Letter From A Flyer

[Guest]

Dear meat


Dear minds


Dear friends


After i`ve read some post in this conference and in IML


something extraneous to me


want to say something. It is terrible but honestly.


I WIIL SPEAK DIRECTLY FROM MIND!


You are my food.


You speak my with my words and my synthacsis


I have already educate you to be the best in the world


Carlos is **** Carlos is god You is god


I give you all knowledge about this world, schools and university, techniks


and all you need is love.


Just relax and listen to some good muzak for meditation/masturbation


You must dont think about death it`s so disturbing


6 billons of ME will burn you


Don pequeno is better than Tensehead


tensehead is better than don Pequeno


What do you tTHINNKK about this :-))))))))))))))


Everything in this world is done to hide `humaneros` under different fasades


Shut up your mind do sex


I give you illussion of immortality and idea of tomorrow


Viktor sanches is better than Carlos he knows more


Please be homey, be politely, dont shout loud, or i will take you to crazyhouse


Drugs are so nice for moving AP


Please talk with any **** about magic of great Carlos and he will


understand that he is so stupid and you is great WARRIOR R R R R


I LOVE YOU


I LOVE YOU


I LOVE YOUR MEAT


I LOVE YOUR AWARENESS


I LOVE TO EAT YOUR SHINY EGG


i invent religion and philosophy and paranoid diagnos


I gave the power to the government police gangsters scientistc and medics


You will dye! You will die! You will be dead! Enjoy your life


DONT WORRY FEEL HAPPY -it`s a great hit and it`s my work


Someone will remember you until he dies too.


I heard Choki Nima Rinpoche he said Listen carefully switch off all


taperecorders


~Thinking all of the time - is the reason of Sansara - world of illusion~


He cant said it honestly because he has fear, he knows


that it`s dangerous to say: Mind is sansara, bullshit your mind is alien


There will be nothing else to say he will lose his job - Rinpoche means great


Buudda was great Osahara was great you is great warrior because i`m your mind


and i`m really great.


You look on the screen of computer - my invention. I can rule you better


and faster with it. You can project my words and ideas faster through Internet.


Clinton and Hussain kills people because they know well that people are meat


people are chickens peaple are sleepy.


I hypnotyze your through TV and computers screens everything is so colourfull


and interesting.


Argue with me, tell me something dont do Tensegrity it`s cr5azy dangerous stupid


false scared by third video


Dont give this little carlos your money, bye some USEFUL things.


Sincerely


best wishes


Flyer mind

[Nagual LoneWolf]

The truth can be painful.

[Guest]

I've always liked the Letter from a Flyer.
Everytime i read it i see something else in there.
Cheers lonewolf.

[Tiger Lilly 4847]

can someone explain "flyer" to me?
fanks!
Tiger Lilly

[Guest]

- a term coined by the infamous Carlos Castaneda.
- the foreign installation.
- the dualistic mind.
- an inorganic being that attaches to a person and parasitically feeds on their attention.
- causes a person to focus primarily on Ego, thereby consuming a person's attention with mundane, mindless shite whilst feeding on the rest of the person's unused energy.
- flyer mottos and flyer culture can be seen in the media, pop music, sit-coms, etc.
- sometimes *seen* around a person as a huge black stingray-like flying shape.
But hey, flyers are really pussycats.
Give them a good ol' dose of love and compassion.
They just wanna be happy too.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

To add futher about Flyers...
They are the voice in your inner mind that isn't yours.They
seek to enslave you with demented thoughts and deviant behaviour.Parasites that been on humans since dawn's early time.They are called "Flyers" because when seen outside the body they appeared like grey stingrays flying around in the
shadows. The Lone Wolf

[Tiger Lilly 4847]

that is absolutely amazing.....
recommendations for flyers? let them speak... ? what do you do with them... what is the goal?

love and light
Tiger Lilly

[Nagual LoneWolf]

You refuse them permission to be in your mind and to feed
on your body.You refuse them till they no longer are in
your mind.You'llW when they are gone. The Lone Wolf

[Tiger Lilly 4847]

hmmmm.... so they actually leave.... is this anything like the ability to see beyond our experiences so that a whole new realm of universal reality comes into focus? sometimes I feel very inhibited by what I usually call "my better judgment"... better judgment is usually based on experience from yesterday... doesn't it really limit what could happen as opposed to what I think I KNOW will happen? If I've dragged this thread on much too long, I apologize it's just consistent with some of my thoughts lately!
Love and Light
Tiger Lilly

[Nagual LoneWolf]

When one loses this mental parasite the universe actually
does come into focus....
Well said Tiger. The Lone Wolf

[Guest]

This is an age-old problem, as old as human memory.
There are many legends concerning the Foreign Mind.
So, just for fun, here's mine.

