The Malady

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Nisargadatta , " fmraerdy " <mybox234@b...> wrote:

>

> There is a particular form of self-abuse, where a person continually

> picks at his skin, sometimes with pointy, or sharp-edged objects,

> resulting in the obvious - scratches, pricks, cuts, and bleeding,

> aaaah, the bleeding. (Side note: this is a modern-day malady often

> afflicting the young - often girls, sometimes boys, though boys have

> a particular version all their own, not discussed here.)

>

> You see, it's not the poking and cutting that is the aim of these

> particular unfortunates, it's the bleeding that they so get off on.

>

> If you saw a person with scabs all over his arms and legs, and you

> knew something about this malady, you'd probably want to do something

> about it - right? Tell them to get help, to see somebody, and if they

> refused, you might even want to get pushy, but if they don't want

> your help, you'd probably have to give up - right? It's a free

> country, and if a person wants to bleed to death, from the " death of

> a thousand cuts " , then it's their right - self-abuse, aaaah, the way

> of the fakir.

>

> But, if this was the end of it - which it is for most ordinary humans

> (having never read this post, and wouldn't understand it or agree

> with it even if they did) - that would be one thing, but there is

> another area where the exact same malady occurs, but because it's

> hidden, and no one can see or understand it's effects, nearly

> everybody on the planet - at this point in their " career " as humans -

> suffers from it.

>

> If you aren't immediately smiling (or smirking?) with recognition, as

> to where - precisely - this next paragraph is going, then you won't

> understand it, or agree with it, even after you read it.

>

> Language is a tool, and Life has honed that tool to a million sharp

> and pointy edges that mankind, from the age of about 3 - when

> language (words, those sharp and pointy things) became resident

> inside his cranium - till the present day, driven by Life Itself,

> wields about quite indescriminately inside his neural cavity,

> slashing and sticking and poking and cutting and, like a surgeon in

> an operating theatre crazed on PCP, bleeds it's victims, in exactly

> the same way bodily self-abusers, described in the first paragraph,

> bleed themselves.

>

> The AIM is the " blood " , in both cases, and whereas it is red, gooey,

> and chemical - and even called >>blood<< - when applied to

> physicality, it's yellow, foggy, and electrical when applied to

> mentality, where it's called >>thoughts<<.

>

> Humans are being purposely bled - to death - by Life, for purposes

> unknown to them, through the indescriminate use of language inside

> their own craniums, and ONLY when a person learns (some how, some

> way) to control the flow, to control the knife, can they stop their

> own demise before their time.

>

> Those who can not, are those billions of blithering idiots, called

> normal human beings engaged, quite unWILLingly in telling their own

> " stories " from morning till night for no one, and the Grand

> Cultivator - Life Itself - is the only victor.

 

Aaaah, that's some nasty shit! But you are right about the thoughts;

they do slash into the very soul almost indescrminately. Like a raving

surgeon high on weird chemicals.

 

al.