Category Archives: Spirituality

The Great Dreamer and His Net of Jewels

 

Net of Indra :

What’s My Purpose ?

For those of you who are struggling to find your purpose, this is what Dude said when I asked him one of your questions a few years ago. You can read the remainder of his answer here : https://app.box.com/s/4a727tfoppz1ti6efrbzaf9pqbof6u9d

Does every one, every living being, whether that be a person, plant, animal, thing with asoul, have a purpose in the life that they’re currently in ?

The purpose of any living thing is to live and to experience the life force in any way that it chooses to manifest itself. These ideas that humans have that there is some sort of divine purpose, they are mere fictions created by you, to help make sense of life. There is no need for a purpose. You did not come into life to full fill any kind of purpose and yet all your major religions talk of some sort of purpose. It isn’t true that there is a purpose that drives your existence – whether it is your life in your physical form or your life outside of the physical form. Everyone who speaks of purpose is speaking of something else, other than what your life is. You are what you are. Your life is what it is. It doesn’t need to fulfil any kind of becoming, any kind of unstated or known or unconscious purpose. These things that you say are purpose, they are things that help you to feel better about all the uncertainties that life throws up to you. When you have a sense of some grand purpose for your life, it is much easier to endure the hardship and the meaningless of existence. Once again, expectation ! You see life as something that should have an outcome. Your outcomes drive your desires and what you desire more than anything is to believe that this life that you are living is driven by some ultimate goal, some other thing, other than merely existing. You cannot grasp, that life isn’t a thing that is driven by an outcome, it is the outcome – whatever arises. And so it needs no purpose. If you say it has purpose, this is merely a projection of your own weaknesses because you don’t like to see that life is what you make it, regardless of whatever the driving force for your existence in the body. There is no grand purpose to your existing in this life or in any other, other than your one and true aim – which is to experience being what you are. You may not see that but it is true.

TSM133 : The Body of Our Life’s Work and The Bodies of Work Within Our Life

What is life ?

In today’s monologue I explore the idea of the body of our life’s work and the bodies of work within our life. I explore how our life is the sum of all our life’s work and is reflected in the final moments of who we are in our life (or at any moment) and how at any moment we are working on a body of work, whether we are conscious of it or not. I speculate that we can consciously choose the bodies of work that fill our life – whether they are visible or invisible and suggest that a life well lived, is one in which we come to understand and develop some awareness of the nature of the bodies of work that we allow to fill our life.

My iPod gave a lot of trouble during this recording and I had to stitch together separate segments after it unexpectedly shut down. Forgive any repetition !

Enjoy ! 😉

TSM128 : Direct Knowing

I dedicate this monoluge to Frédéric for his ongoing support and his enthusiasm for taking responsibility for his own development and for his efforts to be a better father, partner and human being ! I also dedicate this monologue to Astrid for her ongoing kindness and her continuous efforts (despite her own illness) to help others living and dead, to be free of their suffering !

In today’s stroll through the land, I explore the process that some have called Direct Knowing. There are several interpretations of this concept and in this monologue I explore what you might think of as a lower level form of DK, that I believe has greater value to us in our ordinary life. I provide you with working examples of how to develop DK through all the senses and then through the collective 5 senses.

Expect to hear lots of talkative sheep !

Relevant links here :

TSM127 : An Introduction to the Buddha’s Teachings and Why They Are No Longer as Important to Me

In today’s walk in the big paddock, I introduce the core ideas behind the mystical Buddha’s teachings and talk a little about how my ET friend Dude changed my view of Buddhism and my own efforts to eliminate desire from my life.

Don’t be offended if you are a Buddhist. This monologue is an effort to simply Buddhism and make it easy to understand. It isn’t a critical treatise on significant doctrines but a gentle overview of what the Buddha may have been trying to get at.

Happy trails ! 😉

Unvenerable Bright Garlick.

