fwd: Life is the pits

[Guest guest]

om ANA om

you are the same Laughter of reckless indifference called Self.

 

I read your message and then I was the thought: " I, " the ego,

must choose " my " words carefully.

And then the laughter of reckless-indifference was the thought:

" I don't think, I don't write… "

 

Since I don't think, and I don't write, let my hands think so

egos can write:

 

The Laughter is that this Laughter plays all its roles perfectly

– but the Laughter is the " Awareness " that it is all

fiction.

This fiction is not only a joke but the Supreme Joke of: there is no

other.

 

The imaginary outside is the ego and so clothes are ego. Viagra,

testosterone and big-tits, fancy-houses… mean-dogs and

huge-trucks are all just ego. Everything we own and possess, need

and control is all outside, ego.

 

The only message that Buddha, Jesus and Ramana gave us was not of

words but deeds: you cannot love your ego, the outside. Thus they

owned nothing and controlled nothing.

 

THIS WAS THEIR ONLY MESSAGE – all the words that followed them

is/was to make the physical-reality appear real so that cults could

have their religions.

 

Buddha, Jesus, Ramana " treated " the physical-reality as if

it was nothing because it is " nothing " called ego.

AND ONLY because they owned and controlled nothing did they not have

to love anything because they were the LOVE that is EVERYTHING.

 

If Buddhists and Christians knew Buddha's and Jesus' ONLY

MESSAGE then there would be no religions and their cults,

and life would be a spiritual wonderland

and the physical-reality would be a distant joke in the background.

 

The physical-reality is the Supreme Joke because there is no outside,

And physics tells us that probability-clouds cannot be solid,

physical

and all the fictions we have tell us it cannot be " reality. "

 

re: Your " biting my lip "

 

I used to react to egos and their " sins and forgiveness "

… but then words made me laugh " Laughter is playing the

duality of sin's-forgiveness's role as perfectly as mine. "

 

This " biting my lip " also reminded me of yesterday's

Laughter:

 

Life is the pits

when Silence is Bliss

that is far, far beyond the universe.

And yet, after a few hours,

the mind gets bored with Bliss

so it has to play with words

so I can be the Laughter

that hands think

and egos write.

 

If there is one choice in this fiction called life

then it would be for Laughter to kill the thought of death

but then hands could not think

for egos to write.

 

so just keep laughing – the thought called death WILL die,

sooner or later

but YOU are the same ME that keeps Laughing forever.

 

LOVE U R