Place of no pity.

[quantumshaman]

Thanks for the links.  I will definitely look into it.  Interesting stuff.

[Guest]

Littlepaw wrote:I watched a program about this. Scientiests were explaining that the measurment of electrons firing in particular parts of the Brain seemed to suggest the possibility that rather than electons firing in a linea sequence they instead are connected by Quantum existence, just like in a Quantum particle slit experiment, a single particle when fired has a Quantum existance. When applied to the brain this suggests that the information that triggers the various parts of the brain not only is no longer bound by linea time but is also no longer bound by the physical brain either. The sciensce concludes/assumes that our life force at death, no longer bound by our physical form, merges and dissapates in to the general Quatnum reality. The problem with this theory is that the only measurnment being used is electrons in the brain! It makes little sense to assume that it is our physical existance that is the driving force for Quantum conciousness. If this were true how would our Quantum conciousness have the energy to contintue atall after death? Another interesting point which these bungling scientist fail to point out is the possibilitys inherant within Quantum conciousness during normal life. What is stopping me for example using any part of the general Quantum reality out there since by its very nature the Quantum reality is totaly interconnected? First of all I would have to navigate the general Quantum reality but the question begs with what? Yes dear scienstists there is electricity in my little brain but at a Quantum level I will not be shooting electricity from my eye balls. It is of course intent which will be used to navigate the Quantum reality, something which as yet science knows nothing about.

Good post LP. You expose the limits of such studies, thus the limits of established scientific 'law's. Warriors are explorers of perception, as such we rely on just that...direct perception, shifting perception, personal experiences. Science on the other hand rejects individual experience when it cannot be verified by consensus. Science always needs proof and measurability for all, thus it limits are just that.

A warrior does not need his/her experience verified. The experience speaks for itself when it is an altered one from the norm and defies so called physical laws.

[rosygyro]

i have accessed the point of no pity a couple of times..
a few times during driving accidents ..where everything slows down and my mind becomes calm and able to correct!
and also in one or two violent confrontations.. HOWEVER i tend to use the point of no pity in polarity to violence.
the point of no pity is a position of total identification with opponant and although perfect for fighting in that time is seemingly slowed and shots can be made inhumanly quickly..
the identification is so strong that TOTAL MEST of self also plays a part.
mechanisms of power within the stopping of the world at any given time will have influence on the event.
we are not all savage if given power!
RUTHLESSNESS with the self and with all of life can often come up strangely methodical! ..

[Julio Juliopolis]

Hello all, first time poster here. I hope no one minds me resurrecting this 2 year old thread but it's such an interesting discussion and as apparently the only one who agrees with Don Juan on this I feel almost compelled to comment.

First off, while the place of no pity certainly includes not having pity for oneself, I don't believe that's the extent of what Don Juan meant by it. If he did he might have called it "the place of no self-pity", or Carlos would have insisted on noting it was only about self-pity somewhere in his books due to his obsession with exact wording, (a trait of his I greatly appreciate). But even if you disagree with me about their intended meaning, I personally am arguing that not having pity for others (as well as oneself) IS a trait one should strive to attain. After all, if we can agree that feeling pity for ourselves for the bad things that happen to us is undesirable, (or even "worse than useless" as Don Juan called it) why should feeling pity for the bad things that happen to others be any better? They have their challenges just like you do, and as Don Juan put it "challenges cannot possibly be good or bad. Challenges are just challenges", ( this idea is also excellently illustrated by the parable at http://www.planetb.ca/2012/10/good-luck ... who-knows/ ).

Pitying someone is often phrased as "feeling bad for them", but I think it would be more accurate to call it "feeling sad for them". Or even better still, "feeling sadness when you mentally picture bad things happening to them". How does your feeling of sadness help them? When you project that sadness back to them, does that really do them any good? Is taking the time to imagine bad things happening to others and feeling sad about it more akin to indulging or being impeccable?

