thoughtoftheday

Life is not a problem to be solved, nor a question to be answered. Life is a mystery to be experienced. You didn't come into this world. You came out of it, like a wave from the ocean. You are not a stranger here. It is only when there is no goal and no rush that the human senses are fully open to receive the world.

You're not something that's a result of the big bang. You're not something that is a sort of puppet on the end of the process. You are still the process. You are the big bang, the original force of the universe...know that you are God is another way of saying that you feel completely with this universe. You feel profoundly rooted in it and connected with it. You feel, in other words, that the whole energy, which expresses itself in the galaxies, is intimate. It is not something to which you are a stranger, but it is that with which you, whatever it is, are intimately bound up. That in your seeing, your hearing, your talking, your thinking, your moving, you express that which it is that moves the sun and other stars.

If you awaken from this illusion, and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death - or shall I say, death implies life - you can conceive yourself. Not conceive, but feel yourself, not as a stranger in the world, not as someone here on sufferance, on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental. What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.

#MightyTogether

The great Alan Watts once said; ‘Have you ever stopped and pondered that everything you are thinking about and your thoughts are actually somebody else’s? Based on the ideas of others that have thrust their labels, numerology and regimes into our lives? The language we use. The illusion of time.’

Is there anything you can do that is truly exclusive? What is an original thought that you can have? Is it possible to have one? How do we know that the way we should be thinking is irrational? Because it’s different from the next person? Because someone who has regurgitate a text book in an exam, is now an expert on what you are experiencing with your own thoughts? We are bound by our language to speak our minds. #DistractMe #MightyTogether

A mind that is single and sincere is not interested in being good, in conducting relations with other people so as to live up to a rule. Nor, on the other hand, is it interested in being free, in acting perversely just to prove its independence. Its interest is not in itself, but in the people and problems of which it is aware; these are ‘itself.’ It acts, not according to the rules, but according to the circumstances of the moment, and the ‘well’ it wishes to others is not security but liberty.
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So true #thoughtoftheday

It’s like you took a bottle of ink and you threw it at a wall. Smash! And all that ink spread. And in the middle, it’s dense, isn’t it? And as it gets out on the edge, the little droplets get finer and finer and make more complicated patterns, see? So in the same way, there was a big bang at the beginning of things and it spread. And you and I, sitting here in this room, as complicated human beings, are way, way out on the fringe of that bang. We are the complicated little patterns on the end of it. Very interesting. But so we define ourselves as being only that. If you think that you are only inside your skin, you define yourself as one very complicated little curlique, way out on the edge of that explosion. Way out in space, and way out in time. Billions of years ago, you were a big bang, but now you’re a complicated human being. And then we cut ourselves off, and don’t feel that we’re still the big bang. But you are. Depends how you define yourself. You are actually–if this is the way things started, if there was a big bang in the beginning– you’re not something that’s a result of the big bang. You’re not something that is a sort of puppet on the end of the process. You are still the process. You are the big bang, the original force of the universe, coming on as whoever you are. When I meet you, I see not just what you define yourself as–Mr so-and- so, Ms so-and-so, Mrs so-and-so–I see every one of you as the primordial energy of the universe coming on at me in this particular way. I know I’m that, too. But we’ve learned to define ourselves as separate from it. And people get all fouled up because they want the world to have meaning as if it were words… As if you had a meaning, as if you were a mere word, as if you were something that could be looked up in a dictionary. You are meaning.

Have you ever pondered the notion that the lunatics are actually running the asylum? The asylum being the metaphorical World that we are living in. The division an segregation of countries is echoed by each of the different wards in this vast hospital spread across the grounds of Planet Earth? Admission to the asylum is simply granted by the act of expression. Uniqueness approved by the judgement of the regularity it’s observed. Cared for by the Doctors and their party of staff. The Parliamentary Heads of State. Heads of Mental States in this case. Fed a concoction of prescription medication and stigmatised for the privilege. Maybe we’re the normal ones. Does reality exist? What is reality? Are you living your life in your reality? If you’re medicated then you’re not going to be living in your reality. Have you ever stopped and thought about that? #Thoughtfortheday #DistractMe #BipolarDisorder

Midnight thoughts. The helm with it travel to Germany-France-Italy-Romania and finally Japan for the sushi. #Japan #AnxietyAttack