Jump to content
IndiaDivine.org

notes to myself....s'cuse me Mr. Prather

Rate this topic


Guest guest

Recommended Posts

Guest guest

I hate spiritual lies....that's a religious truth with me.......I

sometimes hate the truth...when I hate anything it is because it is

the truth.....that's why I would say " hit me hard...really fucking

hard.....with what is true " ......that hate.....that's the tip

off.......if I hate something said or done......there is something

about me that I see in that statement or action that I dislike unto

hate.......elstwise I would not have been brought to reaction from

the being of direct action.....what is it in the truth that seems so

hateful?...it is my own insignificance.....my own delusion being

shattered..the one that says it's all about me.....and worse

yet....because this awareness has been caused and risen in me....I

now change the target of that hate......now not towards the truth

that I so hate...now it is the 'other' that has said the things that

have brought me to that humble and glorious truth. If I so love the

world as to lose my life/self, to gain the World that is already my

treasure.......than I must realize that 'hate'.. is the keeping of

that very 'other' that keeps me from losing that very self/mind/life

that creates the 'world' and obscures the 'World'. There is no one

here to comfort my afflictions nor celebrate my victories......only

my own thoughts create those victories..afflictions..wins and losses,

self and other. any and all words used to tell the truth of that are

deemed hateful by the obscured radiance that is my being-time as

self.......in Light there is none of it....not victory nor defeat nor

winning nor losing and.....darkly(to the beclouded refulgence) ....no

caring about any of it or any selves......where there is care there

is uncaring....where there is love there is hate....where there is me

there is you... where there is a world of reality there is a world of

illusiion ...where there is truth....there is none of this nor

that...there is truth period. and no matter what words are used to

tell of that....they will sound hateful...because I hate the

truth....what words will cause me to jump up and yell with

madness?..what words will sink me further into illusion..fuck?

pisshead?..shit stick?........penis breath?......what do any of those

words have to do with my survuval?....that's what's threatened in the

delusional mind, if anger is resulting...the survival of my self

deceit is threatened and I'm scared as hell of losing that delusion,

and not having anything to hate or heal, love or loathe, find

beautiful or ugly...I'm scared to die to that self that buries the

truth of the origin, and end, and now, of all 'known' being....I fear

and hate that which to my delusional and seperate existance must

needs be and remain to be the 'unknown'..contained never' and

forevermore and always, in any thought or experience of that seperate

self illusion.... and I hate to say it, and I hate to write it, and I

hate hating it... to a point that is sadly, some steps shy of that

death that is the grace and redemption of missing the mark of truth

(sin). This is no aplogy...this is no sufference of humility ...this

is no hearts and flowers..this is no hard feelings nor good

feelings...this is not a thought...this is truth....and I hate it as

much as anyone and that too is the truth....all and every thing' and

soul' hate the truth and will till they wont... and then it is to

late....then every thing and soul is no more...and is no more what it

was thought to be... and ceases sitting on the throne they never

owned nor ruled..then the truth of what really is......is.....and

there is no posting.

 

 

........bob (a part of the illusion... till not)

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Guest guest

Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 "

<Roberibus111 wrote:

>

> I hate spiritual lies....that's a religious truth with me.......I

> sometimes hate the truth...when I hate anything it is because it

is

> the truth.....that's why I would say " hit me hard...really fucking

> hard.....with what is true " ......that hate.....that's the tip

> off.......if I hate something said or done......there is something

> about me that I see in that statement or action that I dislike unto

> hate.......elstwise I would not have been brought to reaction from

> the being of direct action.....what is it in the truth that seems

so

> hateful?...it is my own insignificance.....my own delusion being

> shattered..the one that says it's all about me.....and worse

> yet....because this awareness has been caused and risen in me....I

> now change the target of that hate......now not towards the truth

> that I so hate...now it is the 'other' that has said the things

that

> have brought me to that humble and glorious truth. If I so love the

> world as to lose my life/self, to gain the World that is already my

> treasure.......than I must realize that 'hate'.. is the keeping of

> that very 'other' that keeps me from losing that very

self/mind/life

> that creates the 'world' and obscures the 'World'. There is no one

> here to comfort my afflictions nor celebrate my victories......only

> my own thoughts create those victories..afflictions..wins and

losses,

> self and other. any and all words used to tell the truth of that

are

> deemed hateful by the obscured radiance that is my being-time as

> self.......in Light there is none of it....not victory nor defeat

nor

> winning nor losing and.....darkly(to the beclouded

refulgence) ....no

> caring about any of it or any selves......where there is care there

> is uncaring....where there is love there is hate....where there is

me

> there is you... where there is a world of reality there is a world

of

> illusiion ...where there is truth....there is none of this nor

> that...there is truth period. and no matter what words are used to

> tell of that....they will sound hateful...because I hate the

> truth....what words will cause me to jump up and yell with

> madness?..what words will sink me further into illusion..fuck?