I think most of you don't want to give up pity because you are afraid of abandoning a morality rule that's been drilled into you since birth, not because you think it is a useful emotion. That some of you are suggesting those who don't choose to feel pity are akin to violent psychopaths, (as in, the Joker), leads me to think this. Giving up your pity for others will not turn you into a homocidal maniac. It's not the same as not having empathy. Empathy is about trying to feel how another feels by putting a taste of that feeling in yourself. It doesn't require you to energize that feeling though, I'd say just moving your spirit into the shape of the emotion, ( and Don Juan might say moving a few threads of your assemblage point to match theirs ) is enough. It is useful when you aren't sure of how you should treat someone and you're trying to guess how your actions will, (or how your recent actions have), made them feel. It can also be useful when trying to determine how someone feels about you. But beyond that, I don't see any use in it. To use it to feel sad for someone because you think they feel sad, (or even worse, because you think they should feel sad ), about their situation not only makes you feel bad, it's also not something I think you have any obligation to do, nor does it produce anything helpful.

Some of you might be thinking that not pitying someone is the same as not loving them. Trust me, you can fall in love with someone in a wheelchair, marry them, and live the rest of your lives together without ever spending a single second feeling sad about their handicap and it doesn't mean you love them any less. In fact, unless they indulge in self-pity themselves, that's exactly how they'd want it.

On top of all that, I don't think when you feel pity for others you are using death as your advisor. Using death as your advisor is more than just an empty concept. Don Juan talks about it a lot, but Castenada never gives us an illustration of how to do that in his books. Since I think such an illustration could be very useful I'm going to provide one here. As you read the following story try to really imagine it happening, and feel what you would feel in that situation.
Imagine that you're outside on a summer afternoon, and while looking at the sky you suddenly see a dark round spot in it initially appearing abour half the size of the sun. As you watch for a few minutes, it appears to ever so slowly be growing in size. You go inside and overhear someone on the news saying that a giant meteor is about to collide with the Earth, and that within 24 hours everything on this planet will die. You rush into the other room and look at the TV, which is showing various photos of the meteor from different angles, some of which have been taken from space. Underneath is a clock counting down the time until everyone dies. 23 hours 37 minutes 8 seconds. You watch it tick down a few times. 7 seconds, 6 seconds, 5 seconds.

A woman  [your mom, wife, or whoever might be on your couch] asks you "Which TV show do you want to watch now?"
"What?!" you reply, amazed at her question.
"Don't you want to watch the rest of that [insert your favorite TV show here] episode you recorded?" she asks. You stare back at her with your mouth open. From the easy chair in the corner a man [again, anyone who might be there] asks "So what did you think about the Packers decision to go for it on fourth and one on Sunday?"

"What the @#$%?!" you cry out, "Didn't you two just hear that? We're all going to die!"
The woman answers sounding unconcerned "Well of course we're going to die, we've always known that," and the man adds "What's with this sudden obsession with death? You're in good health, I'm sure you've got plenty of hours left."

Not knowing what to do, you walk back outside and look up. You see the meteor. It's just a little bit bigger than the last time you looked at it. You look around you. Everyone you see is just going about their own business. A mail truck is making deliveries to all the boxes on the street. One of your neighbors is yelling explicitives at his broken down lawnmower.
"Here you go." the mail carrier says, handing you a letter. It's a sweepstakes envelope from Publishers Clearing House.
"I have a good feeling you've got a winner there." he says as he smiles at you.
"What difference would it make? Can't you see the meteor heading towards us?" you ask him.
"Of course I see it, but if that's a winner, you might find your remaining hours a bit more comfortable" he winks and drives off.

"Tag!" you hear, and turn to see some children playing nearby.
"Hey!" you call out to them "Do you know about the meteor?"
"Yeah we know." a boy, approximately 5 years old answers as he takes a quick only semi-interested look up at the meteor.
"Then you know we're all going to be dead tomorrow?"
"Yeah"
"Do you know how soon tommorow is?" you follow up.
"Sure we do. We were sad about it for a little bit, but then we got bored and decided to play." He tells you.
Another child interjects, looking up at you sweetly "I hope you don't mind, but talking to you is boring. We only have one day left and we really want to play tag."
There is a seconds pause.
"But you can play with us if you want." he adds cheerfully.
You smile at him "No, no thank you. But you have fun, sorry for interrupting your..."

You don't get to finish your sentence as they've already run back to continue their game. As you watch them for a minute, you realize that they do understand. They know they're going to die and they know exactly what they want to do with the little time they have left. A little bit of smoke moves into your peripheral vision and you turn your head to see Mrs. Deagul has started up her grill. You see the uncooked hot dogs on the table next to her and your mind starts to think about what you'll want to have for your own dinner later. It's the last one you'll ever eat, it says, and you don't want to waste it! Better make it steak... or lobster... or caviar! Or some fancy french food you've never tried before. It's your last chance to try something new. Better yet, a buffet! Tonights your last meal so you should gorge yourself with a complete smorgasborg of all the best, most expensive, fanciest...

