"Choose a thought, then think it".
Seems easy, right?
Q: OK, pick a thought, and think it.
A: "I choose the word 'bear'.
Q: You chose the word "I?"
A: No, bear!
Q: You supposedly chose the word "bear", but the first thought out of your mouth was "I".
In fact, the thought that was "chosen" (in a sense) was "I" -- it's the imaginary self, and is emotive, because it's divided in two.
One half of it is the "I", and it represents what goes out, what one wants to GIVE to others, whatever that may be. It is the "out-going" direction, in the separate self's false directional/oppositional duality.
The other half, "me", and is addressed by people. It represents what wants to get from others, whatever that may be. It is the "in-coming" direction, in the separate self's false directional/oppositional duality.
The "me" is what has got to go, in order to clear up the whole equation. Poor thing
.
The self has got to die for mankind's sins.
Die for all those arrogant, judgmental, egoic arseholes out there -- because they are never going to 'fess up, ever ;-). They're all waiting for that self to 'fess up.
Everyone's waiting for everyone else to confess their sins and admit their
wrongs, and no one can understand why the human race is so judgmental, arrogant, self-righteous, problematic, etc.
It's because the one waiting for the confessions is the guilty party, as
innocent as it is. Its death is terribly sad, but it has to happen.
The emotive one (well, OK, the one just wanting to be loved and accepted) is the one that dies (and with it goes the angry one).
As it dies, its loneliness, isolation and sense of abandonment curiously lessen, and the desire to tell people off starts to diminish as well.
One starts to simultanously just not care that it isn't being loved and given attention, and not give a damn that it isn't feeling angry and abused either.
At some point, it dawns that there is absolutely nothing wrong with not needing others.
You don't give a damn if you ever see one again or not.
But it's still fun to hang around them. In fact, it's fun for the first time ever. You can take or leave them, and they can (for the most part) take care of themselves, and do what they like.
Because you finally can, for the first time ever.
Peace...
Seems easy, right?
Q: OK, pick a thought, and think it.
A: "I choose the word 'bear'.
Q: You chose the word "I?"
A: No, bear!
Q: You supposedly chose the word "bear", but the first thought out of your mouth was "I".
In fact, the thought that was "chosen" (in a sense) was "I" -- it's the imaginary self, and is emotive, because it's divided in two.
One half of it is the "I", and it represents what goes out, what one wants to GIVE to others, whatever that may be. It is the "out-going" direction, in the separate self's false directional/oppositional duality.
The other half, "me", and is addressed by people. It represents what wants to get from others, whatever that may be. It is the "in-coming" direction, in the separate self's false directional/oppositional duality.
The "me" is what has got to go, in order to clear up the whole equation. Poor thing
.The self has got to die for mankind's sins.
Die for all those arrogant, judgmental, egoic arseholes out there -- because they are never going to 'fess up, ever ;-). They're all waiting for that self to 'fess up.
Everyone's waiting for everyone else to confess their sins and admit their
wrongs, and no one can understand why the human race is so judgmental, arrogant, self-righteous, problematic, etc.
It's because the one waiting for the confessions is the guilty party, as
innocent as it is. Its death is terribly sad, but it has to happen.
The emotive one (well, OK, the one just wanting to be loved and accepted) is the one that dies (and with it goes the angry one).
As it dies, its loneliness, isolation and sense of abandonment curiously lessen, and the desire to tell people off starts to diminish as well.
One starts to simultanously just not care that it isn't being loved and given attention, and not give a damn that it isn't feeling angry and abused either.
At some point, it dawns that there is absolutely nothing wrong with not needing others.
You don't give a damn if you ever see one again or not.
But it's still fun to hang around them. In fact, it's fun for the first time ever. You can take or leave them, and they can (for the most part) take care of themselves, and do what they like.
Because you finally can, for the first time ever.
Peace...