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New notice. Soon, when practically and astrologically positively-aspected, I will create a new profile, Echo24, and start to grandfather this one into only having books that weren't a complete waste of time that I didn't re-read.

I will say this: I'm not a Wiccan. Libertarianism or whatever, is not for me. People are just the devil, you know. I don't 'worship the devil' or worship the disgusting, but people are just the devil, you know. It doesn't make me want to reject creativity and find a complete-logic-complete-history path, because show me a part of the world where people won't betray just because you toot the same horn and fly the same flag, right; society can't be based on that, but it is.... People are disgusting.... People just rape their partners in the ass while reciting the old monastic codes and spew feces out of their mouth and curse impurity, you know. People are disgusting; they're the devil. If the average person were in a war, today, and they 'had a choice' between fighting in the war and shooting the friendly soldiers crouched next to them, and running off into the bush, and trying to eat leather, you know: a significant amount of people would choose the latter option: and THAT is why there's no draft, right; people in their actions are just worthless: they're vile traitors to whatever moron thing they believe.... People like that are everywhere; they disgust me.... And it's fine: I like angels and maybe I'll get a cat tarot; actually the problem is people hate women and they hate healing, and they'd rather shoot their own-team soldier in life, and run off to live off eating shoes, naked in the forest, because they're cowards and they just reject women and life and being alive and not being scared little bitches that they aren't just a piece of metal, or something.... This whole society will snuggle up with a rifle in a coffin in the end, from the high princes to the low gutter-folk, to the extent that they aren't the same--Treated Different, yes; but the gutter-folk want to burn their own neighborhoods with flamethrowers, because they're Americans--and America is wherever terroristic children rule; it's a real problem; we are humanity's terroristic child crisis, if you ask me--and the princes are dining in the gutter tonight, buy tickets now.... People disgust me. I'm not a Wiccan. People are the devil. People are just the devil; people like that are everywhere. And if you make allowances for them and wait 25%, or 2500%, longer to get done with them, because it's the age of the terroristic child, and so on, it's like.... There's no limit for them. They're disgusting; they're the devil. I'm not a Wiccan.

That being said, I've been feeling unusually good lately: I feel like I've been making progress. I'm just done with people. I won't save the devil, that's all. People are the devil.

…. “The terrorists may be evil: but they’re our own children!” 😠

I know. The children try so hard. I mean, not all of them. But some of them. Some of the children try so hard….

But, they’re American; so there’s no hope. 😂

I don’t make the rules. Shrug

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Important notice. Although I still don’t agree with, almost naive, & grandfatherly, (retreating into misanthropic grandfatherism is NOT the correct response to ageism in society; I’m sorry), and yeah, vague and absolutist anti-social media takes: like, people aren’t sure why they don’t like it, (and often, not liking social media, is just a…. Social media personality, yeah), but they view it as a contagion: I don’t quite view it as a contagion; like the way that scientists always imagine Native cultures reacting to contagious disease right: no touch; taboo; death to touch. That’s an exaggeration, and it is faintly superstitious.

But I begin to view it as a marginally useful investment, at best. It is true that LT is more potentially marginally useful, and less of a mass-psychosis/neurosis risk, than most social media. It’s true I’m not going to delete my social media; that’s not what I’m talking about. My regular nonsense social media I’m going to scale back and find other entertainment: sports-watching, maybe. Social media is sometimes entertainment and that’s fine; it’s almost the ‘serious’ content which is the problem—it pretends to be more than it is…. LT actually substantively is a little bit more substantial: but I used to think of having a good LT profile—with my ever-being-perfected unique organisation, and my constant flow of books completed and reviewed, and read and compared to my ever-quickly changing views, later….

Yeah. I’m going to try to clean up and strip down my main page here, gradually, to the extent I can bear it, lol: and I’ll continue to remove reviews and place new ones and complete books slower—it really doesn’t matter how many books you read; it matters what you understand; what books you study, right…. I’m less shy about the classics now, and I’m starting to study books. Normal popular prose books are fine—I still think Elin Hilderbrand is under-rated in people’s opinions, if not in some people’s purchases/use of time: but it’s like, What’s the goal? What are you trying to learn from this particular Elin Hilderbrand book. And once you do that, you start to value poetry, philosophy, etc, more, in my opinion. Reading an ordinary prose novel as entertainment is fine, but I don’t know, I don’t know, if it has to be anybody’s ’most important’ reading…. Of course, there ARE other ways to be entertained, other than ordinary prose novels, which is both a good and bad thing, potentially.

