The Wrestler
In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is alone.
The Wrestler
In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is alone.
We all know God. Everyone one of us knows his absence. From birth we feel instinctively the lack of basic Godlike rights we strive for infinite knowledge, infinite power, total unity and immortality, we know from the very beginning that absolute oneness is our birthright. These unending desires can be seen all around us, they scream out from every advert, every book and movie tell us over and over. We are incomplete, there is a pang that claws at our insides, driving us to consume and wage war over it, it's seems desperately close, we are a moment from it's attainment, and yet each time we grasp for it, it evaporates.
Conversely, we know the Devil too. He lies in all of us even when we indulge his temptations we are aware we are better than this, that something grips us, degrades and humiliates us even as we placate it. Even the coldest killer knows he has been played for a sucker at every turn, that we have become twisted beyond repair. So much so that we become terrified of confronting our distorted faces in the mirror of truth, it is precisely this horror that forces us further and further down the spiral.
You know this, we all know this.
We were warned not to eat that fruit.
a few words of clarity
you are god, the bit of you that is reading this and had breakfast today, is simply the part of you that thinks about that person, you have already been, you're just the part of that being that deals with now.
you're page 221, no matter who reads the book your page always says the same thing.
I'm sentence 4 paragraph 2 page 106. I always say 'You're reading a book.'
20 minutes washing dishes
What is heaven, what does it mean? What do you picture, when you think of it. I believe this is a crux point.
When I used to take acid a few times I had an experience. I became abstracted from myself, suddenly everything that it meant to be me, my body, my mind it's thoughts, it's life suddenly became facts I was aware of, rather than who I was, Ideas like language, internal thoughts, ideas like 'ideas' ceased to be me, in fact the idea of 'me' failed to be relevant. At these times I was aware of the body of ben and the mind of that person, but I was also aware of all things all time and all existence, none of the things in this awareness had differing priorities, it was simply all that is, and it was beautiful, but I was not aware of any place in me that was 'sensing' the beauty of the moment, in fact the idea of knowing and remembering became part of that whole rather than a part of my awareness of that whole, I was aware of it without needing an awareness to be aware with. All was simply complete and perfect.
For me that is heaven.