You

[Bnaped]

I

 

 

 

Division = /

 

 

 

I / You

 

 

 

What is there to speak of about you? When I speak, where does my speech emanate?

 

 

 

To elevate me above you? To put me inside you ? To show you ? To guide you ? To give you my blindness, or my great depths of clarity?

 

 

 

Where do I pick the words from? Meticulously the come out of my digital mouth into your electric ears, but they can only come out a certain way.

 

STOP

 

They can come out .... though, at varying speeds. I can slow down and dissect my speech similar to a monk chanting via use of the fingers. The fingers now subjugate reality. The fingers are an expression of a void very luminous.

 

 

 

If I can only speak what I am speaking, this then allows me, through the fingers, to get into that headspace. We have the first quotation mark. The beginning. We have the last quotation mark, the end.

 

 

 

Then what do we have? A mirror turned in on itself?

 

 

 

What am I telling you?

 

 

 

Why am I telling you

 

 

 

Which question is more important?

 

 

 

I want to share you with an idea. I want to share an idea with you. All things have their source. All tools have a creator. All creators have ideas. Where do ideas come from ?

 

 

 

Let's say you want to say something to someone. Why ? No, really, why? I mean, let's say I have hurt feelings. Why? So that doesn't matter. So I say something to someone because I have hurt feelings. So this is the source of my interaction with them.

 

 

 

They, however, are of an essence as baffling as I, and I cannot know even an iota of them other than what is between the two quotation marks.

 

 

 

" "

 

 

 

And this is the only common ground we can ever have.

 

 

 

And this space is where all languages come from.

 

 

 

This space is where all ideas come from.

 

 

 

This space is where all tools come from.

 

 

 

And this space is where all religions come from.

 

 

 

And we then, fwumped with inspiration, communicate. What inspiration are we channeling? Mankind has a lot of potential flavors here. They can be scientifically dissected..... but let's say the message is routed in anger.

 

 

 

It doesn't matter what I say.

 

 

 

In between the lines I am simply handing you a radiating box of energy. You don't even have to know English, but you'll pick up all the same.

 

 

 

What if you can't transmute it ? This means, what if you can't let go? If you can't let go, even though it is a box you are willfully holding, I would suggest it might have many psychological implications, but regardless you must take this box and give it to someone else, or give it back to me.

 

 

 

If you give it back to me in proper resonance, this means that we will fight.

 

 

 

WOOF, WOOF, WOOF

 

 

 

If you give it to someone else, it means you are perpetuating my act of utter absurd stupid arrogance, but you, yourself, well, you are justified because what did that jerk have the right to do this to me for?

 

 

 

You take this radiation, and it is red, and it is your dream. Dreams are reality. I'm sorry to say they aren't different. Actually, I am glad to say they aren't different, but I'm not sure if you are capable of hearing fully this idea.

 

 

 

See, when you dream something, it means something. Always. What? Well, you're the one who dreamed it, figure it out.

 

 

 

But this red radiation, it exists. If you were in the astral planes you would see it, but at any rate, this is your reality.

 

[bleep], [cabbage]... damn.... [bleep]....

 

the car is red. You are taking the box with you into your car. Fucck! [bleep]!!! The driver in front of you is now red, you are projecting the radiation onto him. You have this treasured package in your possession and it is far too valuable to transmute and throw away, so you go home. The dog is red. [bleep]! Why is the dog barking ! [bleep] now he is going to JUMP ON ME [bleep]!! [bleep] he just jumped on me, why did he do that? Now I bet he's going to slobber all over me [bleep]!! [bleep], that is the last straw.

 

 

 

Your reality is read. In the dream planes it is as clear as day, because there is no lawyer, namely, YOU, defending your actions, blinding you to the reality that you are walking around with a box full of evil and it is possessing you, literally, and you are then doing its biddings... no you can't see that because you're a great guy, you just have anger problems sometimes..... or no you are a victim, woe is me........... woe is me.... that driver in front of me is an [wagon], that's why I'm mad. My dog is an [wagon], that is why I'm mad.

 

 

 

And if you look inside this person's mind, the word [wagon] is a governor, the word [bleep] is President, and the entire congress sit and [bleep] and moan. Their main dinners are violent movies wherein murder is enjoyed as a sensual pleasure, violent drugs such as caffeine, alcohol, tobacco ? You name it.... it's your fictional story ......

 

 

 

Mine, too....

 

 

 

so, so...

 

 

 

what am I telling you ? I am telling you that ........

 

 

 

What ?