A falling leaf pulls your attention upwards and you see the meteor. Your mind instantly quiets, and you look back at the children playing. Apparently they've switched to freeze tag now, and one of the children, a girl, looks at you as she laughs and runs around unfreezing her playmates. Suddenly the boy who was "it" jumps out from behind a bush, and she screams her surprise. "Freeze Mary!" he laughs as he tags her. Some of the other children circle around them, trying to create a good angle to run in and unfreeze her as he stays just close enough to her, hoping to bait one of them into running too close to him.

"It isn't about fear. Or is it?" a voice behind you asks.
"No, it isn't." you answer, still watching the children.
"They didn't choosing to play tag because they are afraid of wasting time?" the voice pursues.
"No", you answer again.
The voice irritates you by continuing "But don't you think that when they learned about the meteor they thought about the time they have left, and imagined themselves not getting to play tag again? And don't you think picturing that filled them with a deep sadness, and then they realized it could happen for real which made them so afraid that they rushed out to start playing?"
"It didn't happen that way." You say with an edge to your voice, "If it had, those children would have only played for a moment and then thought of something else that they'd 'miss out on' if they didn't do it, and go do that. And they'd keep doing that cycle for as long as they were able, which is to say about half an hour or so before they were so tired of it they couldn't keep doing it anymore. Then they'd go back to doing what they want to, which is usually to play whatever game sounds best to them at the moment."
"Why?" the voice asks.
For some reason you're getting very annoyed with this person's cluelessness about how young children act. "Haven't you ever spent any time with young children before? Try throwing a birthday party for a 4 year old with 20 friends sometime. Think you'll be able to get them to sit down just because it's dinnertime? Ha! They want to play, they want to run around, and the moment you get a second one to the table the first has taken off to go rejoin one of their games. In all probability when you finally get them seated they'll all just wolf down a few bites and run off again. Only if they are really hungry will they slow down and then enjoy the meal."
"Do you find young children to be rude?" the voice implors.
"It's not about rudeness, it's just that at age 4 you don't really understand how much work was put into making the meal. You don't get that if you let food get cold someone has to heat it up again for you. You don't think about how other people's schedules require them to clean up your dishes after you eat before they can do other things. You don't realise that the person cooking feels an obligation to make sure you all get fed, and until they see you eat they're going to feel a nagging pressure to try and get you to eat. It takes years of adults telling them before children understand that they should eat when it's served, and they should take enough time to enjoy the meal, and they should do so fairly quietly and remain seated until they and everyone else has finished in to show your appreciation to the host or hostess. Without an adult there reminding them of those things, they just want to do whatever the spirit motivates them to do. They don't have time for any of those things."
"Then," says the voice, "would it be reasonable to say that even though those kids do know about the meteor, it doesn't really matter to them? As in, wouldn't they be playing tag because their spirit is motivating them to play tag whether the meteor was there or not?" The question intrigues you.
"I hadn't thought of that." you say, turning around to see an indian man standing behind you. He winks. You recognize him as Don Juan.

"To those children, death is an indifference. They are all keenly aware of it, but none of them are obsessed with it," Don Juan tells you, "They are doing what they want to, what the spirit is telling them to. As you already said, they don't have time for anything else. All the adults around us on the other hand are treating death as though it doesn't exist. Do you think deep down inside that now, with less than a day left, they really want to keep watching television? Do you think it was the spirit that motivates some of them to invest all their emotional energy into watching other people play a game and pretend the result of it is far more important than they secretly know it is? They are being immortal, they have all the time in the universe for that ****. They are the ones who really need instruction, far more than the children. The advisor they need is death."

You look up again at the sky. The meteor slowly but persistently continues to increase in size.
Don Juan continues "Sure, some of the things we learn as we change from children to adults are worthwhile. Don't hit others. Don't call people names. If someone does call you names, don't hit them. But mostly what we learn is useless. Don't put your feet on the coffee table. Keep your lawn mowed. Learn your place in the various social heirarchies with all the entitlements they give you over those beneath you and obligations to those above you. Defend those heirarchal rules violently when you see them broken. Value yourself and others based on your material possessions. Don't do anything too weird." As if to punctuate this last point, one of the children does a headstand while shouting "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" and the others laugh.

