[preamble: #digitsrants (hold on to your hats for this "bad trip" learning experience #praisetheherb heh)]
"the things we hate in others are the things we hate in ourselves but are not yet facing."
"there's no shame in the truth"
"... HAY YOUUUU... :) stop eating babies. you will be everybody in this room. through the eternium of being, existence, you will be the floor you are sat on now. you will be those molecules of air, and as those molecules of air you will continue on being. through all beings. and the baby. through all being. and if you've tripped, you'll know, that's a lot of being. :) through the rich intricacy. so stop eating babies maybe huh? some fall away, and that's why we're here to catch ourselves. that, what some call psychopathic nihilism, it's not something added, not something switched on, it's switched off, in cowardice or fear, it's okay, because, remember, there's only the one being here... okay now? :) " [i]~or, it went something like that... sorry, started typing more than half way through from memory, and my typing speed's not even half the spoken speed.[/i]
i ate babies... prawns, lamb, chicken, these are all babies, not humans, but further out. cows too, how long can a cow live...when are cattle slaughtered? i dont know, but i am guessing, 2 years? as soon as they're adult sized. hopefully well cared for, nicer than the harshness of nature, protected from the stresses of predators... unilt the perhaps on many levels blissfully unaware... if at least cared for humanely, and not just given over to a psychopathing money reductive machine, racing to the bottom, eventually to churn through human babies just the same, hypnotising people to beleive it the height of oppulent decadence, to eat the poor... #facethehorror
i ate cress, ... it too babie that i ate. further out yet. but still babies.
but if you cant tell that eating human babies is a different level of wrong.... maybe you've been inducted to a form of mass formation psychosis, on some story of superiority, in a hypnotic trance detached from reality, where horrors are numbed to null, and replaced with pleasure. this is a tragic addiction to succumb to, especially because you dont care that it's tragic. that is the addiction. the tightest nub of the addictive self delusion.... because through the eterniae, there is only the one me. nowhere to hide. here with out third eyes clubbed over by our brains, we easy miss that.
yeah maybe we'll get to be breatharian and even then tred with compasionate grace n ease in knowing the air itself me, and the very constructs of it and all.
for now, we can simply face the horror. strong enough to. always a better way.
and if you've never eaten babies...
oh yeah, that was another whole part of it, before i got lost in the side shpeal.
if you've never eaten babies, like me, as in, ^ yeah, that whole bit before. to have a bridge to which to meet those deep in the horror that they do not face yet splash about in. we who perhaps only in earshot of the horror, may recoil in fright, creating the divide. but we cannot mend what we do not face, right? so we too need face the horror. not just those who've toggled "on" their psychopathy,, as in, toggled off their compassion, or at least good sense that they're only hurting themselves... even if only at the very ultimate least basic grounded level of existence itself)...
but then, #agnotology ... the #psychology of not wanting to face the horror. then the complicity, the shame, and then in the hedonistic narcissistic urges given priority in the nullified essence of even base level oneness derived compassion, not even residual as a cold empty strategy of social snakey leveraging... the sort of paths that lead to eating babies.
when it these secret special groups, the specialness and the secrecy leads to new special secrecy groups within that, and within that, and across other avenues... and the broader special group think they're all in it together, not realising they who are not in the inner circle, are the fodder, the buffer, and both the scapegoats and the "marketing"; the good deeds clothing they hide their villainy necessitated secreted from the shared basic moral codes among the broader special secret group. this happens too in non secret but special groups. creating that initial secrete special group. and it's from there there is a selective filter of those who want to be in the secret special group. and that desire, and other driving criteria, atop that desire, that personality or tendency, continues. and the deeper in, the more the feedback loops of the need for secrecy, and the thrills of getting away with it, and the need to run from facing the horror, deeping the psychopathy, and increasing the threat from the psychopaths in the same circle jerk with you at that depth. ... and the increasing need for power, and the lack of better wisdom to know not to do whatever karmic tension building horrors, the power to hide, and the power itself feeds the pleasure satiations... this is how we arrive at #kakistarchy, ruled by the worst. this is what history is littered with. and we can still mend this. if we at least now turn #mendwards, to #faceTheHorror ... knowing, #enlaketch. "you are another me". there's just you and me here, the only being, autopoeisis... are we going to contribute to the tragedy of the commons... or are we going to do something good with it.
