0ffshoot of Unbending intent

[Le_Regard]

Ok.  Ok.  So I guess we're really doing this here, but please note the "head" imagery in the following:

You'll see two distinct "head" motifs.  There is a severed head she holds in her upper left hand, and a garland of heads that she wears as a necklace.

Kali is just Parvati when she's very angry by the way.

Ganesha's head is BIGGER, see?  None of THESE heads was big enough.

[Le_Regard]

In THIS picture Shiva is DEAD by the way.  He is a CORPSE, because without Shakti he can't even live, he can't even exist.

In many similar images he does have an erection though.

[Pixie Dust]

Lol. I really don't understand why women are displayed in such an extreme manner. Like, why does Shiva have to be stood on? I know the story, but like, is that the only way to resolve things? It's like the Gods always had some hot drama happening that forced the plot further into ridiculous heights.

I wish my biggest issue was a nosy neighbor. How nice that would be. Instead, I'm often left pondering over the unseen war between heaven and hell.

And big heads with dead erections.

My mind is a circus.

It's bed time for me...time to dream of the impossible. I enjoyed the entertainment.

[Le_Regard]

No, the erection is the part that is alive.  He's dead because Consciousness without Energy has no capacity to create.  But the erection symbolizes that he at least still has the WILL to create.

[Le_Regard]

Also she's standing on him because pure consciousness is the absolute foundation for the movement of energy.

In the story she's doing a dance and destroying the universe.  She's in a blind drunken fury smashing up everything and the only thing Shiva can think to do to stop her is to lie himself down at her feet.  When she realizes she's trampling her Beloved she realizes what's going on and they all live happily ever after.

He's not dead in that story by the way.  Being dead is more just for the paintings.

[Pixie Dust]

You tell the best bedtime stories.

[rosygyro]

Le_Regard wrote:
Are you talking about basically STEERING the entire planet Earth?  Because that's ambitious of you.

Its not attempting to steer the planet in the same sense as trying to steer a juggernaut with my mind or to stop a locomotive with my breath.

our planet is ripe for a trigger to change the habitual assemblage point..
i am not trying to be a superhero or have any extraordinary power in the world once it has been steered.

i.e. become some sort of god emporer

no i just still want to be normal on a world that is better aligned. although that world will be supernormal and my own form with its tiny bit of simbiotic change will register success.

ambition is when you want to make something of yourself while achieving what you know should be done in an environment
that remains under your known understanding.

i think;; trying to think of tales of ambitious LSD experiments where someone wants to be permanently effected.

note- i was spiked with acid at a nightclub about 6 years ago..
i didnt realise until i found myself standing one legged a fence dong karatekid immpressions and screaming perestroika comrad..
( i think it was russian acid).

drugs are bad MK.

[rosygyro]

Pixie Dust wrote:
Le_Regard wrote:
Are you talking about basically STEERING the entire planet Earth?  Because that's ambitious of you.

Don't worry.  It's a team effort.  The only "i" in TEAM is the a-hole.  There are minions who do the heavy steering.

Rosy may have meant that even during blindness people have a capacity to see.  A sixth sense that helps steer them in a certain direction, unconsciously.  Basically like being fated and then taking the necessary steps to help them achieve that destiny without having to be aware of the logistics for the entire time.  We're guided by our mind and spirit.

There's things the spirit never forgets and we're drawn to people we've never known but always knew were out there.  We are much more than our mind.  We have a spirit telling us to remember.  

Or that's just what my bible says.    

I believe there's a lot we don't know in our restless slumber, but when we rise we begin to understand there's a grand design.  The people we've loved, the lessons we learned, the paths we've walked, and the characters we played kept us on a trajectory.  Everyone has their own trajectory and sometimes those paths keep crossing with others.  

Why?  

We are more than we think we are.