LT is fine; I’ll keep it. Social media is fine, it’s an entertainment. LT is a literary entertainment. But it’s no longer my main intellectual project, like it has been for FAR longer than I’m willing to admit, (guess, then add ten years, basically)….

But it’s something I’m going to try to…. I thought it was a serious intellectual project; and since even on LT most people don’t take it seriously, as seriously as you could take it, and I did take it as seriously as I could and was very scrupulous…. But it’s like…. It’s marginally useful as entertainment and as (for LT) organisation and records, but…. It doesn’t lead to study or rigour; it’s just marginally worthwhile, which isn’t how society promotes social media as being.

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I grew up in the north of my planet, of mixed American and United States descent. The following does not constitute my first novel.

I am I; for I choose to be I.

“With my throat in my heart/And my face in the sun/In your arms I will lay/Till my dreaming is done/Buried under mountains of earth/On the crest of a wave/Courting reason in love/Is a terrible waste.”

“….the forraine woman which giveth sweete wordes….” Bishops Bible 1568, Proverbs 7:5b

To be deep in history, is to cease to be capitalist….

Waiting for the reasoned explanation why love is now possible, why the storm of society can be overcome, why it all can be enough, why why why…. The reasonable explanation why love is (not) possible, right…. It is a lot like asking ego’s permission to be enlightened, right….

Teach ego about love.

Ego can never just learn-love; but he can learn ABOUT love: might help him out, remind him he came from the Gosling, right….

Every Goddess is One Goddess, Who is Two; and every God is Two Gods who is One; and every god and goddess are two. And there is the One. 

If there’s ever someone that you don’t respect, in a certain sort of way: how could there ever be, someone that you, do, respect?

(sings ‘I Can Only Imagine’, w/Venus’ Name, right)…. Really: if the Christians didn’t want people borrowing from them—they shouldn’t have made such an issue, about everyone and his mom having to know their story, right….

There’s no pure race, and there’s no pure religion; every creed and every color, is defined by another….

~Some books are filled with lies. Discernment is more important than knowledge.

~The really crazy thing is, one day I’ll out-grow what I’m starting to become now: I just don’t know what that is like yet.

I’m not sure that desire, without knowledge, really—is—love: and I’m not sure that much can be known without love, or without leaving behind, at times, what can be easily recognized as “knowledge”.

~There’s just not a lot that’s good about this country; it’s just the unrestrained nature of Earth…. What happens when I take my hands off the wheel? Well, first, on a sunny May 1st morning at 11AM, a driver with bumper stickers denoting various forms of random belligerence and chronic hostility and impatience, will be driving at half the speed limit: then, on some bewitched stormy cloud-day, when you’re driving cautiously, that guy late to his militia drills meeting, will be gunning it behind you…. It’s just the unrestrained evil of Earth, you know…. And the laws we do have, don’t make any sense, and if you break them, you end up in an orc’s pit prison, which would be an offense to the higher mammals but not, ex hypothesi, to Americans…. Although if you’re so rich that you basically wrote the law you broke: whatever happens to you—it won’t be that…. America is just the unrestrained, untrained, un-mollified nature of Earth evil, you know…. It’s not a country: it’s like…. An example, out of a metaphysics textbook: faintly improbable, you know….

Everything is so hierarchical. Everyone lies to you: and if you believe the lie, then you are muck, because lack of insight is a moral fault, to be solved by punishment, by having your brain crunched by assault, you know. And the other thing that gets you in trouble, is seeing that you’re being lied to, when that’s not the, ‘right thing’.

And whatever people suffer, it’s always ten to one that they grope around, like a blind man in the night, groping for a way that they can identify with the punishment machine that punishes to punish, because now they want to do that, to someone else.

The Christians are wrong that only the next life matters, and not this one: but you do want to have a certain consistency, a certain patience, I think. By all means, take things one lifetime at a go: but have a game plan, right?….

(smiles) In one of these lonely Orkney isles, there dwelt a maiden fair; words can ill describe—the colour of her hair….

