3/31/2025, continuing, #16
… the mind is looking for an answer, searching, asking, waiting, questioning. That interval is what we call thinking.
And that thinking depends on your race, on your family, the knowledge, the memory, the imprint of time, your experiences, the pain, the sorrow, the innumerable pressures and the agonies of life - that is the background; and from the background you respond. And so, the response to the challenge is always inadequate. I hope I am making myself clear. And that inadequacy to a response creates contradiction.
… the mind is looking for an answer, searching, asking, waiting, questioning. That interval is what we call thinking.
And that thinking depends on your race, on your family, the knowledge, the memory, the imprint of time, your experiences, the pain, the sorrow, the innumerable pressures and the agonies of life - that is the background; and from the background you respond. And so, the response to the challenge is always inadequate. I hope I am making myself clear. And that inadequacy to a response creates contradiction.
Aldous Huxley // "It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly... Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them...throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you...trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly...on tiptoes and no luggage...completely unencumbered."
#aldoushuxley #cecilbeaton
#aldoushuxley #cecilbeaton
David Lynch // "Inside, we are ageless...and when we talk to ourselves, it’s the same age of the person we were talking to when we were little. It’s the body that is changing around that ageless center."
#davidlynch @ben_cope
#davidlynch @ben_cope
I don’t want to kill any dragons.
I don’t want to fight demons.
Let them breathe fire elsewhere.
Let them roar down empty roads.
I’ve set my sword down.
I’d rather have tea under the tilting willow tree,
watching the wind stir its long green fingers,
listening for whatever truth the leaves remember.
I don’t want to do more damage—
not to the shadows I carry,
not to the soil I’ve scarred just by walking.
No more battles inside my chest.
No more betrayals in the name of becoming.
There’s already too much wreckage in the world—
why should I add my own smoke to it?
I want to sit.
To stay still enough that even the shyest wonders
crawl out of the cracks and speak.
Not to be heroic.
Not to be healed.
Just to be here.
And let the world tell me something true.
Let the thunder pass without my name in its mouth.
Let the storm forget me.
I have no need to raise my voice above the rain—
I’ve found shelter in the quiet.
The earth hums beneath bare feet,
a language older than war.
It tells me I am enough, even in pieces.
So I stay,
cup in hand,
watching the steam rise like prayers I no longer have to speak.
If peace is a rebellion,
then let this be mine.
— Larson Langston
Art by Ibuki Satsuki (?)
I don’t want to fight demons.
Let them breathe fire elsewhere.
Let them roar down empty roads.
I’ve set my sword down.
I’d rather have tea under the tilting willow tree,
watching the wind stir its long green fingers,
listening for whatever truth the leaves remember.
I don’t want to do more damage—
not to the shadows I carry,
not to the soil I’ve scarred just by walking.
No more battles inside my chest.
No more betrayals in the name of becoming.
There’s already too much wreckage in the world—
why should I add my own smoke to it?
I want to sit.
To stay still enough that even the shyest wonders
crawl out of the cracks and speak.
Not to be heroic.
Not to be healed.
Just to be here.
And let the world tell me something true.
Let the thunder pass without my name in its mouth.
Let the storm forget me.
I have no need to raise my voice above the rain—
I’ve found shelter in the quiet.
The earth hums beneath bare feet,
a language older than war.
It tells me I am enough, even in pieces.
So I stay,
cup in hand,
watching the steam rise like prayers I no longer have to speak.
If peace is a rebellion,
then let this be mine.
— Larson Langston
Art by Ibuki Satsuki (?)
Earth is not…
• A spinning ball hurling through endless space
• Tilted at 23.4° by chance
• Orbiting a sun 93 million miles away
• With water that clings to curves
• And planes that fly level on a globe
• With stars that shift perfectly for thousands of years while we supposedly drift through galaxies
• With governments all agreeing on one thing: Antarctica is off-limits
• With a moon that controls tides, but not lakes
• With gravity that’s strong enough to hold oceans, but weak enough to let birds fly
Earth is not chaos.
It’s not random.
It’s not meaningless.
And it is not a globe.
⸻
What it is…
is sacred.
Still.
Structured.
Observed.
Enclosed
• A spinning ball hurling through endless space
• Tilted at 23.4° by chance
• Orbiting a sun 93 million miles away
• With water that clings to curves
• And planes that fly level on a globe
• With stars that shift perfectly for thousands of years while we supposedly drift through galaxies
• With governments all agreeing on one thing: Antarctica is off-limits
• With a moon that controls tides, but not lakes
• With gravity that’s strong enough to hold oceans, but weak enough to let birds fly
Earth is not chaos.
It’s not random.
It’s not meaningless.
And it is not a globe.
⸻
What it is…
is sacred.
Still.
Structured.
Observed.
Enclosed
“The pursuit of truth is the only thing worthy of a hero.”
~ Giordano Bruno
Artist: Bruce Pennington
#PyramidConsciousness
~ Giordano Bruno
Artist: Bruce Pennington
#PyramidConsciousness
You have to decide. If it is really happening, you are really happy, it is a fact and you are not imagining it, then you are on the right track -- because there is no indication other than blissfulness.
