BHelmet said:
I did not intend to single anybody out.
I don't disagree. BTW, I look at this discussion as kind of like a connoisseur thing. Comparing notes on wine tasting or something like that. I intend no personal attack. Just tossing ideas back and forth.
I did not feel singled out or attacked, I just didn't particularly agree with what was written. I knew my thinking was kind of emotionally colored and the post was going to come out a bit barbed, so I tried to give you a bit of a warning at the beginning.
BHelmet said:
Have you never seen a movie twice and seen things the second time you missed in the first viewing? But, yes, I agree that if we have been down a certain road and a path seems to lead down the same road, we are better off in not going again.
Well this particular movie is kind of like The Road. It's very depressing and once you've seen it once you really don't want to watch it again. Ok, things haven't gotten quite as bad as that movie depicts, but getting there.
BHelmet said:
I think this is an oversimplification. If a person is confronted by the presence of their polar opposite, aren't there going to be powerful feelings? And how are we supposed to know if it is the real deal or just another mirage?
Redfox already pretty much covered this. In addition, when I wrote that I was thinking of when I briefly went through a "playing the field" phase and I quickly lost interest in how silly the whole concept of going out on dates was to meet people. The whole thing felt so plastic. It really is a "game" based on how well you can tell each other "sweet nothings" [lies] in order to create this romantic fantasy so you can ultimately "have a good time" in the sexual sense. I realize there are different ways to go out on dates, but they're more for when you already have something, in my opinion. I don't think the polar opposite appears in the typical dating game structure. Ok, so that was a bit of a tangent. Moving on...
BHelmet said:
I don't know that those who use the general law to their own benefit need to maintain it. Isn't it just a description of existence here? A given, like the rules of the ball game? As for a duty to the Law of Exception, I see it as a choice, not a duty.
Well, as we were discussing on another thread, the rules of the game have been modified by those who have an interest in making the game harder than it needs to be in order to farm people's suffering. One example that relates to this thread in my mind, is the dichotomy between the mating program and the bonding program, as discussed in Cupid's Poisoned Arrow. Why do we have this hardwired desire to be moderately promiscuous and spread our DNA around via "hot sex," which becomes miserable once the hormones burn out, while the only thing that will give us emotional/spiritual satisfaction is a more or less monogamous relationship that is based on bonding sex which goes against the body's normal drives and doesn't produce as many offspring? Assuming humanity was designed by some rational creative force, why couldn't the two be combined in some way that would lead to less suffering? Why isn't bonding sex the default paradigm, with perhaps a little bit of "wildness" thrown in there to make sure the population maintains a certain size without the hormonal crash? It makes no sense to me unless you consider it from a 4DSTS perspective, then it makes perfect sense. It seems our bodies were intentionally designed to keep us within as narrow a range as possible, while maximizing the potential for suffering, which of course feeds the moon rather nicely. To paraphrase the Pleiadans in Bringers of the Dawn, these new creator gods are certainly a lot different from the old ones.
As for the Law of Exception, I think it is really only a choice until you decide to cross the First Threshold. After that, it becomes a duty because everything becomes subsumed to climbing the staircase and finding a way to get out of prison, or you fall and quite possibly get destroyed. It doesn't happen all at once, but it becomes harder and harder to distract yourself from that looming image of the Staircase, towering over you, you feel bad when you do something against the aim of getting out. My personal experience with it is that you feel like something is pulling you in a certain direction, and then if you drag your feet for too long you get a bit of a kick in the butt, that says, "Quit standing around and get to work." It took on a sort of "do or die" existential crisis for me.
BHelmet said:
No, it was not more hopeful. In my opinion, it was more bleak than today. However, I do agree that when the SHTF, it will be worse today.
I don't know, it seems like in the past there were more ways to escape the omnipresent overbearing Orwellian presence, that basically has bent everything on the planet to its will. Societies and individuals today are less able to resist its influences because it has become so monolithic and interconnected. I agree with you that there were never really any "Good Ole Days," but perhaps ones that were less bad? Maybe not, this is only my opinion and there are some good counterexamples.