> pisshead?..shit stick?........penis breath?......what do any of

those

> words have to do with my survuval?....that's what's threatened in

the

> delusional mind, if anger is resulting...the survival of my self

> deceit is threatened and I'm scared as hell of losing that

delusion,

> and not having anything to hate or heal, love or loathe, find

> beautiful or ugly...I'm scared to die to that self that buries the

> truth of the origin, and end, and now, of all 'known' being....I

fear

> and hate that which to my delusional and seperate existance must

> needs be and remain to be the 'unknown'..contained never' and

> forevermore and always, in any thought or experience of that

seperate

> self illusion.... and I hate to say it, and I hate to write it, and

I

> hate hating it... to a point that is sadly, some steps shy of that

> death that is the grace and redemption of missing the mark of truth

> (sin). This is no aplogy...this is no sufference of

humility ...this

> is no hearts and flowers..this is no hard feelings nor good

> feelings...this is not a thought...this is truth....and I hate it

as

> much as anyone and that too is the truth....all and every thing'

and

> soul' hate the truth and will till they wont... and then it is to

> late....then every thing and soul is no more...and is no more what

it

> was thought to be... and ceases sitting on the throne they never

> owned nor ruled..then the truth of what really is......is.....and

> there is no posting.

>

>

> ........bob (a part of the illusion... till not)

>

 

I *love* such to-the-bone speaking

of truth

 

Bill

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Guest guest

Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart

wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 "

> <Roberibus111@> wrote:

> >

> > I hate spiritual lies....that's a religious truth with me.......I

> > sometimes hate the truth...when I hate anything it is because it

> is

> > the truth.....that's why I would say " hit me hard...really

fucking

> > hard.....with what is true " ......that hate.....that's the tip

> > off.......if I hate something said or done......there is

something

> > about me that I see in that statement or action that I dislike

unto

> > hate.......elstwise I would not have been brought to reaction

from

> > the being of direct action.....what is it in the truth that seems

> so

> > hateful?...it is my own insignificance.....my own delusion being

> > shattered..the one that says it's all about me.....and worse

> > yet....because this awareness has been caused and risen in

me....I

> > now change the target of that hate......now not towards the truth

> > that I so hate...now it is the 'other' that has said the things

> that

> > have brought me to that humble and glorious truth. If I so love

the

> > world as to lose my life/self, to gain the World that is already

my

> > treasure.......than I must realize that 'hate'.. is the keeping

of

> > that very 'other' that keeps me from losing that very

> self/mind/life

> > that creates the 'world' and obscures the 'World'. There is no

one

> > here to comfort my afflictions nor celebrate my

victories......only

> > my own thoughts create those victories..afflictions..wins and

> losses,

> > self and other. any and all words used to tell the truth of that

> are

> > deemed hateful by the obscured radiance that is my being-time as

> > self.......in Light there is none of it....not victory nor defeat

> nor

> > winning nor losing and.....darkly(to the beclouded

> refulgence) ....no

> > caring about any of it or any selves......where there is care

there

> > is uncaring....where there is love there is hate....where there

is

> me

> > there is you... where there is a world of reality there is a

world

> of

> > illusiion ...where there is truth....there is none of this nor

> > that...there is truth period. and no matter what words are used

to

> > tell of that....they will sound hateful...because I hate the

> > truth....what words will cause me to jump up and yell with

> > madness?..what words will sink me further into illusion..fuck?

> > pisshead?..shit stick?........penis breath?......what do any of

> those

> > words have to do with my survuval?....that's what's threatened in

> the

> > delusional mind, if anger is resulting...the survival of my self

> > deceit is threatened and I'm scared as hell of losing that

> delusion,

> > and not having anything to hate or heal, love or loathe, find

> > beautiful or ugly...I'm scared to die to that self that buries

the

> > truth of the origin, and end, and now, of all 'known' being....I

> fear

> > and hate that which to my delusional and seperate existance must

> > needs be and remain to be the 'unknown'..contained never' and

> > forevermore and always, in any thought or experience of that

> seperate

> > self illusion.... and I hate to say it, and I hate to write it,

and

> I

> > hate hating it... to a point that is sadly, some steps shy of

that

> > death that is the grace and redemption of missing the mark of

truth

> > (sin). This is no aplogy...this is no sufference of

> humility ...this

> > is no hearts and flowers..this is no hard feelings nor good

> > feelings...this is not a thought...this is truth....and I hate it

> as

> > much as anyone and that too is the truth....all and every thing'

> and

> > soul' hate the truth and will till they wont... and then it is to

> > late....then every thing and soul is no more...and is no more

what

> it

> > was thought to be... and ceases sitting on the throne they never

> > owned nor ruled..then the truth of what really is......is.....and

> > there is no posting.