I think that part of the maladay of the human condition is that it is based upon energetic attatchment.
much of normal power is spent trying to stay in atatchment so as to remain asleep.
i propose that after years of fighting for the energetic rights of the innocent.. that we try hard to recognise that
the void when accessed as a warrior challenges those same energetic rights in ourselves.
and so the basic solution to our times is to identify the fringe awarness of normal man who is trying to engage in atatchment and expose it to the void which challenges energetic rights.
in this way we gift the problematic people with the opportunity for power and also deal their minds a blow from power.

they steer themselves to try to stay out of powers way
but as by this stage they will be on the warriors path
to steer away is to fail.

[Le_Regard]

[Le_Regard]

rosygyro wrote:
Pixie Dust wrote:
Le_Regard wrote:
Are you talking about basically STEERING the entire planet Earth?  Because that's ambitious of you.

Don't worry.  It's a team effort.  The only "i" in TEAM is the a-hole.  There are minions who do the heavy steering.

Rosy may have meant that even during blindness people have a capacity to see.  A sixth sense that helps steer them in a certain direction, unconsciously.  Basically like being fated and then taking the necessary steps to help them achieve that destiny without having to be aware of the logistics for the entire time.  We're guided by our mind and spirit.

There's things the spirit never forgets and we're drawn to people we've never known but always knew were out there.  We are much more than our mind.  We have a spirit telling us to remember.  

Or that's just what my bible says.    

I believe there's a lot we don't know in our restless slumber, but when we rise we begin to understand there's a grand design.  The people we've loved, the lessons we learned, the paths we've walked, and the characters we played kept us on a trajectory.  Everyone has their own trajectory and sometimes those paths keep crossing with others.  

Why?  

We are more than we think we are.

I think that part of the maladay of the human condition is that it is based upon energetic attatchment.
much of normal power is spent trying to stay in atatchment so as to remain asleep.
i propose that after years of fighting for the energetic rights of the innocent.. that we try hard to recognise that
the void when accessed as a warrior challenges those same energetic rights in ourselves.
and so the basic solution to our times is to identify the fringe awarness of normal man who is trying to engage in atatchment and expose it to the void which challenges energetic rights.
in this way we gift the problematic people with the opportunity for power and also deal their minds a blow from power.

they steer themselves to try to stay out of powers way
but as by this stage they will be on the warriors path
to steer away is to fail.

I'm going to just be honest, I'm trying, but you lost me at the part about "energetic rights".  I think you just mean *rights*.  Like the right to not be unjustly imprisoned.  The right to freedom of speech.  Etc.

[Le_Regard]

I'm basically on board with "the void", but I don't get "the void when accessed as a warrior".  Who else accesses the void?

I'm basically on board with "rights", but... well... long story, but I'm basically on board with "rights".  I don't get "energetic rights" and I especially don't get "energetic rights of the innocent".

[Le_Regard]

rosygyro wrote:.
and so the basic solution to our times is to identify the fringe awarness of normal man who is trying to engage in atatchment and expose it to the void which challenges energetic rights.
in this way we gift the problematic people with the opportunity for power and also deal their minds a blow from power.

I would go a step further here and say that the solution is to identify ALL awareness, not just at the fringe, and expose it to the void.  I'm basically all about exposing things to the void.  I can't even really imagine any scenario where exposing things to the void is not the right thing to do.

[Le_Regard]

Exposing things to the void is a lot like throwing a witch into a lake to see if she floats.  For some reason I think this is very clever.

[Le_Regard]

So these are the scales of Maat.  When you die you queue up at these scales and then... looks like Anpu/Anubis up there weighing your HEART against the feather of Maat.  The feather represents truth, justice, cosmos, and so on, and if your HEART is lighter than the feather, then you...  I'm not actually sure what happens next, but it's GOOD. 

If your HEART is heavier than the feather then the standard procedure is to feed it to crocodile demons, I think.

[rosygyro]

Le_Regard wrote:
rosygyro wrote:
Pixie Dust wrote:


Don't worry.  It's a team effort.  The only "i" in TEAM is the a-hole.  There are minions who do the heavy steering.

