Some life we will sat around the fire Alder and I hope we'll remember..............
Forget some life out there in some somewhere. We are here now, always. The fire is warm, like our hearts.
The hardest part of knowing who we are, is looking into ourselves.
Mental illness, affects us all. We all have mental issues that arise, however, society has LABELED most as normal. It is easier to accept.
Fuckheads exist, in all nationalities, every skin color, every religion, and in every government.
If you believe the world is evil, guess what? It is! If you believe the world is good, then it is.
As many of you know, I am homeless by choice, I chose to leave societies bullshit teachings. I turned off all media and other brainwashing devices, and decided to let only MY LIFE EXPERIENCE form who I am.
If I could give all of you some advice, it would be this. Turn off the tv, the news, don't read the morning paper, and only trust what you see first hand. Try it for one day make it a point to unplug from society for just one day and I bet you will have a relaxing day.
Wow this really went all over, all I really wanted to say is this. Before we build any walls we need to drop the ones we all have around us, that we built ourselves.
Alders words are true. I just use my motto to say it.
HOMELESS BY CHOICE, AND FINNALY LIVING MY LIFE
It is hard to be honest in our self inquiry. But it is key. I asked myself, "what do I really know?" Few questions have I found that have been so liberating. And, seeing what it is in me that wants to be the knower, seeing its credentials, in honesty, this is where the unreal gets blown away. What can be lost, except what never was? The hardest mental illness to transcend is HPPD: Healthy Personality Personality Disorder. My own truth, claimed by my falseness, has a very subtle way of making everything false.
I have to own my own fuckheadedness, because when it is seen, it is seen to be no more than, no better than, my illusory specialness: all made up and believed in, in a world into which no honest inquiry had ever been admitted. My falseness had reigned for 67 years, unquestioned. I had worked at being a somebody, yet, as a somebody, I was helping no one, even though I had long lived my story of being helpful. There were many good deeds, and that's fine, but there was a personally corrupted intention arising from that phony, the somebody, claiming the actions for the action hero.
The freedom wasn't to be for me, but from me. When I, the person, am not, I see the human condition of personhood, of intention, and see there is a way out, and the subtle ways we are kept in. We only need to be what we already are, before we became. It's the dance we came for, all of us. We only go to the Grand Ball without pretension. How many lifetimes until we truly come as we are? This innate simplicity is the only ticket into these divine festivities.
You all give me real hope for humanity. It amazes me how many like minded and like spirited people have congregated here. This community needs to spread their mindset and share their belief systems with the rest of the world as best we can and still keep our heads off the chopping block. Keep on doing what you do and thank you all for being just who you are. How a conversation like this turned out the way it did is a beautiful and spiritual thing.
Hats off to you all's thought processes and thank you for being in my life.
Could it be entertained that it is not a thought process, nor a belief system? Could this be the next channel to turn off? There is nothing to do for any world out there. The world in here changes and the universe is seen to be taking care of itself. It can be a Hell of a load off, and the meaning of "Peace..."
Mooji gives an example of a battlefield, strewn with wounded...carnage everywhere. Into this scene walk some angels who are just passing through. What the angels do is set right to tending to the situation at hand. When what can be done is done, they quietly go on their way. We don't need to be full of intention, occupied with images of potentialities and every hypothetical case our minds can entertain in order to create our own image of some perfect world. Keep plans small. The quiet heart is not incapable of acting when action is required. Who are the angels here? When, as the quiet awareness we are, what we never saw coming arrives, we will meet it in clarity.
Even if the teevee is turned off, what of our inner channel's bleeding lead stories? What will it take for us to be present? It will not be our planning sessions to bring it about. When all is noise, the quiet is there, underneath it, supporting all that is. It's always there, and it's there for us. Don't make effort to believe any of it. Belief is not necessary. What belief comes from being, that belief will serve being. We will not spread such a belief, for no words will convey it. Will this being spread? Let's see.