Who is the observer?

Is there a “me”? Old questions. Who is the observer? Who is watching the mind?

A man possessed strong focus in meditation. He saw a slow-moving orb which appears between his vision and the real world. He was skilled in sending the orb to read the minds of others. “I was proud of my meditaional skills” he said, until one day.. he finally noticed that the orb had manifestations, movements and lifespans of its own. It was not him. “There are no phenomena I can call me”.

The Blinds of Impermanence, Suffering & Non-self

– Energy cannot remain in one state. It must be spent.

– Stress and dissatisfaction arise – having to change postures a million times a day due to discomfort. Correcting one physical discomfort at a time.. endlessly. And the mental concoctions that follow.

– Experiencing dependent concoction of rising and falling, none can ever call their own.

Imagine an existence without a construct. Seeing, hearing, smelling, feeling nothing. Not even a blank screen. There is nothing to observe.. until data is fed to eye, ear, nose, tongue, touch , thought, memory & emotion. These data & their contents are not up to us. Once contact is made with the senses, curiosity, questions and all of our next thoughts & emotions are unknown to us. How curious, how smart, how many questions or answers arise aren’t up to us either. It’s the predestined spin of the slot machine. The next moments don’t belong to anyone. A once ‘very smart’ being can be suppressed down to a numb-vegetative state and stare blankly at any data without reaction. We’re not in control of our suppressions and limitations. Somethings maybe in control, but they too will be attempting to contain the continuous flux of chaos and will find the next moments aren’t up to them either. This mirrored effect is known as an ‘endless fractal-lock’.

So is there a SELF in these creations and collapses? Some of us view existence as simulations with three components. The hardware that is the body, the software that is the mind or the soul. Both combine to create a false self, and then there is the USER that is the true self. Other schools believe the USER does not exist at all. No one is observing the mind. The mind is watching itself.

Here is an equation that cannot be ignored: If the USER does not exist, one should despise Nefarious Universe and nothing we do matters. However, every prophet including the Buddha treated their disciples like pottery clay. There is always love. Every answer delivered with great skill, respect and care. Their intentions are purely to help, because there is someone there to help. The answer to whether the USER is real may be “it doesn’t matter”. The practice is still the same. The wise teacher needs to have one foot in Nefarious Universe and practice love.

Final Frontier

The last place we ever look is the last book we’d ever read.
Cos “I” is the last thing we’d ever love & forgive.

Samsara

Samsara.. a word in Pali, translated “The Vicious Cycle”.

One Equation that intertwines every vicious cycle is Change. The cunningly malignant byproduct of energy spent. Creations vs Collapses forever. And energy MUST be spent. If everything has a job.. its job is to consistently change something else then see itself forever changing. When a big gear turns, what would happen to every other little gears connected? Change is welcomed and feared but greatly unnoticed.

No birth, no living, no growth, no aging, no perception, no memory nor emotion remain in one state long. No health, wealth nor sickness remain consistent. Environmental constructs, formations, CONTROLS, governances, transitions & deaths are all in fluid dynamics.. with or without an observer’s presence. I change, you change, desires, hopes, dreams, goals and plans will change. Eras, relationships & controls change. EVERYTHING CHANGES. Far worse than the “i scream, you scream, everybody screams” song.. there’d be endless joy, pain, laughter, pleasure followed by oceans of tears.

To combat endless Change, we laugh, we cry, linger on the past, cheer, go insane -or- take actions like someone with an itchy brain scratching their bum. In spirituality, one views Change as growths, evolutions, blessings in disguise, Soul Age and ultimately Life Experiences. NOT SO.. not if our memories are also a part of this fluid dynamics and we don’t remember how many times we have evolved or how many times we’ve come THIS FAR. Thanks to the algorithms of Change.

In a healthy body, 70 billion of our body cells die every 24hrs while new ones are created to replace them. In sickness, there’d be extermination events of cells. Change appears in every scale of existence.

Twisted but true.. as you read this, there’ll be changes in your perceptions. Drawing on old equations, forming new ones.. though they won’t last long after the next few distractions. Our half-baked equations are lost in the tiniest blips of moments. We’ll be caught up in the next emotions, cheers, fears, songs of losses and attachments to self or loved ones.. and soon we will re-accept Change as the new norm. This is known as “The Forgetting”. Another supreme malignant force to be reckoned with. How did I come to loose several equations one morning? That’s how.

These RESETS happen so immediately that even the most fundamental questions of existence are overlooked. “Who am i?”, “What am i?”, “Why am i here?”, “Did i ask for these changes?”, “”How much control do I really possess?” Living, dying & living again is guaranteed. Existence is guaranteed. Deathlessness is guaranteed. These patterns appear everywhere in Superverse. All will be thrown into the next moment whether one agrees with this plan to or not.