More on Buddhism here :

TSM121 : The Agony of the Human Condition – Part 3B : Recognizing and Honouring the Needs of the Daimon

I dedicate this monoluge to Frédéric for his ongoing support and to Mauren for her recent donation and for being a long time reader/listener ! Thank you both very much for reaching out to me and for making a difference and for showing your appreciation for what I have to share !

In today’s monologue I pick up from where I left in TSM114, exploring the Daimon and how we can recognize and honour the needs of the Daimon for a healthy and fulfilled life. After listening to this recording, I realised that I didn’t say enough about how to recognise the needs of the Daimon – so I might take that issue up in a future monologue. I might add as well, that I wonder if the Daimon has different needs at different times in the human life cycle.

For those of you who question whether or not a Daimon really exists as a distinct entity or aspect within us, I think that’s a reasonable thing to have some doubt about. My thoughts are that as an alternative to the traditional view of the Daimon, we consider that the Daimon is as a driving force, a set of urges that arises from the way different processes that arise from the interaction of mind and body. Think of it as a unique force of it’s own, that emerges from the interaction of mind and body. It may have a transcendant timless nature that exists beyond each individual life or be bound to each individual life. Perhps there are many possibilities. No one can prove or disprove the existance of the Daimon ! But each of us will know whether the idea resonates as true or false.

We might also consider that it’s nothing more than an idea ! An idea with great power !

Enjoy !  😉

PS. Apologies for being so slack on getting back to your comments. I’ve been very busy but will try to do so this week !

TSM119 : Objects in the Rear View Mirror

We all struggle to live fully present in the moment. Many people are trapped with their memories and with the pain assoccertiated with them. Today I explore the impact of the past with a metaphor that Meat Loaf / Jim Steinman made famous and how we can overcome the things that haunt us or preoccupy us.

Enjoy folks !

You can read more about the song here : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Objects_in_the_Rear_View_Mirror_May_Appear_Closer_Than_They_Are & Jim Steinman here : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Steinman. You can learn about Eugene T. Gendlin’s Focussing here : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Focusing & here : http://www.focusing.org/bios/gendlin_bio.html. You can learn about Trauma through the eyes of Robert Grant here : http://in-sighttherapy.blogspot.com.au/.

PS. I havent heard the song in ages and after reading the lyrics tonight, I realised I misunderstood what a small part of the song was about. But the metaphor is still relevant and a powerful one at that. This is one of Meat Loaf’s / Jim Steinman’s most powerful songs from what may have been his best album (on par with Bat Out of Hell).