"Those children don't need death as an advisor because they already do the only thing that death advises. They listen to and act from their spirit. The adults on the other hand listen to and act from the nonsensical social rules that were forced on them when they grew up. Imagine if right now they all finally got it. They finally understood that death was coming for them and so they spent the next day acting purely from the spirit. For all of them, it would be the most worthwhile day they have spent in many years. Which of all the rules they learned would they continue to follow? Would they start hitting each other? No, because the spirit would tell them not to act in that way. Would they keep watching tv when they really want to go outside and practice shooting a basketball because they know they're bad at shooting baskets because the rule says they should feel embarassed and avoid doing things they want to do that might get them laughed at? No, that rule which has controlled them all their adult lives would be discarded." As Don Juan finishes, you feel a sudden pang of sadness.

"Don Juan I want to act from spirit," you say, "but I really don't know what to do. I mean, I know what I don't want to do. I don't want to discuss trivial things, I don't want to waste time, even the thought of going back in and watching the rest of my show makes me want to projectile vomit."
"The problem is that you're still asking your mind to advise you when you should be asking your death. Your mind has believed that you are immortal for it's entire life, so it will continue to advise you as such. You need to eat this, and that, and the other it will say. You need to try everything! It will tell you to try every video game, watch a bit of every tv show you ever were interested in but haven't seen yet. After you do this for a little while it will then remind you of the importance of a bucket list and how you must put as many checkmarks on that piece of paper as possible while there's still time! An hour later it will insist you to contact everyone you've ever cared about and 'get closure' in every relationship you've ever had. By morning, it will practically force you to get as many people together as you possibly can and have the kinkiest orgy you can imagine." You pause a moment as Don Juan's words sink in, realising he is more or less right.

"To the mind," he continues, "not having time is a reason to fulfill every physical pleasure, to complete every percieved obligation, to finish works purely for the pride of having done so in time. As the meteor draws closer, more and more of the adults will begin to really become aware of the coming of death, and they will ask their minds to advise them. Soon they will be rushing to complete everything their minds tell them to do, and tommorow this street and all the others will be filled with adults acting from nothing but their purile, base instincts or their overblown senses of obligation. Look at the children by comparison. Tonight as their parents slowly become aware of death, Sarah's mom will decide they all need to try her beef wellington at least once before they die. Timmy's mom won't have that awareness yet, so she'll still be making macaroni and cheese. The kids will eat at Timmy's because their spirit will advise them that's preferable to spending time at a fancy formal meal. Besides, it will let them get back to playing sooner although Sarah will really enjoy the macaroni, even more than she would have her mom's beef wellington. They won't feel required to eat or do anything while they still can, they'll still only do what they actually want to."

"I get what you're saying Don Juan," you tell him, "I really do but I still don't know what to do. I could go play with the kids, and I would enjoy that, but I feel like there's still something that I really should do. Not some trivial thing that my mind is advising me to do, but something else, something important that I just can't put my finger on."
"Use death as an advisor." Don Juan says forcefully. You start to answer but he reaches out and gently puts his hand over your mouth. He shakes his head no, and with his other hand he presses a finger over his own mouth. You stop talking, and your mind goes quiet. Using his hand he turns your head upwards. Time stops as you stare at the meteor. The answer hits you like a ton of bricks.

"The escape clause!" You yell at him. You run to your car with him running behind. He barely gets into the passenger seat before you're pulling out of the driveway.
"Are we going out for ice cream?" he asks as you tear out of the neighborhood.
"No time!" you tell him emphatically, not even taking enough time to think about what he said to determine whether he was joking.
Suddenly you feel fingers pinching your nose closed. Annoyed you ask Don Juan "What are you doing?"
"Stop!" he shouts at you.

You brake just in time to avoid careening into a car crossing the intersection in front of you. Only then do you notice the stop sign.
As you recover your breath you hear "It's good to let the spirit motivate us towards a certain future action, but remember we must always live in the present."
The driver of the other car opens his door and steps out. He's not injured, but he kneels down on the road and starts weeping.
"First I lose all my 401K and now this?" he cries out.

Exasperated you drive around him, calling out through the window as you pass "Sorry I don't have time to comfort you, but try to remember that after you die that 401k wasn't going to do you any good anyway."

