Mindvomit #1

I have always tried to avoid being labeled, but lately I have tried to find meaning in who I am, what I am, my place in this world. Seeking the one thing I have skirted my entire life. Am I a messenger? An enlightened? An intellect? A crazy? All of these sharing characteristics of my true self, but always falling short. Why do I need one word to define who I am? I am focusing on the wrong thing, looking in the wrong direction for something that ultimately does not matter. I love unconditionally, I care for all people, I forgive no matter the wrong, I try to be open and learn all that I can. These are the things that I do and share with others. Words have always let me down when defining my emotions and feelings about myself and experiences to others. Even now, they fail me. Instead I should focus on what I need to do to, how to accomplish these things: Always moving forward, always learning from my mistakes, always improving, always asking questions. This is the cycle I must repeat to achieve my goal to uncover the most fundamental meaning of Self.



Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 05/13/2012 05:49PM by The_Butcher.

pieceofnothing posted:

"Am I a messenger? An enlightened? An intellect? A crazy?"

Everything except that last one.

Shit, I'm all of them! If I am not, most everyone else is and what are the odds of that?

T_B keep your head up and you'll be all good. I think, honestly, everyone askes these questions of themselves at some point in life. Some figure it out and some never do. With all that I am, I hope you are the former and not the later. *hugs

Mindvomit #2


Wounded so deeply, for an instant, my vision was askew. I lost sight of what I am, who is guiding me and the person firmly standing next to my thoughts and decisions, and my sole existence of finding my purpose.

You commented that you were afraid anything you brought to light on a soul would deem you the antichrist. A comment I took literal at first, frightened and desperate to find a meaning. Hopeless at first... Sometimes it takes an explosion to clear everything away to been seen for what it really is.

You ARE an antichrist, but not in the way you anticipate or seemingly hope to be. You are a false prophet, spreading your misinformation around, your deenlightned knowledge of the afterlife, and behind your back people laugh and scoff at the rediculousness of it all. You are firmly set in your lies and will do anything to vindicate them; i see right through you, your facade now gone. All that is left is an emotionally crippled little boy, too afraid to think outside of what is comfortable.

So, yes... believe in your disbelief, your anti-truth... but you are no more harmless to me or anyone else on this earth than the words that came from your mouth. All lies, grudges, slicing people down for your own amusement and benefit, the true definition of an antichrist. You will go on, living your life, and towards the end, feel a sense of what you could have known, a maggot gnawing in the back of your brain... that parasite, that voice is ignorance.

And I will be there when your life passes from this one to the next, and your fate is to be decided, and I promise you, for all of your negativites you have spread, I swear it on my existance, the next will not be as pleasurable.... but you will never know why. And we will continue to meet again and again... digging yourself futher away from the truth and light each time until you have buried yourself so deep in mouthed defecation and lies, living is completely insufferable, while I recognize your reexistance and move on further down my path to complete enlightenment...



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Growing Back

A growing child’s most favorite word is “why?’ They question everything, wondering how everything is, why it is, and what purpose it fulfills. They gaze upon the world with unfiltered newness, untainted by life, but openly aware of their surroundings, always inquiring, until they are chastised for being a nuisance. They have the capability of creating world from nothing, fully utilizing their brains to perceive things that are not there but are very real to them. Adults call this imagination. Children love unconditionally, fully trusting everyone until a seed of doubt is implanted in their brain that people they are unacquainted with are deemed strangers or bad; the destruction of innocence.
As we grow older, it seems we lose the capability to need to ask why, and the haze of life fogs our brain with responsibility, pain, and boundaries. But why is this? Why do we lose this fundamental gift to look around the world and query things? We fall into a pattern of repetition, not because we have forgotten, but because it feels safe, it’s what is expected of us. From the first time we are introduced into society, preschool or kindergarten, we are expected to fall in line, do as we are told, not to talk back. We believe out parent’s beliefs; life progressing and the cycle of conformity and non-thought progresses.
The childlike actions (questioning, thinking and visualizing, love) are stripped from us, but need to replace the apathy, traditionalism, and the forgotten gift of asking why. These sacred, latent abilities are not forgotten or unlearned. Seemingly, people fall into this routine and are comfortable with the monotony of everyday life, but what would happen if you did indeed start asking why? In regards to everything, why? Why do I have to feel this way? Why is this expected of me? Why can’t I feel the way I feel? Why am I expected to believe this? Questioning opens so many doors that lay hidden, waiting for you, wanting you to pass through and see new potentials, or questioning will reaffirm your own truths, making them right, the correct answer undoubtedly.
Empathy is one of the most beautiful and useful human emotions; I often wonder what it is like not to feel, but it is beyond me, not in my nature. When someone comes to me in times of distress, how could I not care to listen and attempt to aid somehow? Even if listening is only for them to vent, not seeking guidance, I am there to purely show them love in the hope that they will know love and realize they are fully capable of loving themselves and gifting it to others as well. I hope, in turn, they use that love and compassion that I have shown them to trump whatever problem they are dealing with. There is nothing but greatness that stems from the expression of the many faces of love; such an easy idea to practice, but ultimately, it is up to myself and other to implement it. We all get caught up in our own problems and may miss a cry for help; if we just stop and listen, care, love, help; the impact would be exponentially phenomenal.



Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 05/19/2012 02:48PM by The_Butcher.

Wheel of Fortune

The most important lesson that explains the horrors and misery of the world is that you can get off the wheel at any point and declare the trip is over. The trouble starts when, out of fear of growth and change... fear of death and abandonment of the stasis we have become content with... we become people that try to stop the wheel by stopping everyone else. The only religion consistent with the entire wheel and acceptance of change is a personal and private one. The only government consistent with the full understanding of justice in this system is self-government. Whoever tries to tell you how to think is acting out of fear... and will soon resort to fear as a weapon if you fail to accept their persuasion. Nobody who understands the whole wheel will do that, because they understand and recognize the self-christ in everyone. The self-programming, adaptive, continuously surprising, continuously rising up power that is the undeniable goodness of light. Loving oneself and finding the simplicity in the path of doing so, to be right with one's own thoughts, what we always knew and to still not feel alienated for the desire to know more and feel more; being more... which is associated with so much misunderstanding in this world.
To accept change and thus make the change we wish to see instead of constantly hoping it would be different... what more is necessary?

Let's put the pedal to the floor and look for a bumpy road

oh you lightning seeds.
do keep sharing please and thank you.

The shadows are in all the wrong direction...