Psalehesost
The Living Force
I've thought before about writing a thread about my present, general psychological situation and some things of psychological importance leading up to it. Having a tendency to forget some of the things I had thought of as I go along writing a post here, I simply wrote down separately bits and pieces of text recently that I now put together with some additions to make this post.
This post will repeatedly go from covering one thing for a bit to covering another completely different thing, so covering various different subjects; feel free to discuss whichever parts you feel like - no need to focus on everything if you can't be bothered.
Why do I care about this self-development towards an STO ideal? As I wrote in my introduction: "Simply put, I now want to develop all the way for the heck of it. As far as I can see (from my limited 3D perspective), there is no other reason for anything. There are lessons, yes, and we are here to learn them. But why are we here to learn them? Why do these lessons even exist? The only answer I can find is this: For the heck of it. And the more I work, the more this motivates me. :)" I guess - as, from what I gather, it is pretty much supposed to be regarding our orientation - it's simply a basic preference of my nature. There have been inner stand-offs at times, when emotional factors (as in desires, various feelings, and ideals) of equal strength favoring both "sides" have emerged at the same time. Eventually, some inner "force" or "will" (my essence?) emerges and breaks the standstill by gradually gaining control, and the "inner stand-off" fades away, the positive side having "won". This hasn't happened recently, though, probably as a result of shaving off some of my negative emotional programming (which is not to say that more of it doesn't remain, particularly such that presently stays more or less hidden), meaning that the sum of my attitudes has "shifted".
From a reply to that bit in my introductory post, it seems the one replying interpreted my comment of there "being no other reason for anything" than "for the heck of it" as referring to no other reason to do anything. I agree about that, but what I meant when I wrote it was literally anything, as in no other reason for anything whatever to exist or happen. The All - from what I gather - simply exists, and sort of expanded in creation because it kind of felt like it, another part of the All at the same time trying to contract because it sort of felt like it. At the very very end of the evolutionary journey - where, for instance, the C's would be "going" "eventually" - 7D, the All, that's - I guess - how it is: pure consciousness just sort-of existing and sort-of doing something for the heck of it, and that (pun intended) is All.
And if the reason for learning lessons and "graduating" step after step is that it ended up that way for the heck of it, and that what will follow is for the heck of it, then the reason for us to learn those lessons is that we simply do so for the heck of it, ending up wherever we do because ultimately, so happens for the heck of it. Ultimately, the reason for everything is sheer whim. Everything follows from sheer whim, and therefore is sheer whim.
Thinking about what I read of the conscious side of the All - the final destination of STO - being the conscious "energy" that "plays" with the primal matter that is the final destination of STS, I came up with the following analogue: The conscious side of the All is a Silly Mad Hand, and the sleeping side is a big bunch of play-doh. In its infinite wonkitude, the Silly Mad Hand makes all manner of wonky shapes out of this play-doh, including us. We then - if we succeeed - eventually become this Silly Mad Hand and end up making the silly figures eventually to become what we then would be. Wohoo! We will become a Silly Mad Hand messing around for an eternity with a big bunch of cosmic play-doh that is simultaneously us!
The All is infinitely intelligent, infinitely stupid, infinitely sane, and infinitely nuts - not to mention infinitely schizophrenic! What else would you call a consciousness split into 7 simultaneous densities and an infinite amount of existence?
And what is the point of all this writing? I just sort-of realize that everything in the very, very end doesn't matter a toss, that everything is a silly bunch of nonsense and sheer whim, and that precisely all will amount to just that. Yet I go on because I just sort of do so - for the heck of it, I guess. Meh!
"Controlled folly", as don Juan put it, indeed! That's what all we can ultimately Do is!
"When you learn to see, you find yourself alone in the world with nothing but folly.", he said. I understand the feeling!
Ha ha ha!
Were I not so detached - were it so that I actually cared to - then I would laugh hysterically at precisely everything! But I don't, because I'm simply indifferent.