> >

> >

> > ........bob (a part of the illusion... till not)

> >

>

> I *love* such to-the-bone speaking

> of truth

>

> Bill

 

 

and i appreciate you saying that

 

....even though I 'hate' saying so..(this part is just a funny)

 

;-)

pax vobicom Bill

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Guest guest

Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart

wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 "

> <Roberibus111@> wrote:

> >

> > I hate spiritual lies....that's a religious truth with

me.......I

> > sometimes hate the truth...when I hate anything it is because

it

> is

> > the truth.....that's why I would say " hit me hard...really

fucking

> > hard.....with what is true " ......that hate.....that's the tip

> > off.......if I hate something said or done......there is

something

> > about me that I see in that statement or action that I dislike

unto

> > hate.......elstwise I would not have been brought to reaction

from

> > the being of direct action.....what is it in the truth that

seems

> so

> > hateful?...it is my own insignificance.....my own delusion being

> > shattered..the one that says it's all about me.....and worse

> > yet....because this awareness has been caused and risen in

me....I

> > now change the target of that hate......now not towards the

truth

> > that I so hate...now it is the 'other' that has said the things

> that

> > have brought me to that humble and glorious truth. If I so love

the

> > world as to lose my life/self, to gain the World that is already

my

> > treasure.......than I must realize that 'hate'.. is the keeping

of

> > that very 'other' that keeps me from losing that very

> self/mind/life

> > that creates the 'world' and obscures the 'World'. There is no

one

> > here to comfort my afflictions nor celebrate my

victories......only

> > my own thoughts create those victories..afflictions..wins and

> losses,

> > self and other. any and all words used to tell the truth of that

> are

> > deemed hateful by the obscured radiance that is my being-time as

> > self.......in Light there is none of it....not victory nor

defeat

> nor

> > winning nor losing and.....darkly(to the beclouded

> refulgence) ....no

> > caring about any of it or any selves......where there is care

there

> > is uncaring....where there is love there is hate....where there

is

> me

> > there is you... where there is a world of reality there is a

world

> of

> > illusiion ...where there is truth....there is none of this nor

> > that...there is truth period. and no matter what words are used

to

> > tell of that....they will sound hateful...because I hate the

> > truth....what words will cause me to jump up and yell with

> > madness?..what words will sink me further into illusion..fuck?

> > pisshead?..shit stick?........penis breath?......what do any of

> those

> > words have to do with my survuval?....that's what's threatened

in

> the

> > delusional mind, if anger is resulting...the survival of my self

> > deceit is threatened and I'm scared as hell of losing that

> delusion,

> > and not having anything to hate or heal, love or loathe, find

> > beautiful or ugly...I'm scared to die to that self that buries

the

> > truth of the origin, and end, and now, of all 'known' being....I

> fear

> > and hate that which to my delusional and seperate existance must

> > needs be and remain to be the 'unknown'..contained never' and

> > forevermore and always, in any thought or experience of that

> seperate

> > self illusion.... and I hate to say it, and I hate to write it,

and

> I

> > hate hating it... to a point that is sadly, some steps shy of

that

> > death that is the grace and redemption of missing the mark of

truth

> > (sin). This is no aplogy...this is no sufference of

> humility ...this

> > is no hearts and flowers..this is no hard feelings nor good

> > feelings...this is not a thought...this is truth....and I hate

it

> as

> > much as anyone and that too is the truth....all and every thing'

> and

> > soul' hate the truth and will till they wont... and then it is

to

> > late....then every thing and soul is no more...and is no more

what

> it

> > was thought to be... and ceases sitting on the throne they never

> > owned nor ruled..then the truth of what really

is......is.....and

> > there is no posting.

> >

> >

> > ........bob (a part of the illusion... till not)

> >

>

> I *love* such to-the-bone speaking

> of truth

>

> Bill

>

 

 

I am large, I contain multitudes. Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

 

who I am contains noOne, a ripple.

 

Love,

Ana

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Join the conversation

You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.

Guest
Reply to this topic...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

Loading...
×
×
  • Create New...