’t really worth it since they will always misinterpret what you say for something you’re not saying.

Thinking you know what’s going to happen will basically be replaced by just seeing what does until you give up the activity all together. On the most basic level, it’s not really required anymore and won’t do you any good. The universe is best left to its own devices of where you will go and what you will do. Any idea you have about what this will be is usually a pull back into the bullshit of how you thought things worked but don’t. Learning to allow it to do so without imputing your past conditioning takes about ten years. Yeah, it’s that long. This is the amount of time you’re basically teetering between two worlds, the old and the new. It is a time of new beginnings and the shedding of so much **** at times you won’t know if you’re sinking or flying. Everything is in a process of shifting but it doesn’t do anything the way you think it will, it has its own methods of propulsion. One minute you might even think your life is over only to find this little detour into some manic depression was exactly what you needed to overcome the next hurdle of bizarre events. Depression is actually a lucid state where you realize that anything humans have called “normal” is a grossly inadequate way to be. That’s like tying yourself to some railroad tracks just waiting for the train to come and calling it an achievement because the knots you used to tie yourself there came out of some ancient fishing culture who lived peacefully and invented the best knots ever. You mastered a highly elite form of knot tying so you could be squashed under some wagon wheels. That’s really the insanity that looks out at us from all corners of some globe we only imagine we are living on. It’s the same as people thinking they can eat their money, that money can save them from a wide spread famine or a war torn desolate piece of land. No, when people are hungry, they don’t care about your money. If you have something they want, they’ll just take it. Suffice it to say, for all our worldly accomplishments, the purely human mentality has reached an unprecedented low, in a word, it’s insane. This is really the only reality that most have ever known. They were born into it at birth and never **** escape, never, because the mechanism for escape never had a chance to download and now the place it would download into is filled up and overflowing with all the other ****. So first, if you were interested in the download, you’d have to start unloading all the stuff that is either filling or blocking the way to the slot it can download into. So let’s see. Let’s do the math because math is a thing. Let’s say from birth to 50 years, you’ve been accumulating this other type of knowledge, knowledge that comes from outside sources and not the kind you need for this other thing. Can you just clear that out overnight? How much of it has actually decomposed to the point that it’s just a sludge that has mixed with your actual tissue? The two things have conglomerated. If you remove the sludge you’re going to be ripping out your own flesh at the same time. Do you just say to hell with it, I’ll just rip them both out? That’s going to be very painful don’t you think? And yet, this seems to be the process, but don’t worry, what you really are will grow back if it needs too. You know maybe if you don’t actually kill yourself in the process, you’ll adjust and be alright. On some level, you got to make a judgement call there and figure out how much the thing that has attached itself to you is holding you down or whether you can live with the compromise of leaving it there. In some instances, just the fact that you’ve thought it over and are now choosing to leave it there takes care of the whole issue. The fact that you’ve accepted the limitation turns it into something else, it may even later become beneficial.

Most people on the other hand aren’t even operating at 15%. All you have to do is take a look at world events to see what the actual life capacities are at right now. Pretty **** low. Most people think waking up will instantly propel them into some higher state of awareness, but there is no such thing. All it really is is that you know you are dreaming. This doesn't mean you will feel differently or perceive in another way. Everything is the same except that you know what's going on now. So it's just a matter of knowing the Truth and not being deceived anymore. You know what you are. That’s all. Once you know what that is, you’ll just naturally lose interest in stories that pit you and humanity in some race against time to evolve or behave differently. You’ll know there’s no climate to change, no standards of living to uphold or enhance upon, no countries to defend, no thought whatsoever to take seriously as if your life depended on it. You are life. What the **** can top that? You’re the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega, here to play a game that looks and feels real. The only real enemy to living life to its fullest potential is fear. You think there are restrictions to what you can do and where you can go and to some extent there really are. For instance, if your dream is to build a skyscraper and you’re working at the gas station right now, probably not going to happen. I personally doubt I’ll ever run a marathon because luckily I’d never want to but if I did I actually think I could swing it. Suffice it to say, there might be limits but a lot of them can be overcome. You learned them, and you can unlearn them. Nothing you learned is real is real. That’s the line that you can cross. You’re a fish that knows he’s not in the water, he is the water. There might be an impulse then to turn the water into wine but if there is just let it go. No one needs to do that anymore, just be sensible and run down to the corner store and buy a bottle before supplies run out. Maybe just turn on some tunes and throw a party for one. Celebrate. ****, you might as well, after all, nothing else is really going on. So just do your best to have a good, here’s the word, **** time of it. The good news is that once you're out of it, it's not the same place anymore. You will have left all this **** behind.
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Truth Realization / Re: That which was never born . . .
« Last post by fantianzhanche on December 06, 2023, 06:19:26 pm »
I came late. Jed's departure made me very sad. Jed gave me a new life! Always grateful!
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Truth Realization / Re: Your Ego Is Already Destroyed
« Last post by fantianzhanche on December 06, 2023, 06:05:55 pm »
Thanks for sharing, I have similar findings
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Truth Realization / Re: Your Ego Is Already Destroyed
« Last post by dpoirier on November 24, 2023, 04:08:31 am »
Zara, thank you so much for these incredibly clear examples of how the ego gets reaffirmed by our thoughts and actions. Your post has made clear something that has always been a bit fuzzy for me. I wish you would post more of these wisdom-pieces, but I fully understand how busy you are with everything and especially the new course (looking forward to that!).
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Member Posts / Re: Truth exists - What is existence?
« Last post by GP on November 19, 2023, 02:28:38 am »
I am horrified of getting rid off my life. But nevertheless I write here.

I tried to contemplate the feeling of "I". There is great unease in that moment. One time there arrived the thought "I am the unease". For a short moment I felt better. How to go on?
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Member Posts / Truth exists - What is existence?
« Last post by GP on November 18, 2023, 09:27:38 am »
I read the assumption, an assertion (because at the moment that's it for me) that truth exists. I can ask "what is truth?"and "does truth exist?" But if I accept "truth exists" as a working hypothesis, then I ask myself: What is existence? Does this make any sense? I mean, could this question be helpful to come to the point?

I am new here, and I am not a native English speaker (maybe this is helpful for the dialogue - thanks in advance for considering this). I look for possibilities to come further and was hoping that someone knows really and that this someone could help to come further.
Thanks
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Member Posts / Thank you and where I stand
« Last post by getitgotit on September 04, 2023, 07:51:14 am »
I haven't posted in a while. Thank you for cointinuing this forum, Zara. I am grateful for my interactions with Jed McKenna  :D <3

Life has brought me to my knees - again. And it ocassionally does this. Last year, if there is time, life tried to kill me twice. But I am still here. So I guess I should still be here. After bad events I get quiet again and come 'back to my senses'. Currently, Anna Brown and Michael Singer and a German dude are helping me with this.

I cling so much to my relationship and now I allow myself (and my partner) space from it. The one thing I did not want is space from it and now I truly need space from it. I have never really been into relationships, mostly probably because they are really making me deal with myself, mirroring all parts of me that hurt myself and others. Then I want to end them. I am not even sure if a relationship I have is masochistic or if it is good because I can grow. But do I really have a choice? I assume that the only choice I have lies in awareness, and then I am more powerful than I want to see. If all neediness goes, I do not know what this existence is for. Only play?

I do not know who sees this or who will reply, but I wanted to share.

Love and peace to whoever reads this   :o

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