In my earliest school-years I had something of a fascination with numbers and was a few years ahead in my mathematical ability. Since then, more school years with the same style of numbing number-grinding gradually ground my curiosity and motivation into dust, and along with this came an increasing decline in my ability to remember the things I was supposed to learn and bring myself perform the tasks, and my mind eventually began to "rust shut" as regards this area, and now I'm just a mediocre schmuck. A bit of interest in mathematics has resurfaced recently, but things have to be learned in a very specific order, since there seems to be no comphrehensive guide to understanding particular things that you could consult to learn things in a freely chosen order, and so it will be impossible for me to make anything out of this interest in the following few years. Some "I" is sad about this, and other "I"s feel anguish at my mind and potential having been "crippled" by school, and cannot forgive this.
I wrote this (privately) before: "I have tremendous emotional constriction inside - when I begin truly to feel and try to push on and intensify this feeling, I push against something and feel like I am suffocating." Recently, I have come to understand this a bit better - firstly, there is a physical feeling of constriction, due to what my muscles do at these times; I slowly breathe in fully without being aware of it and hold my breath, and then when I try to breathe in, having already done so, I run up against the inability to do so and feel constricted, until I breathe out, only to try again to take an impossibly deep breath. Then, there is the mental and emotional aspect; something in me reacts against emotion - perhaps because it feels threatened - and puts a chokehold on my emotions, constricting them to the point where they fade away completely. Recently, at one time the onset of this was unusually delayed, and so I felt a quick burst of - unusually strong at the present time, though still not at maximum intensity - emotion before a distinct clampdown was felt. It feels strangely like the psychic impression of my emotion is "drifting" away when this happens, and this triggers a feeling of worrying of "losing" part of myself. This happens sometimes around some people who (often due to their voice as they talk, whether to me or others) happen to trigger automatic emotional reactions immediately accompanied by constriction - then I feel a little bit like "a leaf in the wind".
For many years - I don't quite remember how many, but it came gradually - I've been fairly disillusioned with the world at large. Perhaps you could say I've lived for years with one foot over the first Threshold before finding this material, coming to my "breaking point" and committing myself to sorting myself out and finally taking the rest of the step beyond it.
I've always been half-bored with, yet sometimes having a slight interest in simply detachedly observing, nature. Over all, however, I simply don't see what others see in the world (or rather, I have an idea of it and understand the concepts, but don't share any of the excitement or care - I'd say illusionment). I find the world somehow very "raw". Lately I have put my vague feelings into words and came up with the thought that the things in it that people find so amazing are just quaint imitations of some purer, abstract "concept". There is not even as simple a thing as a plain, flat surface in this world! Only mere approxomations.
The world of intimate relationships that others seem to invest such huge involvement and attach such enormous subjective values to is something I've never entered. From my present perspective it simply seems pretty absurd how our (mine and some others' apparently excluded) demented meat-blobs get so worked up about each other. The nature of relationships as consisting of feeding was something I realized by myself before I stumbled upon this material, and it only added to my detachment and mild disgust at the idea of having an actual relationship with an actual person, though it didn't stop me from wasting tons of time and energy on sheer, pure fantasy for the purpose of plain, mechanically directed self-gratification.
To put it bluntly, just a few years ago I used to think of people who engaged in typical relationships as having a particular form of stupidity. I saw that often people engage in their (often mutually, but not always) parasitic relationships, deluded with extreme wishful thinking and ascribing the most fantastic qualities to their current relationship up and until the point where it collapses and ends in pain (sometimes long-lasting pain, sometimes even permanent woes of some kind). Then, after moping about for some time, they get caught up in another relationship, and the same thing happens. Rinse and repeat. And they never learned the to me obvious lesson about those (the vast majority of) relationships - that they are built merely on stupid, insipid imaginings and are far from constructive, that they are in fact full of feeding. Then I realized that these people, being hopelessly buzzed on their brain-chemicals and unable to think clearly, are of course going to do such stupid things, and that there is no point in blaming them for it. So I simply count myself lucky in not suffering from this particular malady, and now having a healthier psychological world view than I used to have, I can now emphasize better with those caught up in this issue.
These realizations concerning relationships - made during the latter part of my adolescence - followed an earlier realization (also during my adolescence) also of significance to my mental development around this particular area, namely one concerning the nature of sexual attraction, which then and now seems valid to me, though I've never as of yet had any feedback on this matter:
Through introspection, I realized that the object of attraction is not that looked at, but rather a more abstract ideal stored up somewhere in the brain that is loosely "matched" to what you see, and given a "match", "attraction" and unconscious association of that seen with this ideal is triggered. Thinking a bit more about this, I came to the conclusion that this means that whenever one is attracted to a person one looks at, one is, in fact, deluding oneself.