In the First Days, now lost to us, humankind dwelt peacefully in a beautiful paradise. In the early days, there was no knowledge of "desire" and people walked with innocence upon the earth.
The Guardians of Paradise, dwelling in Heaven, smiled down their love on the world. And they made in each creature a seed in their heart, so that every creature might harbour and grow Love for all beings.
And it came about that the Guardians made a Gift to the world. In their unfathomable wisdom, atop the mountain at the centre of paradise, they planted a tree: the Tree Of Knowledge Of Good And Bad.
The tree grew tall and glorious, and its likeness was not found in the whole of paradise. And the tree grew so high and wonderous that soon all of paradise was touched by its shadow.
And rumor began of dark things that crept beyond the borders of paradise. Of a great war among the Guardians. Of murderous deeds among Humanity.
Yet more rumor spread that the Guardians had kept the Secret of Immortality hidden. And that many powers could be gained from magick, from spells and potions, and from pacts made with the spirits of the aethers.
And slowly, as these rumors spread, paradise was lost to humankind, indeed lost to all creatures who dwelt in the shadow of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Bad.
Yet there was hope. In the icy north lived a beautiful Queen in a tower made of glass crystal. She was possessor of the Light of Colours and she reigned long as a Source of Light in a troubled world.
But it came to pass that a great dragon ascended from out of the darkest depths to wage war on the Queen and the Light of Colours. The Queen held the dragon at bay for a long time, but at last the dragon, in dark fury, smote the Light of Colours. The Queen, to preserve her own life, sealed herself atop the crystal tower, behind The Mirror That Is Not A Mirror.
With the Light of Colours gone and the Queen trapped in the Mirror, the land became filled with darkness. Many dragons came to inhabit the crystal tower and the great drakes turned the surrounding lands to waste. Then it was that the Great Darkness came upon the world.
Many generations passed and a time came when, in a warm southern village, a great warrior was reborn. As a child, David began to talk with the animals, and to learn the languages of beast and bird. He received dreams and visions, and discovered many wonderous things. As David grew older, he began to dream of a crystal tower and of a beautiful Queen trapped inside a Magic Mirror.
When he came of age, David left the village he had known his whole lifetime, never to return. And after readying his horse, he headed north to seek answers to his visions and dreams.
The journey was long and arduous. By the time David had travelled the continent to arrive in the wastes of the north, he had lost his horse, his weapons, his magickal tools and possessions, and seemed on the verge of sanity.
Exhausted and near death, David arrived at the border of a great wasteland where dark shapes whirled high in the sky. Wearily, he staggered, and crawled under an outcrop of rock where he fell soundly asleep.
That night, in a dream, David found himself wandering a vast hallway. The hallway extended as far as he could see in front and behind. And there beside him, hanging on the wall, was an ornate mirror, beautifully carved and polished.
Carefully, David peered into the mirror. At first the mirror appeared misty and unclear, then slowly, a shape appeared. There David saw a tiny seedling struggling to grow; the small root seeking hold, the tiny sprout seeking light. And, as he watched, a fluttering moth gently alighted upon the seedling. Suddenly, with a great crash, as of thunder, the mirror broke, and instantly David awoke.
Feeling refreshed, David picked himself up and walked on. In the distance, he could see a great tower rising into the darkened sky. And he began to hear vast shrieks and cries from the great whirling shapes as they began to circle overhead.
As David walked on thru the waste he passed numerous bones and skeletons of both man and beast, long since dead. The many lives spent in the quest to free the Queen from her prison.
Suddenly, from the gloom above, a huge shape swooped down. And David saw a dragon come screaming toward him, it's cruel maw gaping, it's firey breath bursting forth. From a corpse lying nearby David picked up a large sword, and brandishing it he turned to face the dragon.
With a terrible shriek that froze David's heart, the dragon descended on him in fury. Yet, with a move so quick that it surprised David himself, he hefted the sword like a javelin and threw it with all his might. The blade flew straight and true, piercing the heart of the great drake. In a cloud of smoke and ash, it crashed to the ground before David, heaved a great sigh and then died.
As David watched, the dragon's flesh melted away. Like a fog banished by a breeze the body of the dragon disappeared. "Illusion", thought David. "And yet an illusion that would burn the very flesh from my bones."
Slowly, David turned away and walked on toward the great tower. He could hear the other great dragons, high in the dark sky, crying with grief and then shrieking with vengeance.
After much walking, there before him at last, was a great stone gate - the gateway to the tower. High above, the crystal tower veered into the sky. And though the land about was desolate and barren, David could see the tower shining as a diamond in the sunlight.
Warily, David approached the great stone gate. Carefully, he stepped thru the gateway. And there before him, guarding the entrance to the tower were three great dragons.
With no weapon in hand, David stood before them. They were ancient beasts, gnarled and twisted, yet mighty in strength. "Let me pass!" commanded David.
A great rasping sound issued from the dragons, and David realised they were laughing at him.
"We shall never let you pass!" roared one of the three. "For we desire Darkness, and despise the Light."
"You are illusion!" responded David. "And your desires are illusion. The Darkness and the Light are all illusion!"
Then it was that a great fury came upon the dragons, and they drew themselves up, baring their teeth, and let out an almighty roar.
And for an instant David's heart quailed. Then it was that the great dragons descended on him, blasting him with their firey breath, tearing at him with their claws and fangs.
And David's body was slain, his corpse lay smoldering among the ash.
Yet David appeared, standing before the dragons. And he seemed to glow like sunshine, and a light of many colours was about him. The dragons recoiled at the sight of him. And when he spoke, his voice caused the dragons great pain. "Let me pass!" he again commanded.
And so it was that the great dragons let David pass into the crystal tower. For they could not abide his presence, his glowing countenance, his pure heart. And with a great cry the dragons took to the air, passing over the wasteland and returned to the abyss from whence they came.
So David entered the crystal tower, and began the long climb up the stairway. The very walls and steps seemed to glow with a strange light, and David cautiously and deliberately mounted each step, climbing higher and higher.
After what seemed like an age, there at the top of the stairway was a room. The room was bare, but hanging on the wall was a mirror, exact in likeness to the mirror of his dream.
Slowly, he approached it, and gazing into it he saw the face of an old woman. She appeared very regal, and at one time would have been most beautiful. Yet now her face was cold and grey, her eyes closed, her mouth slack, as if death had overcome her.
David reached out to touch the mirror, and was amazed when his fingers passed into it as if it were water. The surface of the mirror rippled, and then the eyes of the old woman opened.
She gazed out at him, staring for a long moment. And then she smiled, her wrinkled face peaceful and happy. "At last." she croaked. "I wake."
David stammered and then spoke. "My Dear Lady. How may i free you?"
Her smile became a dry chuckle. "Indeed." she slowly whispered. "You are I; and I am thee. This you must know, in order to be free."
David stared at the mirror, the old woman's eyes began to close and her face began to fade away. "Wait!" he pleaded. "Dear Lady, please tell me how i can free you!"
Her eyes flickered open for a moment. "It is within you." she answered, and with a sigh her head dropped and her eyes closed forever. A great Crack! rent the mirror in two and David jumped back startled and confused.
"Within me?" he asked himself. "What is within me?"
He glanced back toward the mirror, the image of the old woman had faded. And there in the cracked reflection he saw himself, standing open-mouthed and shocked. He saw that he was glowing, with a golden light, a light of colours about him. And there, where his heart should be, was a tiny seedling, growing steadily.
Indeed, the light of colours seemed to come from out of the seedling. As if the light were being nourished from the seedling in his heart.
"Within me." he replied seeing the answer. "It is within me!"
At once, the mirror disappeared. The walls, ceiling and floor all disappeared. The crystal tower also, the wasteland that the north had become, the darkened skies; all of these things passed away. And David found himself on a hillside looking out over a wonderful paradise, and there in the centre of paradise, growing atop a mountain, was a vast tree.
And as he looked, he wondered, for the tree did not cast any shadow.
"Welcome." said a musical voice behind him. David turned to see a group of strange people all glowing with a golden light; and yet they seemed familiar to him, as if he had known them for an age.
"Welcome beloved David, fellow Guardian." the golden people chorused. "Welcome to paradise."
And then, as he embraced them, with tears of joy streaming down his face, then at last he understood.