When you feel blissful you are right, moving in exactly the way you should move.
Because bliss increases only when you are approaching closer to God, and in no other way. If you are going away from God, anguish arises. You feel more and more frustrated, more and more bored, more and more miserable. Misery is an indication that you are going astray, a natural indication that you have lost track of truth. Bliss simply says that you are falling in line with the whole. Things are becoming harmonious, the garden of the Beloved is coming closer: the air feels cooler, winds bring the fragrance of the flowers, freshness, a new thrill, a new enthusiasm. Then you are moving towards the garden of the Beloved. Maybe you cannot see yet, but the direction is right.
So trust yourself. But if you are imagining, then drop all your imagination.
If things are going so beautifully, why make a problem? Can't you accept your own insight? Do you always need a witness? Do you always need somebody else's approval?
If I am gone, you will be in a mess. When you are feeling so happy, is not that happiness enough proof that you are on the right track?
But in life you have been wrong so many times that you have lost trust in your own self.
This is one very basic thing to be understood and relearned: trust in yourself. When everything is going beautifully and you are feeling happy and blissful, forget what I am saying. Don't be worried about it. You know well that things are going well. Why create suspicion about your own experiences?
I understand that life is such that you have been found wrong so many times that you have lost your inner feel. You have lost trust in yourself. You have lost confidence, so you have to ask somebody. Even if you are feeling blissful you have to ask somebody, "Am I going right?" Bliss is the indication.
OSHO: The Beloved, Vol. 2.
Talks on the Baul Mystics
Chapter_8: I'm Just Being to You
When you feel blissful you are right, moving in exactly the way you should move.
Because bliss increases only when you are approaching closer to God, and in no other way. If you are going away from God, anguish arises. You feel more and more frustrated, more and more bored, more and more miserable. Misery is an indication that you are going astray, a natural indication that you have lost track of truth. Bliss simply says that you are falling in line with the whole. Things are becoming harmonious, the garden of the Beloved is coming closer: the air feels cooler, winds bring the fragrance of the flowers, freshness, a new thrill, a new enthusiasm. Then you are moving towards the garden of the Beloved. Maybe you cannot see yet, but the direction is right.
So trust yourself. But if you are imagining, then drop all your imagination.
If things are going so beautifully, why make a problem? Can't you accept your own insight? Do you always need a witness? Do you always need somebody else's approval?
If I am gone, you will be in a mess. When you are feeling so happy, is not that happiness enough proof that you are on the right track?
But in life you have been wrong so many times that you have lost trust in your own self.
This is one very basic thing to be understood and relearned: trust in yourself. When everything is going beautifully and you are feeling happy and blissful, forget what I am saying. Don't be worried about it. You know well that things are going well. Why create suspicion about your own experiences?
I understand that life is such that you have been found wrong so many times that you have lost your inner feel. You have lost trust in yourself. You have lost confidence, so you have to ask somebody. Even if you are feeling blissful you have to ask somebody, "Am I going right?" Bliss is the indication.
OSHO: The Beloved, Vol. 2.
Talks on the Baul Mystics
Chapter_8: I'm Just Being to You
HUMOUR WHEN AMONG THE POMPOUS SELF-CONCEITED
[I love this.]
"We are certainly not toying with serious matters if we attempt to bring some humor into what is serious; in some circles that deem themselves mystical, every frivolity that assumes the caricatured mask of “spiritual depth” is considered serious, displaying itself in gestures of physical nobility and with tragically elongated faces that merely represent burlesque somersaults of spiritual life to one who really knows life. Whoever wants to be truly serious in the face of seriousness must be able to laugh about the ridiculous when the ridiculous deems itself serious. Whoever can find no humor in the humorous is also unable to be serious in the true sense when confronting what is serious. Especially where knowledge of the spirit is sought after, laughter must also be possible about the absurdities of certain “spirit seekers.” Otherwise they will make what is serious into something ridiculous among those who laugh because their laughing muscles begin to move whenever they don't understand something; or they will enrage those people who fly into a rage when they encounter something they have never “seen or heard before”."
–– Rudolf Steiner in his introduction to the eurythmy performance "Twelve Moods" 12 August 1915 (GA40)
[I love this.]
"We are certainly not toying with serious matters if we attempt to bring some humor into what is serious; in some circles that deem themselves mystical, every frivolity that assumes the caricatured mask of “spiritual depth” is considered serious, displaying itself in gestures of physical nobility and with tragically elongated faces that merely represent burlesque somersaults of spiritual life to one who really knows life. Whoever wants to be truly serious in the face of seriousness must be able to laugh about the ridiculous when the ridiculous deems itself serious. Whoever can find no humor in the humorous is also unable to be serious in the true sense when confronting what is serious. Especially where knowledge of the spirit is sought after, laughter must also be possible about the absurdities of certain “spirit seekers.” Otherwise they will make what is serious into something ridiculous among those who laugh because their laughing muscles begin to move whenever they don't understand something; or they will enrage those people who fly into a rage when they encounter something they have never “seen or heard before”."
–– Rudolf Steiner in his introduction to the eurythmy performance "Twelve Moods" 12 August 1915 (GA40)