BHelmet said:
Hey, I hated kids when I was a young man. And I was tremendously negative. Life looked like a sick joke of a farce to me. As I look back , I can see that, for me anyway, while there is an aspect of truth to this, there was more going on at the time than that
I can certainly understand that, from a 3D perspective it does seem a "sick joke." The only difference between that attitude and mine is that I can see that there are other levels beyond the "sick joke," and some of them are beautiful. It gives me hope, but they feel oh so far away...
I basically agreed with the rest of that post. I know the part you were referring to where Mouravieff refers to the three esoterically legitimate relationships. I'm also not completely sold on the number of potential partners Mouravieff describes being totally accurate. There must be an awful lot of souls in the universe... In addition, I think you would probably have a variety of different relationships with a polar opposite over many different lifetimes. Father, mother, brother, sister, there are many different ways to experience and understand love outside of just being partners. I think all these relationships are required to understand true love, and that souls belong to certain groups where the roles are constantly changing in order to get the full picture.
These two remarks are related:
BHelmet said:
It is a good thing to reflect on the true source of strong emotional reactions.
BHelmet said:
Trying to formulate the 4th way as a firm set of responses or answers to life's conundrums is fraught with risk and can become no different than a religion if one approaches it that way. "The 4th way says "X" regarding "Y" situation and dictates action or response or thought "Q".
Even the 4th way in its description, has to allow for novelty and unpredictability. It surfaces when needed and takes no particular form. The point is not 'the system', the point is the aim of waking from sleep; objectivity; REAL BEING. It can involve many different methods and each individual may require a different set of methods for the aim to be realized. There is no "one-size-fits-all".
My perceived rigidity comes from the fact that I have experienced a situation similar to what Miss K describes. Part of the reason I haven't posted in three days is because I have my own little emotional dramas over a perceived "lost love." Part of the reason I invested so much energy in this thread is to deal with my personal faults. Here's my story:
We first met when I was 15. We looked at each other and there was just something qualitatively "different" about her that I couldn't explain. I wanted to say something, but I didn't want to be weird and we passed by each other and nothing happened. It was a few months later that I stumbled upon the Cassiopaean Transcripts, which later led me to this website. As a teenager, I had mixed feelings towards romantic relationships. On the one hand, I thought a lot about what a true romantic relationships would be like, and on the other hand I thought it was a distraction. My parents considered intelligence/career to be more important than relationships. I tended to agree, and internalized this attitude to a greater degree than I think they intended.
I was 17 the first time we actually talked, by that time I had read The Wave, which put a few ideas in my head and had heard of the concept of polar opposites, but I hadn't read Gnosis and didn't know that much about it. I wondered if the concept of polar opposites was possible, and fantasized about what it must be like. I had never considered a relationship seriously and really lived in my head. So along comes this girl out of the blue who starts talking to me about UFOs and astral travel and psychic bonds and all sorts of things. Well, I was definitely intellectually attracted to her.
Then she started trying to work on me emotionally, which I couldn't understand because she was engaged to be married. This part of the relationship was heavily influenced by psychic phenomena, which I detailed the high points in a post at the time http://cassiopaea.org/forum/index.php/topic,6160.msg42355.html#msg42355 One detail I left out about the chakra thing is that she claimed that our energies fit together perfectly. All of her talk about unconditional love gradually melted my heart despite my attempt to resist, and I found myself wanting to be around her all the time because she seemed so "pure." Also, similar to what Miss K described, there was a night when I was suddenly overcome by a sudden depression that I knew wasn't mine. When I asked her if something bad had happened over the weekend, she told me that she had gotten into a fight with her boyfriend at about the same time I had the experience. To say it was mind-blowing to be able to experience that level of connection with someone else doesn't really do it justice. It seemed like the universe was confirming all of my wild daydreams about polar opposites were in fact, possible. That lead to an emotional attraction where I wanted to be around her all of the time.
