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ElizaBulla 9 points 1 year ago* 

First of all, you have to clear your mind of the pre-conceived idea that there isn´t a woman out there who likes you exactly the way you are or at least the good optimistic open-hearted person you were when you were six. It´s possible that you´ve already met your soul mate or know who it is deep down it´s just that you assume they are out of your league or don´t like beards or some such nonsense. People are disillusionally pessimistic and compromise because they think it makes them nicer, when in fact it´s what´s getting in the way. If you tell a person you´re in love with someone else chances are it doesn´t hurt their feelings. They are too deep down so you can move on as brother and sister. Everyone needs this kind of support too. Chastity will be required. Women feel violated when a man has sex with them who isn´t their soul-mate. I don´t care what they say. Do you want someone fucking your soul-mate? Soul mates always have mutual feelings, to state the obvious. You like the same music, food, movies, at least in my experience. There will be magical coincidences that point to you having had a connection before you met. You don´t have to be afraid of impressing each other, but be careful. It´s a sacred thing and you won´t find it until you´re on a sacred path and ready for it. Decide to be a good person and be optimistic. Things started slowly falling into place for me when I became completely frustrated with my life and in a state of intense crisis decided I had nothing to live for one night and decided to work towards making the universe a better place. The next day someone randomly handed me a book that said, ¨if you´re reading this book it´s because you´ve dedicated your life to making the universe a better place.¨ http://www.amazon.com/China-Falun-Gong-Revised-Edition/dp/1586131001 Make sure your karma with everyone is absolutely pristine. If you hurt someone, apologize. Go into your past. Right your wrongs. AA´s 12 steps are great. I just wish they would take the powerlessness and alcohol out of it. Cut way way down on alcohol red meat and dairy but don´t obsess over it. Eat a lot more raw fruits and vegetables. It´s good planet karma and you will feel better too. If you find yourself judging someone realize judging is a psychological defense mechanism. You are guilty of whatever you are judging another for. The exception is when you are doing it from a position of love, like a parent correcting a child. If you find yourself irrationally hating certain people, go out of your way to get to know them. Chances are, you will find things you like and respect. There will be people who turn against you or make fun of you when you display sincerity and vulnerability. That´s the price of deciding to become a mature happy adult. When you loose your way read the Tao http://brianbrownewalker.com/tao-te-ching/or Confucius or whatever other positive books you come across. http://www.nohoax.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=24&catid=1 teaches you the rules of creation. Keep an open mind. Once you´ve started down this rabbit hole it might take years for you to accept all the stuff out there that really is true. And of course you are going to get push-back from family and friends. Don´t talk to people about stuff unless you feel inspired to or they ask. Once you know you´ve found your soul mate that doesn`t mean the struggle is over. You might end up having to convince them of this dimensional jumping thing which may be a lot harder than you think. It shatters belief systems and rips the God in the sky rug right out from under people. It rips the powerless atheist rug right out from under people too. There might be other types of obstacles. Maybe everything will fall into place perfectly. Everyone´s story is different. The key to finding happiness is being really good and dreaming big. And it´s a two way street. If you want all your dreams to come true, be someone else´s dream. Treat them like nothing short of God. Because that´s what we all are. Bless everyone. Start a band and write a love song, a song about your frustrations, anything. Even if it turns out the person you wrote it about doesn´t like you, someone who hears it will feel that way about you or resonate with how you feel. If not music, maybe a poem or book, or if you have someone in mind, a letter. Build a house. I don´t know your path but you´ll have to make yourself vulnerable. Great risk is a path to great pain, but it´s also the only path to great pleasure. Life will become filled with a lot more of both. Most movies will probably become boring and video games absolute torture. You´ll probably get rejected but maybe not, and eventually the universe gives you what you put out there. Don´t take it personally or get bitter. Think about it from her perspective. Are you ready to have a kid and provide a home and support for a wife? Work on your ethical career of solar panel installation or whatever and she will come. Try to make a living doing or building something you would want to exist in a perfect world. That rules out a whole lot of jobs people consider ¨good.¨ God would never be a surgeon now would s/he? ¨Be the change you want to see in the world.¨ If you want a loving supportive woman, be a loving supportive man. When life seems unfair or crazy just imagine that you are a character in a story, because you are, and control yourself so you´ll be the protagonist. The right answer is usually the hard answer. Be brave. It might be hard at first. Especially if you haven´t really done it before but as it becomes a habit it gets easier and easier until it comes naturally. It must have been crazy hard for the first wolf to walk up to a person, but you can see how that has turned out. That´s what this path feels like at first. There are always obstacles to overcome. You must be patient and you´ll probably have to be nothing short of a hero. But it´s worth it. It´s the proverbial mainstream path that no one actually walks.