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Religion

“Religions” are simply doors leading to spirituality. You don’t walk through doors and carry them with you unless you’re mad. Spiritual practitioners who have gone beyond religions can sit together in harmony.

Religions are built on story lines with characters playing out methods of humbleness, sometimes in defiance of tyranny, several miracles defying laws of old physics.. all leading to mental freedom from fear of *Nature*.

Prophets and fathers of religions are non-regurgitators of answers. A prophet would know a person years before she walk through his front door, formulated a one-line answer tailored to suit that specific individual.. answers not formulated for anybody else. There are no two answers the same. Prophets never write. They are masters at delivering to every point-of-view. They get their heads around every viewpoint. They don’t hand bananas to angels nor Universes to monkeys.

Men possess opposing views, hence opposing answers later contradict when they are compared. Conflicts of beliefs are never about religion, rather the lack of wisdom in people. In the perfect now.. it isn’t a problem at all really.

*Nature*
Lightning, thunder, fire, storm and flood, birth, old age, sickness and death.. are all categories of Nature. Along with house on fire, children not doing what they’re told, husband cheating on wives, getting fired from work, etc.. plus every other phenomenon in Universes and Superverse.

The Dream

This was an early morning dream, recorded at 4:30am. It is said that ‘dreams’ between 3am – 5am are of angelic times. These dreams are mostly thoughts and emotions in pictorial forms, often little to no dialogue, and if remembered vividly.. are left to open interpretations and careful deciphering.

Open terrain desert, bright rays of morning sun shone on the two armies camped side-by-side. A group of Mongolian men striding in an arrow-head formation, destined for their neighboring camp. I was the third man to the right of our leader, Genghis Khan who walked in the middle and furthest in front. There were about 9 of us. Behind, our most prideful farm hands with their grains and enormous cows. These animals were bigger than our horses. And they were gifts.. to our allies in the war. Still within the boundaries of our camp, faces of Mongols passed me by.. solders, weapon makers, weavers, farmers and cooks. I would not recognize any of these characters today, but in this dream they seemed absolutely familiar.

Coming up to a large blue-purple tent with maroon veil at the center of our neighboring camp. A horn announcement of our arrival was made, a man appeared as the veils parted. He had the tired-eyes of war, hard-angled eyebrows of a strategist leader and dressed in full Turkic armor. Greetings and salutation took place as the two leaders talked. I took a few wide steps to the right still in a watchful position, but with more interest in browsing the weapons outside the camp. “They used curved swords like ours, though less of an arc.” I thought. There were long spears on a table and no shields in sight. “Good. I don’t respect warriors with shields.” I said. Suddenly, it snowed.

I felt the cold flakes landed on my right hand. These were bright white snow falling down in the middle of the desert. Then I heard music coming from the Turkic general’s tent. Its rhythms and rhymes were not of this world. No man-made instruments could produce such atmospheric of lightning and thunder and the singing of higher beings. I knew this song. The tent’s veil parted again and a female-shaped appeared. She wore a fashionable multi-colored head scarf, her body covered in immaculate red dress with vertical gold stripes and flower-decor, royal gold cuffs, big red collar raised far above her neck line, red ‘X’ corset braces running from chest to stomach with gold flower pattern along their vertical sides, three Turkic emblems sitting horizontally below the corset line with a double pearl laces linking them. She had a creamy-transparent veil hovering lower portions of her face, beautiful almond eyes with straight to gentle-arch eyebrows. Her hands lifting her dress as she walked towards my general direction. She stopped to have a conversation with a bannerman, and while speaking with him, she turned my way.. and saw me.

The look on her face changed. I saw a big smile underneath that semi-transparent veil covering her nose and mouth. Her whole being began to glow, omitting inner light as she removed the veil showing her already great big smiley. “She knows me?” I thought. “Do I know her? How? When did I.. Wait… Yes Hahhaa!!” I laughed out loud, tears of joy as she raced towards me like a child.. her hands yanking up her dress as she ran. [I woke up.]

I woke up totally confused. Looked at the clock and it was around 4:30am. No time to reflect, back to sleep.

Morning dreams are funny creatures. They mostly dissipate once you finally wake up, not this one though. Its vividity was in tact. I reflected on it during breakfast.

This was a recognition of an old friend from heaven. As in “There you are finally! What took you so long to get here!”

 

An opposite force to this..