This post will repeatedly go from covering one thing for a bit to covering another completely different thing, so covering various different subjects; feel free to discuss whichever parts you feel like - no need to focus on everything if you can't be bothered.
Why do I care about this self-development towards an STO ideal? As I wrote in my introduction: "Simply put, I now want to develop all the way for the heck of it. As far as I can see (from my limited 3D perspective), there is no other reason for anything. There are lessons, yes, and we are here to learn them. But why are we here to learn them? Why do these lessons even exist? The only answer I can find is this: For the heck of it. And the more I work, the more this motivates me. :)" I guess - as, from what I gather, it is pretty much supposed to be regarding our orientation - it's simply a basic preference of my nature. There have been inner stand-offs at times, when emotional factors (as in desires, various feelings, and ideals) of equal strength favoring both "sides" have emerged at the same time. Eventually, some inner "force" or "will" (my essence?) emerges and breaks the standstill by gradually gaining control, and the "inner stand-off" fades away, the positive side having "won". This hasn't happened recently, though, probably as a result of shaving off some of my negative emotional programming (which is not to say that more of it doesn't remain, particularly such that presently stays more or less hidden), meaning that the sum of my attitudes has "shifted".
From a reply to that bit in my introductory post, it seems the one replying interpreted my comment of there "being no other reason for anything" than "for the heck of it" as referring to no other reason to do anything. I agree about that, but what I meant when I wrote it was literally anything, as in no other reason for anything whatever to exist or happen. The All - from what I gather - simply exists, and sort of expanded in creation because it kind of felt like it, another part of the All at the same time trying to contract because it sort of felt like it. At the very very end of the evolutionary journey - where, for instance, the C's would be "going" "eventually" - 7D, the All, that's - I guess - how it is: pure consciousness just sort-of existing and sort-of doing something for the heck of it, and that (pun intended) is All.
And if the reason for learning lessons and "graduating" step after step is that it ended up that way for the heck of it, and that what will follow is for the heck of it, then the reason for us to learn those lessons is that we simply do so for the heck of it, ending up wherever we do because ultimately, so happens for the heck of it. Ultimately, the reason for everything is sheer whim. Everything follows from sheer whim, and therefore is sheer whim.
Thinking about what I read of the conscious side of the All - the final destination of STO - being the conscious "energy" that "plays" with the primal matter that is the final destination of STS, I came up with the following analogue: The conscious side of the All is a Silly Mad Hand, and the sleeping side is a big bunch of play-doh. In its infinite wonkitude, the Silly Mad Hand makes all manner of wonky shapes out of this play-doh, including us. We then - if we succeeed - eventually become this Silly Mad Hand and end up making the silly figures eventually to become what we then would be. Wohoo! We will become a Silly Mad Hand messing around for an eternity with a big bunch of cosmic play-doh that is simultaneously us!
The All is infinitely intelligent, infinitely stupid, infinitely sane, and infinitely nuts - not to mention infinitely schizophrenic! What else would you call a consciousness split into 7 simultaneous densities and an infinite amount of existence?
And what is the point of all this writing? I just sort-of realize that everything in the very, very end doesn't matter a toss, that everything is a silly bunch of nonsense and sheer whim, and that precisely all will amount to just that. Yet I go on because I just sort of do so - for the heck of it, I guess. Meh!
"Controlled folly", as don Juan put it, indeed! That's what all we can ultimately Do is!
"When you learn to see, you find yourself alone in the world with nothing but folly.", he said. I understand the feeling!
Ha ha ha!
Were I not so detached - were it so that I actually cared to - then I would laugh hysterically at precisely everything! But I don't, because I'm simply indifferent.
In my earliest school-years I had something of a fascination with numbers and was a few years ahead in my mathematical ability. Since then, more school years with the same style of numbing number-grinding gradually ground my curiosity and motivation into dust, and along with this came an increasing decline in my ability to remember the things I was supposed to learn and bring myself perform the tasks, and my mind eventually began to "rust shut" as regards this area, and now I'm just a mediocre schmuck. A bit of interest in mathematics has resurfaced recently, but things have to be learned in a very specific order, since there seems to be no comphrehensive guide to understanding particular things that you could consult to learn things in a freely chosen order, and so it will be impossible for me to make anything out of this interest in the following few years. Some "I" is sad about this, and other "I"s feel anguish at my mind and potential having been "crippled" by school, and cannot forgive this.