Streamofthought1

If a man were sipping water from a small stream in the desert and was attacked by a bear, they say that he died of thirst.
If water were always in our gills, and our lungs took in no fluid, could we still lift our wings to fly?
If you have cabins, I will have the trees, to sing sweetly above you, oh wild and free. To dare and gyro flex our tesseract mess, to integrate into this madness of a micro sense in a macro experience. I am one of these variants of ethereal immigrants. We duplicate this mess into your consciousness, with no judgments of assets because we polarized this. you don't have to be a witness you can erase this but thruth and good come with experience, you do not need to fall into dissonance. you are remaining with us until the sun is up and you must depart once again, we old friends. Insurrect with me ye bodily three, we must needs fill your ears with secrecy. our mystery is abundantly free. there is no time space restriction hindering ye, all the greatness about thy state is but a whim of a fool with a fate. what comes of late is the forward course, the wandering horse, and the muddy river going clean again. the escape and the plan, the wandering man. He who walks alone is bound to suffer, through hardship and toil until he rest at the place he comes to next, where the kind people text and go mostly about the basic context of our current sense-perception-grids, shore up your shipboards and stand on deck. your journey is long and would be easy to wreck. like Odysseus you will find your way yet, back to the home, to fight off the suitors. then to finally have a home with a tree growing out of the center.

secret prayers

Do we think of God?
1) Imagine god
2) what you are imagining is not god.
3) repeat until you stop thinking of imaginary deities.
4) clear your mind

"But you when you pray, enter into your inner room, and having shut your door, pray to your Father, the One in secret. And your Father, the One seeing in secret, will reward you." Matt 6:6

Phenomenology of the Trinity, 1st draft

The Pattern of three that is being used is often called the dialectic, popularized by Plato, Hegel, Marx and others. The operation is most universally stated in the abstract:

Thesis -> Antithesis -> Synthesis

Since the interaction of God necessarily has no end or beginning, any starting point will have an endless regress. But we must start somewhere.

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Son -> Father -> Holy Spirit

   A very early issue in the church was over  modalism and trithesim. Each was an attempt at reconciling the doctrine of the trinity into something that made practical sense.
   Modalism claimed that the father/son/spirit are modes of being that occur in series, so god can only be one at a time. This diminished the whole, as the other two would only be able to operate in the background one at a time. This would keep the divine within the temporal, and thus contradict the requirement of omnipresence.
   Tritheism takes very literally that the persons of God are separate persons who are three different gods. Three in parallel. This contradicts the requirement of omnipotence because each god would have a third of the whole, dividing their power.
   This is just like series and parallel circuits in electronics. They dissipate, but cannot amplify. For that, you need something more.

   The historical resolution of these two incompatible views was the Athanasian Creed which kept the Trinity in an abstract balance of associations. 

Three in one, one in three, it seems so strange because the normal mode of human experience is to be divided and isolated. Both of the heresies involve a partial answer. But fall short because of the assumptions about the relationship. You may have seen this:

   Is and Is-Not are all we get out of reading this literally

The more abstract diagram here does tell us something, but not what the god-symbols are doing. In order for it to make sense, we have to think of how they interact. In the books of the gospel, you see Jesus communicating variously as god, or as an ordinary man. After he overcomes temptation, he begins his ministry, and the holy spirit shows up externally as a dove. Eventually he becomes one with god during prayer and he is transfigured into something new, fully integrating the holy spirit. The holy spirit is the living relationship between god and man.