I didn't speak much of the physical attraction in that post because I didn't think such things belonged on a "research forum." It is interesting to note that I had absolutely no sexual interest in anything at all almost the entire time this was going on. Towards the end, something had happened to her, and I found myself kind of holding her and she liked being comforted by me and sort of caressed my chest and suddenly my body was on FIRE. Thus started the physical attraction.
After that, I started to think of such concepts as soul fusion, sex was only stepping stone to get to something much deeper and incomparably richer. Like in the quote from Mouravieff I posted a while back about the trap being laid by the General Law, with all of the centers in alignment, I was utterly consumed by the desire to be united.
So how did it end? Well, I was pretty judgmental about her lifestyle, she wanted to settle down and have kids and I wanted to go off to college and "make something of my life." There was also the fact that she was now married. The last day that we spoke, I made in hindsight what is something of a curious remark. I said, "I can't hold up my end of the bargain, I have my own path. Please forget that I ever existed." She nodded with understanding and then I changed my mind and added, "please visit me every six months." I was referring to her alleged ability to communicate through dreams, not a physical visitation.
After we split, I was able to push the whole thing out of my mind for awhile and write it off. My way of doing things was so much better, I was just deluding myself about this connection that we had, there was no way it could've ever worked out, etc, etc. So that period lasted, surprise, surprise, about six months. Suddenly all of the ardent desire for "unification" came surging back. I started having dreams about her and it seemed like we still had this tenuous connection. I suddenly went into a depression, feeling like I had lost a great treasure and a piece of my soul. So began my "playing the field" phase, so I could find someone who could plug up that hole.
The thing was, no one could even come close to her, there was no comparison. I felt even worse. This went on for about a year and a half, until it got so bad that I decided to see if I could find her on the computer. It turned out she still lived in town and had a newborn son, I sent her a little message, not romantic at all. When I visited the page again, she had deleted the message, but changed her status message to, paraphrasing, "I'm happy with this life, children are for me, married life is for me, but there are some things that I can't have in this life."
I got the point, I was a fool. I had to bury this and get over it, forget that it ever happened. After much effort, grief, and sadness, I was able to pretty much push her out of my mind a second time. I didn't ever want to feel like that again. I would make sure not to make such grave mistakes in judgment as to have to experience that pain ever again. I was overtaken by a certain numbness. So now, you see how I got this rather pedantic fascination with perfection, because I've been trying to avoid making the same mistake. It is an emotional wound that this thread brought back to the surface. We're not quite at the end of the story, however.
About two years after that, I run across her and her family in Wal-Mart. The memories started to stir once again. This time, however I remembered my promise to myself that I would not make such a mistake again, and besides we had chosen our own separate paths. I quickly darted into an aisle so that she wouldn't see me. It didn't take long to forget about the incident.
Another two years go by and she shows up at my work. By this time, I can't even look at her because I don't want to go back and reopen things that are dead and buried. She either didn't notice me or ignored me. However, this time something "stuck." I wasn't able to quite suppress the emotion and tell myself it didn't happen a fourth time. And sitting here talking to you about it, it seems like it all happened yesterday.
So here I am, 9 years after the "relationship" still talking about it. I don't know if she was a polar opposite, even though she basically passed all of the "tests." We did have our differences, though as I've gotten older I have come more around to her way of thinking on many things. The main reason is, I had done almost no work on myself at that time, I was not even familiar with most of the concepts. It could've really been a case of hormones gone wild, perhaps with 4D STS keeping me entertained with some "experiences" in order to lure me into a trap. If she was a polar opposite, I wasn't ready anyway and it probably would've ended badly.
So at the end of the day, it looks like the 4th Way is the crucial tool for accomplishing anything. I think Luke's description of it is pretty much on the money. As Redfox astutely saw, it's time to stop running from the "bad feelings."