Rosy may have meant that even during blindness people have a capacity to see.  A sixth sense that helps steer them in a certain direction, unconsciously.  Basically like being fated and then taking the necessary steps to help them achieve that destiny without having to be aware of the logistics for the entire time.  We're guided by our mind and spirit.

There's things the spirit never forgets and we're drawn to people we've never known but always knew were out there.  We are much more than our mind.  We have a spirit telling us to remember.  

Or that's just what my bible says.    

I believe there's a lot we don't know in our restless slumber, but when we rise we begin to understand there's a grand design.  The people we've loved, the lessons we learned, the paths we've walked, and the characters we played kept us on a trajectory.  Everyone has their own trajectory and sometimes those paths keep crossing with others.  

Why?  

We are more than we think we are.

I think that part of the maladay of the human condition is that it is based upon energetic attatchment.
much of normal power is spent trying to stay in atatchment so as to remain asleep.
i propose that after years of fighting for the energetic rights of the innocent.. that we try hard to recognise that
the void when accessed as a warrior challenges those same energetic rights in ourselves.
and so the basic solution to our times is to identify the fringe awarness of normal man who is trying to engage in atatchment and expose it to the void which challenges energetic rights.
in this way we gift the problematic people with the opportunity for power and also deal their minds a blow from power.

they steer themselves to try to stay out of powers way
but as by this stage they will be on the warriors path
to steer away is to fail.

I'm going to just be honest, I'm trying, but you lost me at the part about "energetic rights".  I think you just mean *rights*.  Like the right to not be unjustly imprisoned.  The right to freedom of speech.  Etc.

You know when you push on a door and it doesnt open..
and so you pitt more strength against it and for some reason it unlocks?
the person behind it takes their foot away and it swings open and you fall through the door.

The voids a bit like that..

only there is no other person and there is no door.

so what we have is " a person" and the totality of their life and the way they pressure or victimise themselves using those around them.. door people.

VOID..

all of a sudden there bits of them jutting into the void .. where the door would be..if there was a door marked "other people".

and theres a relief that where the doors marked "other people" were being broken inwards.. are suddenly not a pressure anymore.

The void.. suddenly makes everything silent
and the existing social conditioning makes bits that jut out  to find others but theres nothing there ... just their own jutting out bit. and also innybits that expect to get messed with but arnt because there is nothing there , it is the void.

VOID.

once the void is accessed its then necissary to be re-inserted into the corporeal
and depending on the angle the corporeal can slice off the jutting out bits like a knife cuts off warts. or can flip the diode on the inny bits.



This is what happens to people who have social conditioning.

energetic rights are to cross the void and make the landing/reinsertion.. without having anybits chopped off 
or otherwise pressured by the landing corporeal.

............
so in summary..
world peace is achieved by chucking everyone into the void and while they are there making sure that the landing corporeal
is effectivly aligned to curtail any further actions based on social conditioning.

we can soften the blow by only curtailing actions that are negaitive in terms of equality..
although plenty of altruists are abominable when reinserted..
tricky like that SEE.

[Le_Regard]

So, now I'm imagining a GIANT helicopter, and either it's flying through the void, OR it is SO BIG it actually IS the void.  It's side door opens onto a black and infinite nothing.

Thousands, millions, billions of smaller helicopters, a waterfall of smaller helicopters is flowing out the side like blood.  Every drop of blood, every molecule of blood, is a helicopter, and they are all of them in a race against time to figure out helicoptering before they crash.

[Le_Regard]

I'm not entirely getting what you mean by corporeal.  Do you mean like the physical body, like the concrete object of medical science that a doctor might hypothetically cut into to remove a bullet or something?

[Le_Regard]

I'm probably wide of the mark here, but it almost sounds like accessing the void and being reinserted into the corporeal is just like, going to sleep and waking up again.