Don Juan buckles his seatbelt and you drive more carefully now. Calmer, you explain to him that you're going to park off of a dirt road just outside the crowded parts of the suburbs near where you feel you can meditate most effectively.
You park when you get there and walk over to sit in a soft patch of grass underneath a shady tree. Don Juan waits in the car, and you pull out your smartphone and look through your music collection. You pick out a few songs that you think will help you meditate, and gaze at the nature before you. You quiet the mind, and wait, gazing, listening. You do not notice as afternoon turns to evening, and then to dusk as your phone finally finishes your meditation playlist. George Rafferty's Baker Street melds perfectly into the music of the crickets chirping before being overtaken by them.
Don Juan approaches, "You came back into this awareness, you must see another awareness."
You turn your gaze away from him and intend another awareness. Everything gets a little bigger, a little brighter. You never noticed how deep the grass really is before. It's a whole world of it's own. You see light bouncing off of it, playing. It dances around. You couldn't really describe it's movement, you can only see it. Then you see how all those blades of grass are made of tiny fibers. Fibers which are made out of energy. They brighten up when you notice them. You can sense that they know you're seeing them and more then anything they all want you to pay attention to them. They mirror you're slightest emotions. A little happiness makes them dance happily. A tiny drop of sadness and they project it back at you. Even though they have a different sort of consciousness you realize they are indeed conscious and that everything is made up of those fibers. Slowly it all fades back. When your vision returns to normal you can see that everything that was moving and dancing was simultaneously standing still, and even though your reason can't make sense of this it feels perfectly natural to your spirit. You see Don Juan sitting nearby.

"What happened?" you ask him.
"You quieted your mind and started to see. You went into the shift below as Castenada called it, which modern man might call the micro-world."
"Why did I stop?"
"You ran out of energy. Your spirit knew you had no more energy and so it made you stop. Learning to see is a discipline that requires practice. You're going to have to save energy and build your will for some time before you'll really be able to do it. That you went so far on your first real attempt at it in years is remarkable, especially without the aid of power plants."
"But I thought if one was about to die, their spirit would let them do things they didn't really have the energy to do?"
"Apparently death isn't touching you."
"But the meteor?"
"They just shot it down."
For a brief moment, you actually find this news disappointing.
"Don't worry," Don Juan smiles at you, "You might still die tomorrow anyway."
You laugh.

On the way home, you notice the meteor.
"Don Juan," you begin, "I still see the meteor."
"A little trick of mine," he says, "For everyone else the meteor is gone. For you it is still there, but only as a reminder. Whenever you need death to advise you, look to the meteor." He says.

The next morning the world is still there. The news is reporting that the meteor is gone, and everyone has returned to their usual routines. You decide to go for a walk and pass a TV store in which the demonstration models are playing scenes from the movie Tombstone. It catches your attention for a moment as you notice the scene in which Doc Holliday is being told by another doctor that he will be dead sometime between 2 days and 2 years hence. You wonder how Doc will take advice from his death. Another set is playing a scene just a little further along in the movie in which Holliday is about to join the Earps on their way to a gunfight at the O.K. corall. Wyatt, who knows of Doc's impending death, tells him "You don't need to get involved. This isn't your fight." Doc replies "That is a hell of a thing for you to say to me." Damned right, you think and move on.

You think about the day before and realise that continuing your dreaming/seeing practices is exactly what your spirit is telling you to do, but first you want to learn what you need to do to regain your energy. You silence your mind and look up at the meteor. Today, you begin regaining your energy by joining in a game of freezetag.
Well, that story sort of took on a life of it's own after I started writing it, I had no intention of making it that long. Anyway, I hope some of you might find some of the stuff in this post helpful. And please understand if I don't stop to pity you. I don't have time. I'm dying.

[NagualHuman]

Thanks for a good story man!
If I would be in that situation with meteor, I would pack food and equipment, ran with speed of hell to the woods, and start to think how the *** I get out of this planet?
and the everything that would cross my mind, everything that would be crazy enough to be called a sorcery, that would cross my mind I would do! even if it consisted of eating ground, tackling with wild boar and than standing in headstand until the end of the all time.... and I believe that If I were in the place of no-pity and really intended to fly of the planet, to persist in my goal of flying in infinity, than the spirit could not do anything else than give me what I intend.
Spirit has a magic a way to accomplish anything, like an ace in sleeve, Its up to us to believe that magic aka the ace and the sleeve aka ourselves exists, the man on which the jacket with sleeve is spirit...