(sighs) I wish we hadn’t Hitlered the Lenape…. ARE there island around here, somewhere? Are they lonely islands? Or lonely isles, perhaps? How will we ever, come to know, right: the things we should have known….

Coming to a great peace with Jewish lore and the divine personhood of Jesus, the main sources the churchlings scavenge for parts, doesn’t make me want to go to a church. “I am knowledge; I am truth; I am Jesus.” Well: can you stop?

…. And re: ordinary loyal Christians; Christian women; etc: it’s amazing how often their main trait seems to be simply that they feel sorry for themselves, right. One starts to forgive the ones who named Calvin Smith or whatever, who are bravely trying to get it to shape up and turn into fascism, right: ‘anything but this bottomless pit of self-pity,’ the bald old white man says, before returning to his book cave…. And often somewhat comfortable sorts of self-pitiers, right. Not that they have no problems, but pretty close to the top are two items which should be in bold: ‘refuses to fight in her/their own self-interest’, ‘feels crippling guilt that simply lying down in the middle of the road and dying, isn’t as comfy as their tax bracket itself’, right…. And not all churches are from wealthy districts, but you’d be hard pressed to find a church that didn’t like the rich man’s sins better than the poor man’s sins, right…. Antique or modern, what do people go to church to emote, right: the top or the bottom of the social class vibe spectrum available to them: you see that?….

There should be a movie: “I want to dance with somebody (but not necessarily with you)”.

Jesus didn’t need tarot cards—cards didn’t really exist back then—to issue the prophecy, ‘not one stone will be left on another here’, and I don’t need mine to issue a similar saying about the America today. It’s not even hard; it’s like saying that the sun is responsible for the cycles of light and dark, you know…. We’re a sick culture….

Important: believe it or not ¡!, I actually don’t mean ‘vanilla new age’ as an intentional diss, LOL…. I mean, for one thing, new agers don’t have a preferred formal label that refers to them and specifically to them: partly that’s their game, their game face—the super-individual thing, and I get that…. But here I am on LT making tags, right: defining the world, as is proper, for its Master 😹…. And yeah: my religion, Wicca, is sorta a ‘new age religion’, for example Hay House, Does publish some ‘pagan’ type of culture stuff, at the margins, of what it does: there is overlap…. But, I don’t know: there’s also that ‘vanilla’ new age culture, right…. What else do you call it? 📱🤖🕵️‍♂️

(re: to say it loosely, that meditation is supposed to make you a sicko-“fairy” Bad Disney creepo who smiles rainbows constantly and farts perfume, right) “That is not Buddhism. You are mindfulness: but you are also anger.”

~Thich Nhat Hahn, “Taking Care of Anger”

”It’s like a chief of police trying to find an arsonist, when the arsonist IS the chief of police.” —Eckhart Tolle on spinning your wheels

“In the field of consciousness, there are infinite names, but the witness of consciousness has no name.” Nisargadatta

I don’t feel as angry lately. Ironically it comes from becoming more informed; from watching the news, the establishment news, and the left news. I’m not a patriot or a pacifist. But I’ll miss America when it’s gone—I might really miss it!…. Given how wicked and froward the system is, it’s a miracle things work as well as they do. Every day is full of wonder, and minor miracles…. I’ll miss America when it’s gone…. We have so much wealth, and get used by it so ill, and it takes so little to turn the heads of leadership into madness, and the people are so sloppy…. What divine grace that we do not immediately perish! I wonder how long, this part lasts….

I remember when I was seven or whatever and my dad got divorced from my mom: it really it is men who withdraw from women, first: just can’t be bothered to formalize the arrangement, you know—they delegate that part…. he briefly became fascinating with cooking, right. His whole attitude was: “A big man makes his own pasta sauce…. But you’re just you: don’t worry about it.”—Everything was lies, in that part of my life, right…. Everything was deception…. They were deceived, themselves, no?….

”We live in a dystopia of our own creation and call it freedom.” ~’theleftistlawyer’, via Threads

“Use whatever language you will, you can never say anything but what you are.” Emerson

But yeah, re: a Democratic ad, I’m so zen I’m in the forest, if you’re furious about what’s happening to our country, give me money to calm things down, settle it back into….? Right: no. I am angry enough at what’s happening, but outrage over the befouling of the name of the Virgin City on the Hill, just isn’t part of it…. Fake zen, you know…. You don’t get to lie, because lying is the way to be calm. This is happening because of the way we live our lives; realising that that’s embarrassing and trying to cover it up—absolutely not.