 

 

 

Tell me what I'm telling you. You can't have me do it for you.

 

 

 

What does this mean? How is it relevant to your life?

 

 

 

Here's a clue. Everything in reality doesn't exist. The businessmen takes a scalpel and he dissects a human being into 35,000 pieces, and gives each of them a name, but in so doing the pieces do not know that they are part of a whole, and in so not realizing, their schizoid behavior is normal.

 

 

 

The scientist takes a scalpel and he cuts the tree into its foremost elements, but he never really understands that what he is seeing is a tree.

 

 

 

Because the naming game is where holiness starts. Where freedom ends....... what happens is that as soon as you play the naming game, you have dissected something from direct raw perception (See Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance dear ones) and now since it is "understood" there must be nothing more to grasp, so you move on.

 

 

 

Culmination of this devil spell is televised linguistic liiving.

 

 

 

Let's examine ADD. So what a tree BIG [bleep]ING DEAL NO [cabbage] IT'S A TREE.

 

 

 

I wanna... I wanna... huh huh ehhh I wanna, something... something else, give me something else.... look at that [wagon] bald headed guy sitting staring wasting his time..... the trees make him cry in beauty whoop-dee-doo......

 

 

 

this guy is a junkyard dog / monkey hybrid. I don't know of any of him in existence but fiction needs drama.....

 

 

 

Okay but dig it, when you see a tree, and you don't really see it, it doesn't do anything new for you. But, okay, dig it, when you see a tree with the eyes of a Zen monk, it brings you to God. When you see a trashcan, it brings you to God. When you see a baby, it brings you to God. It's called Nirvana. They have a science around it, which is why it's neat, but the Christian Bible seems to explain it fairly well too, just you hafta look harder .....

 

 

 

See, when you see everything as it is, without labeling, you learn new things. If I told you that this essay is written by a drunk hobo named JimWeebles and he spends all his time staring at the sun

 

STOP!!!! STOP IT!!!!

 

you aren't going to give it your full attention.

 

 

 

When in fact, well...... what am I telling you? Sound isn't sound. If you listen right, you notice new things. If you don't listen right, you hear sound's ghost. Sound's ghost is boring. It is the construct of the basic subconscious dream reality, where things are fuzzy and vague, they seem sort of right, but something is a bit off...

 

 

 

but hey STOP IT

 

 

 

What you need to stop doing.... is having anything else in your mind other than my words. That's what I'm getting at. I cannot take you there. It is an invisible letter, an invisible alphabet.

 

 

 

It is the only way to let go of all the baggage we are peddling around from carnivorous homesalesmen cyborgs and it is the only way to come into proper communication with anything, any-one, in any meaningful manner.

 

 

 

Because look, when you think you know all there is about trees, you get cocky. There is NO SUCH THING. And this principle extends infinitely into all of reality.

 

 

 

Reality isn't real. It is just a matrix of definitions, manipulated by those who know to get things from you, to get you to jump through certain hoops. But when you KNOW this, you ARE it, and you are free.

 

 

 

But when you THINK about it, you intellectualize it, you are on the path, but you aren't quite free yet.

 

 

 

And if you don't get it at all, it means you have filled in every single blank in my line with too much chaotic dissonance from your own mind. Pure mind transmission happens when you are completely silent and capable of deeply rediscovering what it is to be alive.

 

 

 

Only then are you an infant. And only then can you go to heaven. Nope, sorry, it's not how they told you. Read it.... lest ye be converted as children you will not enter the Kingdom. Of course, it is NOT how I AM TELLING YOU because I am an authority and no matter what I tell you, you have to learn..... on your own.

 

 

 

And it is just one foot in front of the other.

 

One breath in and one breath out. Paying attention to what you ignore. Only acting out of the heart.

 

 

 

()

 

 

 

The ocean carries all vessels, but you have to learn to swim.

[Sir_Alex85]

To put me inside you ?

 

 

 

Ehehehe. That's dirty.

 

 

 

>.>

[Rebdragon]

Lay off the drugs.

 

 

 

I don't really feel like trying to figure out all your little logical gaps, because unlike reading real poetry, I doubt most of this even has a hidden meaning. Do you just hate the world or something, and are denying reality? Or are you just trying to be randomly poetic? Either way, there's no way any sane human being would even begin to be able to understand what the hell you're saying, especially with all the frikking logical jumps between paragraphs.