... a lot of beings gave their lives so we could be here.
so do something good with it.
.... i like to think of their eyes... especially when i'm eating prawns... since they're so far out there. it's good to remember, they're beings too, they have a sentient umwelt of their own sort. they look out. they see their own kind, eating their own kind. ... sometimes, "you are what you eat", makes me worry... like, if i eat too many prawns... will i turn cannibalistic? haha, i bet i probably had you going at first, earlier on there... "i eat babies" sort of shock line, to get attention, before revealing through a trickle of doubt, maybe i dont mean human babies, and only mean babies of other species... like a little moral reframing check for people. and little shake n shoogle of the moral ground they're standing on... and a "how high?" even as we refrain from mere whisper of the horror.
there are terrible things happening in the world today, in large part because of that tragic feedback loop of worsening psyches in worsening psychopathic structures. hierarchies and corporate structures, for example. the money reductive machine, the power reductive psychology. and we can still mend it. it can be mended.
even as it seems every effort to mend it gets usurped, back into the service of the psychopathic, keep going, keep coiling around to head it off with the next mend.
it may seem dire at times, but giving in, giving up, is the complicity, the path of switching off, and digging that hole of ignorance and psychopathy. and the infinite grace is always right there. because there is no one to have shame from in the ultimate truth. universal truth. transcends the cultural baggages.
a choice.
eyes of fear, or eyes of love.
sure you can try dabble in some of both, but one is blind and pokes the others eyes out, so ...
and of course i dont mean throwing out prudence, savvy, caution, ... this isnt a positivity ninny sales pitch (obviously... it talks about facing the horror of there being psychelogical psychopathic self-incentivising paths, that we're all, not just susceptible to, but inevitablised to experience, in the entirety of existence. ... so, no, not a possitivity ninny sales pitch advocating for head in the sand everything will be alright, no. NO!).... this is an assertive motivational kick up the arse, out of complicity addiction, demented and self harming as it is, and back to the good grace mendwards. even in the face of the horror. even if it means saving face and biding time, or if it means stepping forth loud... with grace, there's ease of strength to stand your ground in humility, with bridges mendwards, to even the worst. some advocate forsaking them for sake of yourself, and maybe sometimes that's situationally the right thing to do, to avoid burnout and worse... but ultimately, the mends have to come around. better sooner. and as soon as. than later and never. but gently, remember, you are it too... selflessness is self destructive just as much as the darkest blinding self serving self sabotage of switching off remembering. and kali yuga is where we are. ... this is the place to initiate mends.
the worst age. when man kills man. and you see that, right?
and see it with the eyes of love though right?
:)
face the horror.
not loving it,
but loving the people, and the mends necessitated, seeded, by the horrors, all the way down, right to the horror of fetishising the horror myopically as the seed, oblivious to the infinite better ways to mend than to provoke worse. that arrogance, that toxicity, succumbs to increasing detrimentarianism where the means are mistaken as ends, and more corruptions seep in through the secrecy structures. so much saving face. so much keeping up appearances.
tha mass formation psychosis of the unwitting...
the groupthink...
you dont know when you're in it, and there can be many layers of it.
...
so what layers did you most recently get out of?
how many times have you climbed out of plato's cave?
enough to familiarise with the higher dimensional topology yet?
seen the onion of overton windows yet? seen how they toggle at certain aspects, coiling to keep you in?
seen the matryoshka matrix? milking you for energy at every level, repeating the same but scaling in size?
at the highest topology, all paradoxes resolve. so long as you retain fidelity... and that comes with the terrain there.
the consciousness
the braman.
and atman is brahman, remember?
enlaketch?
same source?
someone tell me they remember... right?
:)