[Guest]

Fantail ! G'day mate ...
This story youve written is really something . It was a great experience to read . Do you think it might deserve its own posting somewhere more visible , like maybe at "In Dreams"?
Its an epic journey , and people deserve to to read excellent writing like this .
Got any more ? : )
Steve Kookaburra

[Guest]

i enjoyed the story too, fantail. i liked the way you weaved elements of many myths in the way you did.
your hero, i think, has many faces.
jed

[Guest]

My real spiritual journey started the day the flyers attacked......
Alive being eaten alive...... I had never felt so totally known, so totally invaded and naked... so in terror and denial and a world of utterly painful honesty...
The flyers fed well on my virgin egg and consumed me.. chewing thoughtfully.
then a few days later.. then the next day... then the next... then the next...
Soon I discovered new flyers who could handle different qualities of emotion... and my terror took on a new fervour.... the resistance parasite... hes lovely......
The emotion is running out... the sense of drama receding......or maybe the flyers are getting bored. who knows.... maybe i can convince them to feed on love..... I feel like a change....

[Vrill]

Wolf is right.




If you develop a strong, powerful Insight, you can use it to get rid of them.




They are highly allergic to Rigpa or Non-Dualistic Attention.




As beings that feed on pure duality, any non-duality causes them to no longer exist, or a transformation of their energy into something higher. at least that
was my own experience.




So you never fight with them on their level, that of duality. If you simply watch them intently, they taste like chicken.

[Guest]