[NagualHuman]

The thing most important to acknowledge, that thought the spirit is the one who pulls the "ace" -the magic from sleeve, one, I the "sleeve" must be an living embodiment a conduct for a spirit, and when you acknowledge that, you know that all the time, the magic the "ace" is in you -in the sleeve!
What a nice metaphor I made, really proud of myself!

[Julio Juliopolis]

What a nice metaphor I made, really proud of myself!
I liked it!

[NagualHuman]

Thanks , I wouldnt be able to do such a metaphor if you wouldnt write that story of yours!
as I believe that everything I come across - no matter what it is has potential to give me energy,
It could be also said that The 1st attention the tonal is the sleeve and the 2nd attention is the ace, the man who rules it all is the infinity = 3rd attention

It amaze me every moment more and more how the nagual and tonal can be seen in everything, even in the physical world the eye = color around black, the stars and vacuum, the 95% of universe is created by vacuum/void the 5% is physical/solid objects, the 97% of human DNA is of transformative potential, and the most important the nagual is 99%, that means all that is within us and outside us has 99% value of fluidity="shiftability"/changeability, the 1% is the tonal, thats how much we need to pass through eagle only one percent one percent change, and if one is able to sustain that one percent(tonal) and connect it to the 99% (nagual) than he is able to pass through eagle, thats why we must shrink our tonal to minimum, to feel the power and accumulate the power which the nagual can only provide for that purpose, no more we need, only one percent of our awareness must be in self-knowing state, the others are just endless possibility of unknown, its an evolution - from known to unknown, from physicality to non-physicality. The one percent - the tonal if is truly connected to the nagual by the 1 to 99 ratio, than you are able to do anything, anything is possible, except your dead - for that is the 1% of luminosity/awareness, to sustain yourself as a beign, because if someone goes 100 into naguality he is completely dissolved and dies, of that power must be the tonal, to be able to concieve the unknown by which he unlocks his potential fully, because tonal is solid-non-moving and nagual is fluid-creative... as Don Juan said "The Nagual is what takes care of creativity in sorcerers life" and not just of sorcerers of everyone, thas the reason why you can come up with new thoughts,new enlightment, new anything... It doesnt mean that the tonal of warrior is priceless or not good, it just means that the 1% must be able to connect with the unknown which is the 99% because when people think that they are solid, nonchanging, sad and other pitiness comes in place, that they are solid and the ratio of tonal increases, which makes the human more solid and not able to evolucionate aka accumulate power aka create more and more
Nagual is nonpersonal, Tonal is personal, and because of that if the little human like me wish to persist I must be able to conceive by my person by my 1 the non-personality the whole nagual the 99

Already given to the force
my needs are none
I only know
that I am the slightest chance I have
yet that is nothing in comparrison
to all that is void
and because of that I need nothing more or less
only the power that governs all
spirit I guide and spirit guides me
the little human
that believe in his cubic centimeter of chance
a beign that know, that only a pixel-sized spark in sight of my eye
means everything to me...
- Don Juan a.k.a 1>99

1 to 99 aka that one is from the the 99...

[NagualHuman]

Correction in the third line - the 1% is the tonal, thats how much we need to pass through eagle only one percent one percent chanCe.

also funny is the equation of Albert Einstein E=MC2 or how would sorcerer explain it Energy equals Me See Too!

[NagualHuman]

What a self-important **** the Einstein was!, boasting himself...
True warrior know that when he accomplish his goal or he accumulutes energy or gains and ability, he must be sober and not fly away on the feeling that he is already god, because that is only one step through infinity, one piece of unending puzzle, and the bigger step you made now, the bigger step you are able to do and must do in moment after!