Really one has to love a language to make progress in it. That’s what’s so wrong about essentially forced migration because of economic terrorism/imperialism, and forced education through bargaining for prestige value—it’s just nonsense. You can’t learn a language you don’t love, or make true progress in it.

~‘Popularise & people will meet you in the middle’ is a lie; it was always a lie: no one was ever going to meet you…. Anywhere, actually. You know? I do think that the legitimacy of this ‘let your hair down and take a break from the classics’—all the tired stereotypes, right: the legitimacy of that moment really is over, if not its power. People’s brain are being turned to slush so that tech bro billionaires can be loved by…. No one, right. The system doesn’t know what dialectic or balance or cycles or anything like that are: all it knows is…. Ramp it up, and forget about compromise and decency. It was never about relaxing and valuing content over form: at least, it isn’t, anymore…. But yes: it does still pique me, that in the stew of the sludge in the gutter, floats a severed head, scolding you that there is no such thing as joy in the world…. But you know what: it’s just another clown in the zoo, and relaxing isn’t going to bring wild, free nature or decorum, either one, back to the city zoo, right….

~It’s striking to me, that the average man in business talks libertarianism of taxes come up, and then shows up to work and essentially enforces rules for most of the day. Or complains, maybe…. Maybe some of them even work; I know some of them don’t ever go home…. But yeah: you interact, you’re the enforcer; the rebel enforcer, society-wise: like so many vaguely sexless clones of Captain Kirk…. Well, except for, say, Steve Jobs: in that Wikipedia article picture, him modeling an old (1980s?) computer, against a red background: cunning and devious and attractive, he could be a tarot deck’s devil; he’s not a Kirk clones, right…. But yeah, the average woman manager walks around, hoping that no one notices that patriarchy has been reformed, right: because people don’t think that’s a good thing, right…. What is a good thing, is being free from authority, so that you can enforce the rules, right: you gotta be a man…. Anyway….. —I recently heard a podcast we refer to libertarianism as a ‘fake ideology’: it means whatever you want it to mean, based purely on convenience, right. Convenience to you, dictates your ideology. It’s like they’re trying to prove Marxism by their words, and defeat it with their muscle…. Libertarianism is so muscular…. And like the guy said, You pick it up when you need it, you drop it if you don’t. Someone questions your non-logic, you abuse him…. I’m going to be watching/listening/reading more news/sociology: did Elon or somebody really say, ‘you can just do things’?…. Force and struggle are a part of life, it’s true: but the wrestler’s code masquerading as ideology is just way too much…. Or like Roman philosophy: we think to prove we’re dignified, but we don’t care about the truth, more than is dignified, that would be too Greek: semi-disloyal…. Mostly, we just do things…. Libertarianism!!?!

~The whole system is quasi-disorderly at the best of times; that’s how it’s designed: and largely because really living the right way and doing the right thing, is to an unconscionable degree, effectively a class privilege, and is often apparently seen by the purchaser as an expression of the same; it’s just real moron stuff: little things like supporting non-chemical/industrial agriculture—little things like whether we’ll be able to grow food in the future, little things like that: appropriate baubles to give as victor souvenirs to the victors in class struggle, as their class privilege: morality itself, right…. It’s real moron territory, the system is designed to fail most of the time, so that the minority of the ruling class, that wants to have a go at having a conscience, can feel good about itself, but without risking paying for it, paying the real cost of their imaginary pretensions, right.... ~Oh Joey, ordinary people eating real food, would never have been the problem…. ~It’s like a company party, right: employee-food! Here you go! Baloney hot dogs on white bread rolls; eat up, piggies!….. ~It’s like buying the “Cinderella” servant, as an expression of your inestimable....?

Capitalism is many things. Practical doesn’t tend to be one of them; it’s just, violent, though, so it, “doesn’t matter”. Right?

~“Nothing ~animal~ is alien to you.” Sigmund Freud

~(internet girl) “honestly some men deserve to get scammed.” —(me, brave universe version) “awww that’s so sweet you really mean that 🥰”

~The body simply is, the way it is. That is the only part that is “nature”, or, “fact”. Which “part(s)” you consider attractive: interpretation.