According to several Creation texts outlining the “Twin-Evercycle” of Universes. There is an opposite force to the Degradation Arc, called “Evolution Cycle”. The list below will probably sounds like a joke. But to me, the term “Evolution” we keep hearing in our lifetime doesn’t make sense. We seem to be confusing evolution with survival adaptation.

Here’s that list of insanity:

• Every Evolution Cycle begins at the end of Degradation one. Right after the great human wipeout, when population is reduced to less than 5% of current. Survivors of said destruction who avoided the war and hid in the mountains amongst the chaos now ashamed of the carnage witnessed. Like roaches, they have become extremely short, require very little water to live, tough as hell and although with a less than half current lifespan, and limited brain capacity. They knew what had to be done:
• Sentient life immediately ceases killing, lying, theft, cheating & addiction to substances.. bringing an end to every conflict.
• ‎Lifespan increases by 1 year-old every 100 years.
• Life’s adaptation to nature gradually comes to an end. In its place, nature provides the living; rice seeds become larger without hull, other plants no longer require outer hulls for protection, foods no longer need to be processed prior to consumption.
• Animals become more aware of their trapped forms and in turn… no long be reborn as animals
• Evolution of Hair.. ZERO.
• Sex perceived as pure evil and dealt with to the extreme.
• Discontinued consumption of physical food leads to elimination of waste exits and eventually sexual organs
• Brain waves in constant Beta and Alpha
• Heaven draws closer until adjacent to Earth
• Growing taller, living even longer, lifespans matching those of low heaven.
• Bodies emerge as more refined, no longer made of physical particles.
• ‎Emitting light from within.
• Evil too shameful to exist. One negative thought and everyone stares. More negativity and the individual’s inner light dims. One can traverse the vast galaxy in attempt to evade but won’t escape their gazes. Good is GOOD and isn’t unconditional love.
• Experience absolute Timelessness.
• Born of flowers, lightning, Earth, fire and other elements
• Worship a life-spark entity called “Motherverse”. Yes God is female
• But are neither religious nor spiritual due to complete lack of suffering
• ‎The end of the cycle sees sentient’s lifespan at over 800,000 existing in pure energy. An era of absolute boredom. Negativity and conflicts eventually ensues, those with physical bodies will be born on the 4th planet from the sun.

In one of the ‘Creation Texts’ a character said to another whose inner-light became dimmed through her negative actions “Any more like you, the stars, the Moon and Sun will reappear. You want us back to counting day, month and year?”

According to Buddhist text: One person becomes a Buddha but the teaching reaches no one.

 

Cut any chain to win

 

Practice any which way you like…

As long as it cuts at least one of these.

Texts

The greatest teachers, such as Buddha, Jesus, Mohammad, etc.. never wrote anything down.

Why?

Because they never answered questions. Only persons.

Never took an answer for rocket scientist and gave it to a farmer.
Nor for a farmer and gave it to a brain surgeon.

They realize capacities of their audiences.

The recording of the master answering Mr. Harry Machine Gun Juliana back in 502BC wasn’t meant for anyone else, but Harry Machine Gun Juliana.

Not for me, you or anyone else.

 

 

War..

There’s a War.. on compassion and understanding.
It’s real! I used to see it everyday.
Luckily I don’t fight that war anymore.

Heart of the matter

“Lord Buddha sir, I wish to disrobe from Bhikkhu life” said one practitioner sitting in front of the Buddha, disappointments dulling his speech and motion. Standing beside him was Sariputta who had brought him to see the Lord of Sages.

“Why would you do that?” Asked the Exalted One.

“The rules that Venerable Maha Kassapa laid out to me induced more suffering now than in my lay life sir.” Replied the Bhikkhu.

“Well for you Bhikkhu…” Said the Buddha. “You can keep just one rule. Can you do that?”

“Yes of course I can my Lord” the Bhikkhu answered cheerfully, his emotions instantly uplifted.

“Keep your mind pure.”

Within a few days the Bhikkhu had attained Arahantship.

Buddhism is beyond interpretation. For Buddha wasn’t God, rather he who was free from all hatred and judgments beyond them all. Keeping the mind pure is hard. Hardest in fact, than all of Bhikkhu’s precepts put together.

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Mountain v.s. Hair

Morning meditation.. hearing a voice saying “ego is just a few strands of hair blocking an entire mountain.”

Very Lucky!

Imagine little onion and coriander, chopped chilli topped with soy and lime. “Yuuummm”. Winner of all time taste fest. Very lucky it went into my mouth.

Middle Pee

Very sick… Whoohoo! Something new for my immune system to work out. Drinking pee to help it.