[johntm]

me no speek [divelipmentlee dilayd] :P

[Doughnut]

You

 

 

 

 

 

Are very confusing. :|

[Giordano]

Yes. You. Me. I. It. We are all one. Or maybe cabbag.E

 

 

 

I/U

[warri0r45]

Yes. Translocations occur when a segment from one chromosome is detached and reattached to a different chromosome and snow goes yellow when you pee in it. Your dose of spam for the day.

 

 

 

Tell me how that isn't relevant in a thread like this.

[dwarfdude3]

That was really interesting. I think I'm starting to understand...

 

 

 

you really got to read it like twice though.

[IGoddessI]

Documenting your thoughts can sort of make you go crazy :? So will trying to explain the existence of what is, from each prospective.

 

 

 

I think I know what you're trying to say but I can sum it all up in a video (which means I get to speak less and explain less).

 

 

 

Btw if you've been taking psychoactive drugs recently keep yourself a little journal and reflect on it afterwards, releasing your thoughts on forums such as this will just cause you trouble :wink:

 

 

 

(not saying you are but these kind of philosophy/life rambles are associated with them quite often)

 

 

 

Thinking and trying to explain it will just make your brain fry so I'll send you the video to pass on so you can keep your sanity.

 

 

 

I'll send it when I get back from my business meeting.

[tomdavies90]

You. Makee. No. Sensee.

[Bubsa]

You rhymes with poo :

[Guest]

Clicky.

 

 

 

Its too late for me to try and understand you/I/it?!??! :?

[IGoddessI]

Oh and smoking the wacky tobaccy dipped in acid... Lay off it :P

[Sir_Alex85]

You rhymes with poo :

 

 

 

Lollilops!

 

 

 

:D and :)

[Ashlyn_Hart]

Lay off the drugs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have to agree on this point. Part of me wants to say "WTF?" and the mother in me wants to take you to rehab. The mother part is winning.

[malo2]

Rehab is that way >>>>>>>>>>>>>..

 

 

 

.......but is it.......really rehab? :shock: :shock:

[Echofish]

They tried to make me go to rehab I said no, no, no.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Woof? What was that all about? Meh, I didn't even bother reading I just scrolled to the woofy bit

[runescapeloser22]

You rhymes with poo :

 

And Boo!

[speedofsound]

Can I get some of that please?

[champion]

:-s

 

 

 

Uh...

 

 

 

Cookies? :P

 

 

 

Wait huh?

[champion]

You rhymes with poo :

 

And Boo!

 

 

 

And moo!

[highlanders]

Of what I understand, you are raising the question of what 'I' refers to when talking about yourself? If not, then I didn't understand anything. I think 'I' when we talk refers to the physical body in which we are, to our ego-self. We say 'I', but in fact it's as if we realised we are talking about ourselves, it's a 3rd person 'I' if you see what I mean. Since we are realising that we talking about ourself, this suggests that we have a higher consciousness connected to the universe that is capable of realising that 'I' is an individual onto the universe, not the universe itself, thus that higher consciousness could be called the soul.

 

 

 

It made sense to me, too bad for you if you didn't understand what I just said, boo-hoo? =P

[IGoddessI]

Of what I understand, you are raising the question of what 'I' refers to when talking about yourself? If not, then I didn't understand anything. I think 'I' when we talk refers to the physical body in which we are, to our ego-self. We say 'I', but in fact it's as if we realised we are talking about ourselves, it's a 3rd person 'I' if you see what I mean. Since we are realising that we talking about ourself, this suggests that we have a higher consciousness connected to the universe that is capable of realising that 'I' is an individual onto the universe, not the universe itself, thus that higher consciousness could be called the soul.

 

 

 

It made sense to me, too bad for you if you didn't understand what I just said, boo-hoo? =P

 

 

 

Wrong but you get a pat on the back for trying :P

[Ichimaru]

Wrong according to you. Don't make the egocentric error of thinking that your opinion has more value than that of other's, Goddess.

[Bnaped]

Lay off the drugs.

 

 

 

I don't really feel like trying to figure out all your little logical gaps, because unlike reading real poetry, I doubt most of this even has a hidden meaning. Do you just hate the world or something, and are denying reality? Or are you just trying to be randomly poetic? Either way, there's no way any sane human being would even begin to be able to understand what the hell you're saying, especially with all the frikking logical jumps between paragraphs.

 

 

 

 

 

You are very rude.

 

 

 

And no, I will not lay off the drugs.

 

 

 

Maybe if you would read between the lines that you've established as poetry you would see that it isn't even close to poetry at all. Take it as it is and read it twice. Don't expect it to be what you think it will. Read it with opened mind and without your ego to be you're lawyer.