[Le_Regard]

So behold, the starry night sky.  But every star is a helicopter, and the void itself is the Mother of all helicopters, and every ray of light is a helicopter, every photon of every ray of light is a helicopter.  And that is how we get from place to place -- we get there in a helicopter.

But sometimes you launch a helicopter somewhere, and there is no there there.  Like the jarring you get in your entire body when you think there's another step on a flight of stairs and there just isn't.  The surprise, when there is nowhere for your foot to go.  These are black helicopters.  Unbalanced forces.  One way trips that just keep going, until someone shoots them down.  Jutting out forever, pointlessly.  Acorns that have failed to become oak trees.  The hard rinds left over when the seeds have rotten from within. 

This is a waste of perfectly good helicopters.  Helicopters are infinite, but they are not free.

I take you to mean that SOCIAL CONDITIONING has tricked us into sending helicopters where helicopters should not go -- at least not anymore.

But personally, I can't blame social conditioning per se.  Children are not just born knowing where to fly helicopters.  We give them a map, ordinarily.  A map of where to land helicopters.  The problem is not that we give them a map, the problem is we give them a bad map.  The map doesn't work.  The map is so bad in fact that it looks to us moderns like 99% of the Great Work is just burning our stupid maps over and over again.  But they come back, like cockroaches.  There is no sufficient poison.  All our poisons only nourish them, sooner or later. 

I can prove this, because as soon as you rise up to the void, burn your maps against the Sun, and crash back down, mapless, the first you thing you do, every time, is start making another map.  This is alchemy.  It is also sacrifice.  Everything you dissolve just comes back differently.

We will not be free until inside and outside are one, and void is emptied into void.

We are all mapmakers, by profession.  But the map is a horse.  The map is a bull that throws every rider.  The map is a dragon -- a serpent that surrounds the world, swallowing its tail, slowly, crushing us.  Like time.

And other people are real.  As real as you are.  There is no other way to explain all these helicopters.  You could not possibly have made them all yourself.

[Le_Regard]

Like a mock execution.  Like bracing yourself for the bullet that never comes.  Just a "click", and the horror of salvation.

[Le_Regard]

Bullets flying through the void, lost, like unanswered love letters.

[Le_Regard]

Trust me.  The web we weave is made of other spiders.

[Le_Regard]

Ok last thing, but I think it's an important one. As far as I can tell it's a continuum. There's no actual gap between the corporeal and the void. At least, I can't find it. There's just no point at which you're talking about the body instead of the mind or the mind instead of the body. At least, I can't find it. There's no actual line dividing the deep water and the shallow water. I've looked and looked and looked and I see no obvious crossing place between in the body and out of it.

It's the same with Self and Other too, but if you know what's good for you, pretend, because some of you are crazy.

[glance left]

There's no gap, I agree, from what I've seen.  There is a definitive interface, however, that I need to keep clear.  Being unzipped (seeing/experiencing that phenomenon) helps to underscore that point.  So keeping that frontier clear.......a clean interface that allows for being zipped and unzipped, progressively.  That, to me, is the silent embrace of the empty, potential space of the nagual while simultaneously navigating the tonal.  Opening up to it while walking along from birth to death......zipped and unzipped.

[Le_Regard]

glance left wrote:
There's no gap, I agree, from what I've seen.  There is a definitive interface, however, that I need to keep clear.  Being unzipped (seeing/experiencing that phenomenon) helps to underscore that point.  So keeping that frontier clear.......a clean interface that allows for being zipped and unzipped, progressively.  That, to me, is the silent embrace of the empty, potential space of the nagual while simultaneously navigating the tonal.  Opening up to it while walking along from birth to death......zipped and unzipped. 

Thank you for using the word no one else wanted to say.

Broadly speaking, there appears to be a thing, and people appear to get very cross with you when you call that thing something other than what they call it.  But also, for reasons no human being could ever possibly explain, it just loves to be called names.

I suspect, for just plain old intuitive reasons that I cannot explain even if I wanted to, that the zipper is not just an interface, it is also a musical instrument.