The skies were pure and the fields were green
And the sun was brighter than it’s ever been
When I grew up with my best friend Kenny
We were close as any brothers than you ever knew
It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all
And there was so much left to dream and so much time to make it real
But I can still recall the sting of all the tears when he was gone
They said he crashed and burned
I know I’ll never learn why any boy should die so young
We were racing, we were soldiers of fortune
We got in trouble but we sure got around
There are times I think I see him peeling out of the dark
I think he’s right behind me now and he’s gaining ground
But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And when the sun descended and the night arose
I heard my father cursing everyone he knows
He was dangerous and drunk and defeated
And corroded by failure and envy and hate
There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze
Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees
And my father’s eyes were blank as he hit me again and again and again
I know I still believe he’d never let me leave, I had to run away alone So
Many threats and fears, so many wasted years before my life became my own
And though the nightmares should be over
Some of the terrors are still intact
I’ll hear that ugly coarse and violent voice
And then he grabs me from behind and then he pulls me back
But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
There was a beauty living on the edge of town
And she always put the top up and the hammer down
And she taught me everything I’ll ever know
About the mystery and the muscle of love
The stars would glimmer and the moon would glow
I’m in the back seat with my Julie like a Romeo
And the signs along the highway all said, Caution! Kids At Play!
Those were the rights of spring and we did everything
There was salvation every night
We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn
But everything we tried was right
She used her body just like a bandage, she used my body just like a wound
I’ll probably never know where she disappeared But I can see her rising up
Out of the back seat now Just like an angel rising up from a tomb
But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
She used her body just like a bandage, she used my body just like a wound
I’ll probably never know where she disappeared But I can see her rising up
Out of the back seat now
The skies were pure and the fields were green
And the sun was brighter than it’s ever been
When I grew up with my best friend Kenny
We were close as any brothers than you ever knew
It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all
And there was so much left to dream
And so much time to make it real
But I can still recall the sting of all
The tears when he was gone
They said he crashed and burned I know I’ll never learn
Why any boy should die so young
We were racing, we were soldiers of fortune
We got in trouble but we sure got around
There are times I think I see him peeling out of the dark
I think he’s right behind me now and he’s gaining ground
But it was long ago and it was far away,
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway,
Then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And when the sun descended and the night arose
I heard my father cursing everyone he knows
He was dangerous and drunk and defeated
And corroded by failure and envy and hate
There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze
Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees
And my father’s eyes were blank
As he hit me again and again and again
I know I still believe he’d never let me leave, I had to run away alone
So many threats and fears, so many wasted years
Before my life became my own
And though the nightmares should be over
Some of the terrors are still intact
I’ll hear that ugly coarse and violent voice
And then he grabs me from behind
And then he pulls me back
But it was long ago and it was far away,
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway,
Then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
There was a beauty living on the edge of town
And she always put the top up and the hammer down
And she taught me everything I’ll ever know
About the mystery and the muscle of love
The stars would glimmer and the moon would glow
I’m in the back seat with my Julie like a Romeo
And the signs along the highway all said,
Caution! Kids At Play!
Those were the rights of spring and we did everything
There was salvation every night
We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn
But everything we tried was right
She used her body just like a bandage,
She used my body just like a wound
I’ll probably never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now
Just like an angel rising up from a tomb
But it was long ago and it was far away,
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway,
Then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror
May appear closer than they are
She used her body just like a bandage,
She used my body just like a wound
I’ll never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now.

TSM118 : We’re All Waiting for Something

We’re all waiting for something ? But what is waiting ? Why should we wait and when should we move  ? Waiting may well be the one great virtue we must all learn to master.

Enjoy !

YOU ?

What do the following all have in common ? And why does it matter ?

  • Id, Ego and Super Ego
  • Creative Self
  • Healer
  • Merchant
  • Damaged Self
  • Higher Self
  • Lower Self
  • Victim
  • Child Within
  • Critical Parent
  • Transcendent Self
  • Writer
  • Master
  • Controller
  • Tortured Self
  • Voice of Desire
  • Transient Self
  • Small Self
  • Greater Self
  • Self
  • God
  • Unconscious
  • Subconscious
  • Higher Unconscious
  • Middle Unconscious
  • Lower Unconscious
  • Conscious I
  • Conscious Self
  • Lower I
  • Astral Body
  • Etheric Body
  • Collective Unconscious
  • Personality
  • Higher Personality
  • Higher Identity
  • Small Ego
  • Large Ego
  • Dynamic Self
  • Spiral Self
  • Soul
  • Spirit
  • Big Mind
  • Big Heart
  • Voice of Oppression
  • Voice of Fear
  • Voice of Death
  • Voice of Vengeance
  • Voice of Anxiety
  • Voice of Joy
  • Body Self
  • Cellular identity
  • Cosmic Self
  • Transpersonal Self
  • Unifying Centre
  • Free Functioning Integrated Self
  • Monkey Mind
  • Horse Mind
  • Cat Mind…

Happy to explain when someone hits upon the magic word !

 

TSM113 : The Agony of the Human Condition – Part 2 : The Left Hand Path

The human condition is a strange beast and one that we all try to understand at some point in our life. The human condition is a condition of existence that is constantly in flux, where one thing always leads to another. Sometimes we experience things that we see as good (positive) and sometimes we experience things that we see as bad (negative). If we had perfect awareness we would probably only choose good things and omit bad things. But that isn’t reality ! (As Buddha said we are all addicted to like and dislike). How boring life would be if everything unfolded exactly as we wanted it to ! So what then are the implications of experiencing bad things and what does it mean when we experience ‘the left hand path’ (the path less desired) ?

Enjoy ! 😉

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