Right now, no one seems to be talking about it, but there is a pandemic of suicides due to this world-wide crisis/planetary evolution.
Suicides are sky rocketing. I will be researching and doing new posts in the future about this vital topic to our times currently.
Suffering in silence with no where to turn; job losses, mental health explosions, breakdowns, fear, depression, anxiety, you name it… Humanity needs our help.
- 1. Uncertainty about what is happening, intended, or required.
- 2. The state of being bewildered or unclear in one’s mind about something.
Baffled and confused, used and abused for different ends. Confusion envelops me into a dust of haze and smog. It is fuzzy out here and I cannot see where I or the future of this planet is headed. Which way to turn? What thought to think? What to belief anymore? What is this baffled brain of mine but a fart in cosmic time.
“Q: Can you say how one can become more artuculate in expressing feelings to help other people?
TRY occasionally to still yourself for a while, to withdraw from all the jangling discord of your world into the silence of your own soul. When you are quiet, passive, receptive, we can come very close for you, for your silence is our opportunity. If you are never still, you set up such a rush of vibrations that they bar the passage and make it almost impossible for us to get close to you.” – The Silver Birch Book Of Questions & Answers
“Our school systems are all nonsynergetic. We take the whole child and fractionate the scope of his or her comprehending coordination by putting the children in elementary schools — to become preoccupied with elements or isolated facts only. Thereafter we force them to choose some specialization, forcing them to forget the whole. We may well ask how it happened that the entire scheme of advanced education is devoted exclusively to ever narrower specialization. We find that the historical beginnings of schools and tutoring were established, and economically supported by illiterate and vastly ambitious warlords who required a wide variety of brain slaves with which to logistically and ballistically overwhelm those who opposed their expansion of physical conquest. They also simultaneously DIVIDED and CONQUERED any and all “bright ones” who might otherwise rise within their realms to threaten their supremacy. The warlord vitiated their threat by making them all specialists and reserving to himself exclusively the right to think about and act comprehensively. The warlord made all those about him differentiators and reserved the function of integration to himself.” – Buckminster Fuller, Presentation to U.S. Congressional Sub-Committee (1969)
“One enlightenment experience rarely gets rid of the ego completely.
Here’s how to understand why:
No doubt you’ve heard of the metaphor likening the ego to a droplet of water separated from the ocean, until it finally merges back in. But this makes the process sound deceptively simple. When we look at how water droplets ACTUALLY work, we see the truth of the matter.
Watch closely. Think of each bounce as another enlightenment experience.”
“So… I got to the bottom of reality.
Only to discover there’s nothing there.
But what a trip it was!
A trip so deep, you never quite come back.
Let me tell you…
Everything is made out of itself.
Like a cat unraveling a yarn that ends up unraveling the cat.
A churning singularity, with no beginning or end.
Everything points to itself. Trying to explain itself to itself through itself, slipping, slipping through itself.
Beyond physicality, beyond the universe, beyond death, beyond awareness, beyond existence & non-existence.
Too insane to care about insanity.
Down, down, down.
Into a dimension unknown.
Like a bottomless floor falling through a bottomless floor.
Into a writhing, bottomless void, denser than the center of a thousand suns.
Into the heart of an infinite-headed hydra.
An infinite-dimensional fractal.
A runaway chain reaction. An infinite positive feedback loop. Drunk with infinite power. Unstoppable!
OH! MY! GOD!
Infinite universes spawned every nanosecond.
Infinite universes inside every universe.
Infinity flipping itself inside-out inside itself. For eternity.
The Holiest of all Holies.
So empty it MUST be full. So full it MUST be empty.
Absolutely relative. Forever unable to define itself to itself because it is itself.
It is what it ain’t.
A cosmic circle jerk. So incestuous! Making love to itself for eternity. An infinite orgy.
An infinite human centipede.
A trillion orphans dying hungry on the streets? It’s all GOOD!
Too good to be true. And yet it is!
Alive and creative as a motherfucker.
So utterly meaningless it collapses and supernovas into infinite meaning.
The mindfuck to end all mindfucks because it out-fucks them all.
Everything is nothing. Nondual. No Self. The SELF. ONE.
I am Allah, YHWH, Buddha, Christ, Shiva, Krishna, Shakti, Maya, Brahman, Rama, Ein Sof. The Alpha and the Omega.
Not consciousness, not awareness. BEING. Nameless, unnameable BEING.
All beings are ONE. Immortal. Untouchable.
Nothing to fear.
Reality is an infinite strange-loop. Death by delicious circularity.
Like looking into a microscope and seeing the back of your head.
An infinite hallucination machine, hallucinating its own machinery.
Software so powerful it’s virtualizing its own hardware.
Absolutely inevitable. More inevitable than a mathematical proof.
The ultimate hero’s journey, without a hero.
Heartbreakingly beautiful. Soberingly beautiful. Too beautiful for tears.
SUBLIME. DIVINE. FLAWLESS. INEFFABLE. STUNNING. IMPOSSIBLE. A perfect miracle.
ENORMOUS beyond all measures of enormity.
The only thing there is, yet the one thing that cannot be pointed to.
Everything is understood. INFINITE UNDERSTANDING. The circle is complete.
But no one will ever understand!
As it must be.
You want the Truth? You can’t handle the Truth.”
“If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper [assumes you’re reading this in a book]. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow, and without trees we cannot make paper. The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. If the cloud is not here, the sheet of paper cannot be here either…
If we look into this sheet of paper even more deeply, we can see the sunshine in it. If the sunshine is not there, nothing can grow. In fact, nothing can grow. Even we cannot grow without sunshine. And so, we know that the sunshine is also in this sheet of paper. The paper and the sunshine inter-are. And if we continue to look, we can see the logger who cut the tree and brought it to the mill to be transformed into paper. And we see the wheat. We know that the logger cannot exist without his daily bread, and therefore the wheat that became his bread is also in this sheet of paper. And the logger’s father and mother are in it too…
You cannot point out one thing that is not here — time, space, the earth, the rain, the minerals in the soil, the sunshine, the cloud, the river, the heat. Everything co-exists with this sheet of paper… As thin as this sheet of paper is, it contains everything in the universe in it.”
— Thich Nhat Hanh, The Heart of Understanding
Reality is an infinitely interconnected web of differences, where each “node” exerts a force on infinitely many other nodes, and so on, ad infinitum. There is no central node, such that the web is perfectly decentralized. Such that you cannot even say that the web exists, because “existence” is just one more node in the web. Such that “the web” is one more node in the web.
Which is why you can’t grasp it with mind. The only way to grasp it is to become the whole thing.”
I feel paralysis between the split of one decision amongst the rest.
“Who arbitrates what is weird and what is “normal”?
Does a cuttlefish think to itself, “Geeee… I’m so weird”?
Remember this lesson next time you think reality can’t possibly be some way because “that would just be too weird”. Too weird? For who? For you? And why should reality be limited to some hairless chimp’s notions of weirdness? Maybe reality’s just so damn vast you haven’t encountered even 0.0000000001% of it yet.
Notice that “normal” simply means: those experiences which you’ve had so many of that now you’re bored of them.
Everything about reality is weird. It’s just a question of how much you take it for granted.”