[NagualHuman]

Thats the rule of exponencialization aka rule of expansion aka rule of power accumulation

and for that one must be totaly in state of no-pitty, yea acquire the good feelings you got, enjoy them! feel the extasy of creation, but we must still be sober and in place of no-pity, that means that it still means nothing for us, because the emotion fizzless of sooner or later, what is of matter for warrior is accumulation of more and more power...
Imagine that someone comes to you gives you knowledge that can change the whole planet earth for better - for the shift of planetar assemblage point, well most of people same as I did would feel such a big pride - that their dick is 100feets big but as every emotion it fizzless out, and its up to you if you stay solid or you are able to take it as just a small step that will lead you to even greater steps and for that warrior need no-pity or as I call it "dis·in·ter·est·edness" non-into-rest-ness because warrior has no time for rest, for warrior everything is an act of power an act of accumulating more and more power, and all the emotion fizzless out except one which he must cultivate and which has the power to destroy all boundaries "love" but its not normal love its love for the infinity, for himself or his other half or other warriors, that allows him to juice himself up to maximum and even to more...
Its hardly by world described, when I first found this love an tear flew from my eye and when I write this texts another tear is flowing as it reminds me of that moment, because such a love is felt like nothing and everything together, its nondescribable by words, only maybe by one the infinity itself and such a love is able to bring to warriors life always energy, it always allow him to stop his dialogue, and suck some more power from the unknown... Its like when you look at some film and a tear comes to your eye, but not because of sadness, but because of the love and the fight - the fire and will the warriors are able to sustain.... maybe if someone cried on the end of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy you know what I mean

[Julio Juliopolis]

When I grew up, my best teachers would explain things in multiple ways; so here's another explanation.

The following is a list of the places having something to do with pity.

1. Place of pity - This is where you're at whenever you're seeing, (or more often imagining), "bad" things happening to yourself or others and feeling sad about it.
2. Place of not pitying anyone at the moment - This is where you're at whenever you're not at place 1 I assume many of you are at this place as you read this, and I think very few of you are homocidal maniacs.
3. Place of no pity - This is where you're at when you no longer consider pity to be a viable option; when you realize that it is in fact a harmful place to yourself and those who are pitied because it magnifies suffering. [see footnote]

The only thing that can make #3 harder to get to than #1 is habit. As a child, you had to work hard to get to the place of pity in the first place, and then to develop going there as a habit. It is never enjoyable and the longer you stay there the more it weakens you. To me it is a path without heart. I shan't traverse it. You of course shall make your own decision. I'd advise you to look at the meteor before you make it.

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Footnote - If you pay attention to how you use your energy, you'll realize that you must add your energy to the suffering energy in order to fully feel pity. The only way to do that is to intend it, and yet most people are completely unaware that they have to intend to magnify suffering in order to feel pity. If you were to say to them that by pitying another they had intended to magnify suffering they would deny it; totally convinced that they are right. This is worth taking a moment to reflect on. They do indeed have to intend to magnify the suffering and yet they are absolutely convinced that they don't do that. I'd say there are two reasons for this. First, they never desired that to happen and second, they were not doing it deliberately. Yet, that is what they did. This example therefore excellently demonstrates that intention does not equal desire; and that it does not require deliberation. Intention is what you put your energy into, whether you're paying attention to it or not.

[NagualHuman]

The people because they in their heart knows that bad,sadness,tiredness and fear that lies behind them all and because of that they know its not right to feel that way, so they are trying to forget on it and hide it, because they doesnt wanna expose what is truly guiding them. because through the history of 2000 years and even more everytime someone did something wrong he was killed, humiliated or any other act of negating. and so the peoples mind learned to hide, learned to not expose itself which then produces even more-self importance.
What is important is to not forget to know that you acted maybe even bad, but not take it seriously, you can say "What a such Looser I was!" and if you say it loudly you are not giving it self-importance by trying to hide it, you are speaking loudly what is truly in you and if you do it than you can without fear or getting crucified, learn from the mistakes without pity.
What haunts the mind of people is the fact, that they think if I then say for example "I am bad", they think that it will really happen, but if there is no self-importance in that you are able to change properly without giving any value to the bad... and for that is there one of stalking tools a joke! instead of saying how bad you are, its better to make fun from yourself, and acknowledge that what you were giving into acting "bad" you can than give into acting right. When you laugh you longens your life

[serloco]

For me no pity is ruthlessness, but not cruelty. It removes the burden of the egocentric self and places one just inside the reaches of infinity. The places of no doubt and ruthlessness work hand in hand together. It gives the person the freedom to act from a position of infinity, and removes all doubt form the mind to accomplish the goal which is carried out ruthlessly. You can be ruthless in you intent and actions but still avoid being cruel. I think that definition misses that point.

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