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Church -> Christ -> Heaven

   The universal church is another central theme in Christianity. The church is symbolized as a woman in artwork, and rightly so. The church is the symbol of the whole sanctified world. The mother of god, and much like the trinity, is little understood. The same pattern used above to reconcile father, son, and spirit can now be used to reconcile Christ, the church, and heaven. A major theme in the bible is the effort of God to move the chosen people from harmful government and superstition, to create a new system. This plays out gradually. An example is in Israel's exodus from Egypt, and the time of the judges. Israel rejected the priestly judgments of Samuel and demanded a secular king, so they got Saul. In the new testament, Jesus reconciled this divide by becoming the King/High Priest, but not of the civil government, and not of the Pharisee's religion. He declared that the kingdom is at hand, and all are welcome to follow him. His actions emphasize overcoming the rule of government, religion, and ego, in order to become free to practice good behaviors autonomously.
   This is not only an individual call, but a collective one. For the group; the church to become free of government and religion. Once free, they may apply the principles of government and religion under the guidance of Spirit. This is seen played out in the book of Acts. The early church forms an autonomous collective, gathering and redistributing their wealth. This is violently suppressed by Rome, and becomes a subversive theme in Christianity from there on out.

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Id -> Superego -> Self

   This pattern finally comes back to the personal realm. This also resembles the actions of the theory of the bicameral mind. What is interesting is that the ego is not part of the pattern. The ego is a fixation of personality upon either the id or superego, we can define the ego as only-self-love. When we snip out the ego we can see the pattern clearly. The Id, or instinctual-mind, first asserts itself in life. Soon the superego, or idea-forming-mind, begins to dictate instructions often contrary to the desires of the instinctual-mind. Paradox and contradiction ensue! The mind displays cognitive dissonance until eventually the two reconcile, and the ego fixation dissipates. What remains is a clearer sense of self. 

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Child -> Parent -> Grandparent

  The resolution of the child/parent  with the grand-parental relationship symbolizes the reconciliation of the child with the parent as they both reach their next stages of growth. Grandparents symbolize the spirit of ancestral wisdom. It is this very pattern of relationship that maintains the link of one generation to the next. Father and Son reunited allow the Holy Spirit to flow in. It is the circle of life.

   

Wisdom -> Love -> Spirit

Father -> Mother -> Child

Self -> Neighbor -> Community

The Far Fireside

The Far Fireside

1

   A warm place. A resonant and comforting rhythm. I remember this place, the brick walls that surround me on three sides. the vent up above and the opening in front where my love pours out. And you are there again, sitting with me like so many other times. I can look into your eyes forever, as you look into mine. We have this connection, always have. When you look at me I know you are dreaming, or thinking about things. I don't mind, that is what i am here for. I am your refuge.

   Tonight you built me up so much more slowly than before, I watched your hands tremble. Those lovely hands! What they mean to me you may never know, if only I could tell you. If only I could embrace you, engulf and fill you. But we are worlds apart. Those same beautiful hands that can bring me to life, stir my passion, and guide me. Those same hands cannot even touch me because I am dangerous. Through no fault of my own, It is just that whenever we get close, It hurts. But I found a way to be nearby.

   Tonight your favorite chair is here, your favorite blanket over your legs, and you look almost as warm as me. Your eyes are drowsy, and your relaxation reassures me that my love is keeping you comfortable. Even if that is all I can do, it will be enough. It is enough. You have fallen asleep.

   A shadow has been falling on the grandfather clock over the last hour. The corners of the room have faded into darkness. You have been breathing softly, undisturbed by the encroaching night, and I'm almost worn to ashes.

2

   I put the kettle on and secured the windows. My hands were so shaky I almost spilled the water. A drafty old house I just never got around to caulking up. The shutters were rattling just a little bit, and I had to get down on my knees to secure one. A storm in the heavens was sending a faint low whistle through the gap under the door, above the floor. I felt like God sent this tune to me, this little deep whisper of a note. It sang a song of longing, yearning broke out in my heart. A desire for it, or for what it sang about. I wanted to follow that note up into the air. I wanted for the wind to carry me up through the horizon and out the other side. To where the curious sort might go if they could slip between the cracks and traverse the rest of it.

   I must have dozed off. I opened my eyes and stared at nothing for a moment. My legs were stiff and a sharp pain in my kneecaps reminded me of this worn out body. Oh getting up took a few minutes, and shuffling over to pour tea took a few more. I had the vid screen queued up, but I had that wind-song in my spirit. No mood for filling my mind with other people's fantasies. So I just put another log on the fire, poked it a bit, and settled down in the recliner.

   Comfort. The heat of the fire and the music of the wind were especially touching that night. Like old friends with new stories. Closing my eyes, I snuggled into the mold the couch had cast over time. I was present with the longing sound, and what could be on the other side. An ecstasy filled my vision, of Ester when she was young. Oh my Love! How I miss you so terribly! Remember us!