~Why Jewish ideas are as such as valuable as Christian ideas, even though there are only a few Jews, (can be extended at will to any such group): because ideas are ideas, and Napoleon is Napoleon. The cannons of Austerlitz and all the battles, cannot fight battles on another plane.

~I will certainly say much of the vegan/animal welfare stuff is simply packaged, wrong, you know: “Food is so cheap! But at what price???” I’m sorry, Janey, food isn’t cheap. But thanks for playing: (audience) What’s! Your! Diagnosis!…. —But yeah, you try to go to a church, they slip into the bulletin: don’t come to church alone! Tell someone what to do with their immortal souls, next Sunday!—And you’re like, there has to be a less threatening way…. And before you know it, church is turning up its little aristocratic nose at you, voicing its snubby little pique, at the strange winds abroad, right…. It’s funny: do churches not have money, because they can’t get the non-affluent to show up?…. The wounds we suffered once we’d “decided to heal” and “arrived in a safe place”, right?…. The unchangeable “people changers”, and other cases from my locked psych ward…. Anyway.

They treat you like furniture, right. They maybe passed that on to other institutions in society, who also treat you like furniture lost in storage, you know. “I hope you don’t mess up our church; welcome, welcome….” Right? It makes you wonder: are the worst people in religion/the world, the old-fashioned bigots and/or, the spiritual warriors, singing their songs of betrayal, or is it…. Just, people who go church, right? As much as I don’t want to be physically or psychically assaulted: maybe the spiritual warfare crew, singing their songs of betrayal, had a point…. It’s ironic, although numbing common, how often the churchlings of all the churches, despite proudly serving the Master of the Universe, don’t have enough self-respect, to act with dignity and integrity…. How often do churchlings refrain from doing good, so as to not leave behind the loyalist crew…. The churches aren’t as important as they represent(ed) themselves as being: in many ways. But they (were) one of the main stewards of society, and what can you say, except, with horror to note: they fucked up…. They fucked it all up, and now it’s broken….

Hermes is a little bitch, I must say. I mean: he’s a good kid; but when Mercury Retrograde season starts, he starts acting like a little bitch. I notice it’s maybe not the same level of crisis it was earlier in my life/journey: although there are always different harvests in life…. But yeah, because of the commands of the Sacred Gods, and the karma of humanity, and in service of Earth…. Hermes is a little bitch, at times. Other thoughts: as Danny Glover almost said in ‘Angels in the Outfield’: Man, if you read something weird…. Keep it to yourself.

~In many ways we are the Sphinx Society, right: we tell riddles and lies, and if you believe them, we eat you up and devour you, and spit out the bones with spite, because that is all a rotter who is beastly enough to believe the lie I tell…. deserves, and is entitled to, the rotten chancer—the load of them, I say!….

And the only crime, is to be without status, right. The only crime is not despoiling the earth sufficiently. It’s the only stain, the only sin. Who in our society says, I admire your style: but you’re not the 1975, right? ~It’s fantasy. Certainly no man would ever say that, right: and men are the Ultimate; they gave birth to God, right…. Although the men who lack status, in whatever sense, bear the Devil’s mark; they’re the tribe the Hebrews strove with, for they fought as and against the Hebrews, back in those bygone days: when everything mattered, you know….

…. America: Earth’s Final Empire ~right?

…. There’s no hurry, in life, but: people think they’re entitled to God’s Justice—and they’re not; they have to fight for it. Look, and see.

…. THE FOUR STAGES THAT EVERY ROMANTIC STORY MUST HAVE 

1. Accurately describe the corrupt nature of man and the state.

2. Have the heroes skipper about helplessly, ineffectively, and stupidly, in the face of their terrifying problems.

3. Describe in great detail how not one of the heroes’ many actions would at all or in any way lead to happiness.

4. When it’s time to wrap things up, just say, “But I’m sure it all worked out just fine, children; after all, this is (your country name here)!”

…. In Shakespeare there is only a sort of glossy film, that makes it white; opaque to some:

And underneath, nothing: but a sort of ‘Blind Faith’.

…. I realise that people aren’t sensitive to even polite, scientific criticism, and they think that the new age will happen when Caesarism gets a brave, smiling face: etc, etc, etc. But people were riding me, and a thought happened, ‘What Americans think (The Others) are: that’s what ~they~ are’: and then something very interesting happened in the environment. It was like God said, “~!”

