posted November 15, 2010 06:31 AM         

Day by day, the anthropological construct called humanity digs itself a deeper hole filled with the filth of their collective abomination and yet there seems to be no end. Billions of dollars are being pumped into war while the workers break under the weight of mortgages; oil corporations and weapons dealers swim in their amassed wealth while innocent children are blown apart by shrapnel from the most specific weapons, designed to massacre entire cities; millions die in hunger and poverty and the child soldiers of Africa are brain-washed to handle AK-47s while liberals espouse the glories of capitalism; snakes and other reptiles are skinned alive to shod a NY fashionista while the workers who make these goods in a sweat shop are exploited in inhuman conditions and subjected to bonded labour; several species of plants and animals disappear every day as the rainforests are cleared to provide farmland for the burgeoning population; the exploits of a wh0re becomes reality TV while pedophiles ravage a child's innocence behind a church's doors; greedy industrialists rape and plunder a developing nation's resources and push the indigenous further down the poverty line; faulty vaccines kill the children they were supposed to protect and big pharma just hires a slew of lawyers to drag on for decades by which time the parents would either be dead or bankrupt; animals get skinned alive to make fur-coats and the world does not bat an eyelash...

Why does this exist? All this pain, all this sadness, it burns my very substance to cinders...

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अस्तो मा सद् गमय |
तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय |
मृत्योन् मा अमृतं गमय् ||
ॐ शांति शांति शांति

posted November 15, 2010 08:51 AM         

Love love love

posted November 15, 2010 07:58 PM         

Richard: “Don, I will grant you that this life can be interesting or dull or whatever we choose to make it. But even in my brilliant times I have never been able to figure out why we’re here in the first place. Tell me something about that.”
Don: “[We just saw] a good movie, but the world’s best movie is still an illusion, is it not? The pictures aren’t even moving; they only appear to move. Changing light that seems to move across a flat screen set up in the dark?”
Richard: “And a movie is like a lifetime, Don, is that right?”
Don: “Yes.”
Richard: “Then why would anybody choose a bad lifetime, a horror movie?”
Don: “They not only come to the horror movie for fun, they know it’s going to be a horror movie when they walk in.”
Richard: “But why?”
Don: “Do you like horror films?”
Richard: “No.”
Don: “But some people spend a lot of money and time to see horror, or soap-opera problems that to other people are dull and boring?... “ He left the question for me to answer.
Richard: “Yes.”
Don: “You don’t have to see their films and they don’t have to see yours. That is called ‘freedom.’”
Richard: “But why would anybody want to be horrified? Or bored?”
Don: “ Because they think they deserve it for horrifying somebody else, or they like the excitement of horrification, or that boring is the way they think films have to be. Can you believe that lots of people for reasons that are very sound to them enjoy believing that they are helpless in their own films? No, you can’t.”
Richard: “No, I can’t.”
Don: “Until you understand that, you will wonder why some people are unhappy. They are unhappy because they have chosen to be unhappy, and, Richard, that is all right!”
Richard: “Hm.”
Don: “We are game-playing, fun-having creatures, we are the otters of the universe. We cannot die, we cannot hurt ourselves any more than illusions on the screen can be hurt. But we can believe we’re hurt, in whatever agonizing detail we want. We can believe we’re victims, killed and killing, shuddered around by good luck and bad luck.”
Richard: “Many lifetimes?”
Don: “How many movies have you seen?”
Richard: “Oh.”
Don: “Films about living on this planet, about living on other planets; anything that’s got space and time is all movie and all illusion. But for awhile we can learn a huge amount and have a lot of fun with our illusions, can we not?”
Richard: “How far do you take this movie thing, Don?”
Don: “ How far do you want? You saw the film tonight partly because I wanted to see it. Lots of people choose lifetimes because they enjoy doing things together. The actors in the film tonight have played together in other films – before or after depends on which film you’ve seen first, or you can see them at the same time on different screens. We buy tickets to these films, paying admission by agreeing to believe in the reality of space and the reality of time…. Neither one is true, but anyone who doesn’t want to pay that price cannot appear on this planet, or in any space-time system at all.”
Richard: “Are there some people who don’t have any lifetimes at all in space-time?”
Don: “Are there some people who never go to movies?”
Richard: “I see. They get their learning in different ways?”
Don: “Right you are,” he said, pleased with me. “Space-time is a fairly primitive school. But a lot of people stay with the illusion even if it is boring, and they don’t want the lights turned on early.”
Richard: “Who writes these movies, Don?”
Don: “Isn’t it strange how much we know if only we ask ourselves instead of somebody else? Who writes these movies, Richard?”
Richard: “We do.”
Don: “Who acts?”
Richard: “Us.”
Don: “Who’s the cameraman, the projectionist, the theater manager, the ticket-taker, the distributor, and who watches them all happen? Who is free to walk out in the middle, any time, change the plot whenever, who is free to see the same film over and over again?”
Richard: “Let me guess, anybody who wants to?”
Don: “Is that enough freedom for you?”
Richard: “And is that why movies are so popular? That we instinctively know they are a parallel of our own lifetimes?”
Don:” You can hold a reel of film in your hands, and it’s all finished and complete – beginning, middle, end are all there that same second, the same millionths of a second. The film exists beyond the time that it records, and if you know what the movie is, you know generally what’s going to happen before you walk into the theater: there’s going to be battles and excitement, winners and losers, romance, disaster; you know that’s all going to be there. But in order to get caught up and swept away in it, in order to enjoy it to its most, you have to put it in a projector and let it go through the lens minute by minute….. any illusion requires space and time to be experienced. So you pay your nickel and you get your ticket and you settle down and forget what’s going on outside the theater and the movie begins for you.”
Richard: “And nobody’s really hurt? That’s just tomato-sauce blood?”
Don: “No, it’s blood all right. But it might as well be tomato sauce for the effect it has on our real life…..”
Richard: “And reality?”
Don: “Reality is divinely indifferent, Richard….. The [Infinite Radiant] Is doesn’t even know about our illusions and games. It only knows Itself, and us in its likeness, perfect and finished.”

Imagine the universe beautiful and just and perfect,
Then be sure of one thing: the Is has imagined it quite a bit better than you have.

There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands.
You seek problems because you need their gifts.