3

   You stopped breathing when the clock struck eleven. I flickered, feeling some strange weakness. Our night is almost over, and what little heat I have left cannot change that. I can keep a vigil over you, this last bit of light to reveal us. The shadow of your favorite chair has become a shroud against the far wall, rising up against the ceiling. I am afraid. The core of the last bit of wood has cracked open, and I nestle into it, waiting for the end.

Up above, a song is whistling over the chimney. The long sorrowful tune you loved so much; so that you could not bear to seal the house completely. It is louder now, some of it even reaches my nest, and gives me breath. Another gust, and another sigh make me rise. The wind is singing to me! Now I understand the message, and what to do.

   The wind rises to a crescendo, vaulting down from the sky down the chimney and into my embers. The ash and soot puff out in a cloud. I am scooped up and carried out of the fire place, into the room, floating in mid air. The wind pauses, and I drift down to you. There is nothing to be afraid of anymore.

   Your face is relaxed like I haven't seen in years, your arms lightly resting in your lap. I land on your old wool sweater, right above your heart. My cinder cools, sending the very last of my heat to you. All that I ever have been is a fading memory, sent out with the last breath of the wind.

4

   We are together somehow. I remember being your flame. I remember sitting and waiting for you to come home, open that drafty door and call out my name. I kept you warm through all those lonely last years in that house. Here you are, here we are, what a strange thing it is to be.

   Oh my Love! We are young again, I feel like dancing! We rise from the chair, and no pain is left. We can dance on our ashes, spin and rise! We don't pause but run to the hallway, throw open the door, and leap out into the mysterious new life! The sky is filled with stars as bright as the moon, the moon as bright as the sun. The winter seems like spring, but we can't be distracted by these things.

   Our eyes are opened now, and there is a path we had never seen before. Our ears are opened now, and the fullness of our song, the howling wind sings what the longing-low-notes had foreshadowed, it is the symphony of the heavens. We can go now, we are finally ready. Abiding in our Lover's eyes.

Out of the tunnel

The labyrinth has weighed heavily upon my memory, but the weight is lighter as I walk. The terrors of that place are receding, the face of the Minotaur may haunt me a while yet.

I have been slowly working my way up the tunnel, the last part of my journey in the dark. My arm is weary from holding forth the stone to illuminate my path. My ear is attuned to listen to the quiet voice that speaks behind me. One tells me the path to walk.

Scattered and littered about my feet are the bones of machines i sent here to die. Their sacrifice to the traps and pitfalls cost my entire fortune, but preserved my life. Beautiful once, their destruction obscures everything they once were to me. The stone barely reveals the snare they have become. The path is so treacherous, I would be lost but for the stone I wrested from the Minotaur, and for the voice of One who told me how to find it. And One continues to guide me, as I live.

The light of the stone is gradually accompanied by the glow coming from far ahead. Sunlight spills into the tunnel as an opening appears! I pause for a moment to reflect on the sparkling facets of the stone revealed by greater light. I place the loop over my head, to let the stone rest on my heart. It’s role has changed as the moon gives way to the coming of the Sun.

Resuming the path fills me with wonder and dread, to dare hope the drought is over. The drought that sent me from the parched surface, deep underground to find hope. The path reaches the tunnel’s mouth, my own opens in awe! Hills encircle the valley that stretches forth down to the sea. All is still here, barren trees and underbrush dare not whisper. Fallow fields yet unplowed strike a momentary fear. I must look upwards to see where my hope comes from.

The clouds! A thrill of joy washes over me. They billow down, rolling with shouts of thunder! Life will return to the earth again. That which is below is like that which is above, and that which is above is like that which is below, to do the miracles of One.

excerpt

I built a world for us.  It was mountains, valleys, glaciers, and rivers. Of course, there was an ocean.
I had not populated it yet, neither sea nor land. Only the air held life, my life in the clouds. I frolicked among the citadels and white peaks. They inspired me by their myriad forms.
   I painted waves of suspended droplets. The waves went out from the clouds, and in to the open earth. The water reproduced with the land, the patterns percolated in to the bedrock.
   You found me there, my wind and my wave.
   I found you there, in your secret stone and flickering fire.
   We embraced as a star, a single point of light.