And I realise oppositions are my least favorite astrology aspects, but it’s like: things are so much better, inside…. Why is life still crap, then, you know?

…. Capitalism is a “limiting belief”—you know….?

About Me

The wisdom I’ve learnt says, ‘Not how many times I turned the page, or what a perfect proportion of books I completed: but how many times I was willing to change my mind, or to think, as though for the first time.’

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I am as the others are, but this is obscured when I say, ‘I am’. ‘I am’, even as this essential statement or question of who I am, is in the end a mist of glamour, for ‘I am’ essentially means, ‘I am separate’; it almost means, ‘I am not’, or ‘No’. This is what it seems Nisargadatta Maharaj is driving us towards. Even Jesus, who took on the karma of others, and who says ‘I Am’ as this almost compulsive tic of his personal dialect—he uses it in place oh ‘Yes’, very often, for example—always emphasizes that his ‘I Am’ was dependent on the Father who was not as men are, in order to care for them perhaps. He strongly implies by his life and indeed his death, that his union with this Being is despite, and not because of, his own ‘I Am’.

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Nisargadatta calls the primary error ‘body identification’. What is this? He recommends yogic stretching and breathing—does he ignore the body? His references to the first chakra are like a steady drip, an idle but persistent fascination—does the body make him shy? No. I think what he means by ‘body identification’ is ‘partial identification’. It makes little difference whether it’s colorism—those Italians with their strange, dark eyes!; body/fat shaming—etc—about literal ‘flesh’ in other words, or about some kind of psychic body: I’m a Sagittarius I can’t stand Scorpios; I’m a Taurus I can’t stand Geminis. (Conscious knowledge of your biases, support from reading, etc, not necessary, lol.) This is ‘body identification’, the primary error. It stands to reason, and Allan Watts has commented, that people ought to be able to enjoy the world, rather than take it serious, but as Nisargadatta comments, such is not the common lot of man, right.

The error is that I stop, and the strange alien world begins; Nisargadatta calls this idea, ‘I am’. There is no other. There is no other…. I am inside myself, and outside myself: is the face in the mirror….

Which is not the same as saying that, for example, you should be able to know everything about everything and everybody. Just relax…. Then maybe, you’ll know something.

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Christ’s ‘I am’, his self-affirmation, and calling himself a great Yes, was willing, not to be.

Peter’s ‘I am not’, his great self-abnegation, and calling himself a great crook, was not willing, not to be.

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By my definition of a lunar month, I was born on the 4th day of the lunar month, (dark moon = no light from moon = 0 (or the last day; I don't know); new moon = the next day = 1st), which according to "Works & Days" is "a holy day", but "fraught with fate", and good for marriages, ship-building, and

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The mind doesn’t exist for its own sake…. I remember once I read a book, this young girl had died in some freak health thing, basically after getting her first good writing job, so they published her essentially draft notebooks, as a funereal monument, basically, the opposite of loneliness, I guess the book was called: it seems like it was very much this Betty Friedan feminist, the way so many people are—and not that Betty Friedan is Betty Friedan, herself; she’s an adaption, extension, of some male philosopher: I guess every male philosopher when he’s twelve, right, if you follow: the undifferentiated male philosopher…. And ironically, that’s what made me take all that crap seriously, when I was a hop a skip and a jump away from a slut, right: Betty Friedan…. But yeah: the Betty Friedan, the young college-educated white woman, writer, essentially still a student, got a reason to feel sentimental about her, (dead, lol…. {chuckles}, someone should write a book: ‘American Misconceptions about Death’; be pretty long….), you know: the poster child, the classic modern poster child…. And so she believes, (she thinks it will make her friends: I guess, in a way, she was right), in, The Mind, (cartoon-brain-electrical-waves crap), and it’s like, she writes this story, about the ballet dancer and the banker, or whatever, and the ballet dancer had to retire in her 30s, or whatever, (implicitly: upon becoming an adult, a worthy member of the white race, at last! Up, but not for you! You lose the game!), and the banker or whatever, who works with his mind, (I work with my mind! I work with my mind!!!…. I work, with my: Mind!!!!…. ‘But work unto Mind-God, and not unto men….’), still unretired when he dies at 82, or whatever, (if you can call finance or whatever, brain-work: mostly, it’s the art of the click; and the art of having money…. The most important way to have money, is to have some already: also, of course, one has to have friends, (good), especially useful friends, (okay), or perhaps a dream or a vision (good, but not necessary or even common, as some people would have you think), and also, you can’t be too troubled by the actual results in the real world of the majority of your actions: you just gotta click through it right…. Yeah…..), and it’s like: the Young Betty Friedan Girl/USA Poster Child, worked unretired until she died, too…. Though she was, you know, about five years short of 27, never got her Saturn Return, even once, right….