I wrote this (privately) before: "I have tremendous emotional constriction inside - when I begin truly to feel and try to push on and intensify this feeling, I push against something and feel like I am suffocating." Recently, I have come to understand this a bit better - firstly, there is a physical feeling of constriction, due to what my muscles do at these times; I slowly breathe in fully without being aware of it and hold my breath, and then when I try to breathe in, having already done so, I run up against the inability to do so and feel constricted, until I breathe out, only to try again to take an impossibly deep breath. Then, there is the mental and emotional aspect; something in me reacts against emotion - perhaps because it feels threatened - and puts a chokehold on my emotions, constricting them to the point where they fade away completely. Recently, at one time the onset of this was unusually delayed, and so I felt a quick burst of - unusually strong at the present time, though still not at maximum intensity - emotion before a distinct clampdown was felt. It feels strangely like the psychic impression of my emotion is "drifting" away when this happens, and this triggers a feeling of worrying of "losing" part of myself. This happens sometimes around some people who (often due to their voice as they talk, whether to me or others) happen to trigger automatic emotional reactions immediately accompanied by constriction - then I feel a little bit like "a leaf in the wind".
For many years - I don't quite remember how many, but it came gradually - I've been fairly disillusioned with the world at large. Perhaps you could say I've lived for years with one foot over the first Threshold before finding this material, coming to my "breaking point" and committing myself to sorting myself out and finally taking the rest of the step beyond it.
I've always been half-bored with, yet sometimes having a slight interest in simply detachedly observing, nature. Over all, however, I simply don't see what others see in the world (or rather, I have an idea of it and understand the concepts, but don't share any of the excitement or care - I'd say illusionment). I find the world somehow very "raw". Lately I have put my vague feelings into words and came up with the thought that the things in it that people find so amazing are just quaint imitations of some purer, abstract "concept". There is not even as simple a thing as a plain, flat surface in this world! Only mere approxomations.
The world of intimate relationships that others seem to invest such huge involvement and attach such enormous subjective values to is something I've never entered. From my present perspective it simply seems pretty absurd how our (mine and some others' apparently excluded) demented meat-blobs get so worked up about each other. The nature of relationships as consisting of feeding was something I realized by myself before I stumbled upon this material, and it only added to my detachment and mild disgust at the idea of having an actual relationship with an actual person, though it didn't stop me from wasting tons of time and energy on sheer, pure fantasy for the purpose of plain, mechanically directed self-gratification.
To put it bluntly, just a few years ago I used to think of people who engaged in typical relationships as having a particular form of stupidity. I saw that often people engage in their (often mutually, but not always) parasitic relationships, deluded with extreme wishful thinking and ascribing the most fantastic qualities to their current relationship up and until the point where it collapses and ends in pain (sometimes long-lasting pain, sometimes even permanent woes of some kind). Then, after moping about for some time, they get caught up in another relationship, and the same thing happens. Rinse and repeat. And they never learned the to me obvious lesson about those (the vast majority of) relationships - that they are built merely on stupid, insipid imaginings and are far from constructive, that they are in fact full of feeding. Then I realized that these people, being hopelessly buzzed on their brain-chemicals and unable to think clearly, are of course going to do such stupid things, and that there is no point in blaming them for it. So I simply count myself lucky in not suffering from this particular malady, and now having a healthier psychological world view than I used to have, I can now emphasize better with those caught up in this issue.
These realizations concerning relationships - made during the latter part of my adolescence - followed an earlier realization (also during my adolescence) also of significance to my mental development around this particular area, namely one concerning the nature of sexual attraction, which then and now seems valid to me, though I've never as of yet had any feedback on this matter:
Through introspection, I realized that the object of attraction is not that looked at, but rather a more abstract ideal stored up somewhere in the brain that is loosely "matched" to what you see, and given a "match", "attraction" and unconscious association of that seen with this ideal is triggered. Thinking a bit more about this, I came to the conclusion that this means that whenever one is attracted to a person one looks at, one is, in fact, deluding oneself.