Author Topic: Jed Rant: Here he goes again...  (Read 2382 times)

EternalDawning

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Re: Jed Rant: Here he goes again...
« Reply #15 on: April 23, 2017, 10:40:22 am »
Why is the truth not being precieved?  Beyond the veil it is so obvious that it seems really impossible and insane that it could be NOT seen.  It's everywhere, everything.  Only in sleep is such obviousness ignored.   The creative power of mind to deny such truth is amazing! It's FANTASTIC!  I'm an expert at such denial even after having breeched the membrane of fantasies enough times to KNOW and yet my focus is often on the many constructs and stories. 

I made a sketch a few weeks ago about the radio idea.  Tuning is focus.  Focus seems to be based on free will / biological patterns of evolution, but regardless one can tune into many stations focused on selling the qualities found in the shhhhhhh between the stations or one can just dial into the shhhhhhhhh, letting go of the sales pitches and just buy into the reality that exists here and now. 

Why don't I tune into absolute truth all of the time?  The I that believes it isn't tuned in all the time is the fool and apparently I like folly more than I care to admit to myself at times.  The creative aspect, the storyteller, enjoys apparent existence.  "But the greatest story ever told could be realized RIGHT NOW!", I inturrupt myself (considering the times when the houselights turn on, the curtain, which is getting pretty tattered, goes up, the actors are revealed and understanding the whole thing is followed by applause, love, gratitude... freedom... breathing life).  Is it that part sooooo great?  Isn't the prefrence of that story just another story I believe?  Just because I'm tuned into this subtle made up aspect of believing a person is typing to a person do I assume that this particular part is not all part of the "greatest story"? Just because now it seems to be STILL unfolding right between the end and the beginning, isn't that still great?...I mean just because I read the credits and know the producer doesn't mean I can't enjoy the show.  My ego attempts to break it up into understandable bites, gnawing towards it's own tail.  Is the story only made up for the sake of reavealing Oneself to the manifestation of it's creation?  Isn't this basically masterbation?  No wonder that's taboo. 
I've considered the world as here to trip us up, to wake us up, to strengthen us in the certainty of our own being regardless of the seeming state of apperances sourced from one's imagination, but what's the point?  Exploration? Facination with popcorn? Eternal foolishness?  How many more times will I dip into the drama of the unconscious to hide and then reveal myself to myself?  I don't know.  Peek-a-boo!
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