The mind does not exist, for its own sake.

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In the end, materialism and idealism are one: concepts and materials are interchangeable. To understand one, you must come to the end, and arrive at the other; otherwise, your studies are not complete.

To complete one, and come to the other, and be the same as ever before, yet perfect.

This is called, the way of understanding.

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I have made bad mistakes in my life, but the mistakes I made, I largely did not ‘deserve’ to make, if that makes sense: the whole situation was just illusion and chicanery, from the start to the end. I also have always been guided by the hand of fate, and I have done nothing to cause that, and at first followed with a divided mind, and later with an untrained or confused one…. Even at the worst, there was always good magic and bad magic both. I do cause things to happen of myself: but really in my life, I have been the cause of so little of what I do!

…. And now, the Light is the Smile, and not the chicanery; but somehow there were mirrors, that caught the light and glamoured it…. We forgive because there never was sin (though nations perish because of it).

…. Everything is splendour now; we are lucky to be born; earth and heaven are finished now, in their ever-changing work, even if I don’t ever complete the strange things I want to write and do and say. It is, already.

And all the same; I’m glad I’ll be having a better birth chart, next time, because I really did have a number of wrong thoughts…. Ah, but why not dance in the light.

I’d also like to eventually learn how to help the people who are in want and wasting the opportunity of these times, because of the glamouring of the empires and the collapse…. Some of them, anyway. More than none, would be the goal…. There will be other clubs that rise up, after the great old club cracks up….

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“People take an interest in what they know, and not in knowingness itself.” Nisargadatta Maharaj

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I never want to talk about specific places of public business, to talk with specificity about this or that commercial enterprise, or (part of the) establishment. I only want to talk about the world outside your door, in general…. You should never assume that the leadership in America, the procurers, the resources allocators: I mean, that they don’t do what they do out of concern for you—even I knew that; I’m not sure that they quite would claim to, even, even if putting it so would be, perhaps, delicate (or perhaps not delicate). But you should never assume that leadership is truly loyal, even, to the system from which they derive their power, (such as it is, perhaps), and which they support, after their own fashion. True loyalty, felt or scrupulous loyalty, concern for ‘the way things should be’, even from the narrowest intelligible consistent pro-system viewpoint: do not spend many days searching from this, no, not even among leadership, not for the system from which they gain their power: their status-by-comparison, right. Mostly what concerns them are power relationships—who can dump on whom, never too sublimated or ‘loyalty’ driven, either: raw, full of raw juices…. And the satisfaction, in their unhappy way, of their own gross or subtle personality illnesses…. Not unlike the urban ethnic, who is not so much planning rebellion—not scheming, whether short or long term; neither long or short odd rebellion: but simply…. Satisfying the personality, in its illnesses…. Leadership isn’t about loyalty; it is simply a fact of social life. Exceptions to this are always possible, but…. I mean: this is called (said Lao Tzu) observing reality…. Living in the Italian Renaissance, Yoda muses, we are not…. Is the political situation, then, surprising? Are we one brilliant ad campaign away from a return to democratic rule, or whatever?

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That being said, although life is for enjoyment and learning and love, and though we might have goals to preserve the body and existence, to learn, to grow spiritually, to help others, to love…. Goals are endless, and kept within the bounds of reason, they are exploration and delight…. But avoid this above all: avoid saying to yourself, ‘My life has a purpose.’ It’s the next thing to starting to grow an unconscious-suicide-plant inside your brain. Do not believe that your life has a purpose: it’s the next thing, to saying that you’re bad. If you have a goal that you might accomplish today and you probably will, fine. If you have a goal that you might accomplish in ten years, but in some sense it’s impossible, either way, fine. But if you say, ‘My life has a purpose’: you’ll never find it. Life will become a prison, and you’ll wish that you were dead.

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