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Post by enigma on Oct 15, 2012 22:16:15 GMT -5
Given the belief in personhood, I don't see how suffering can be avoided for long, but really suffering is a relative condition. You were clearly suffering when you were praying to die. Whether you admitted it or not, that's pretty much a 'dead' giveaway. You were suffering then because it was worse than your life prior to that. If your whole life had felt the same as it did when you were praying to die, would you have been suffering and praying to die? No, everything would have been fine. The suffering only arose in what you perceived to be worse than it had been. In ceasing to believe in personhood, maybe you now see that your life prior to the praying to die was also suffering, though it didn't seem like it at the time because you had nothing better to compare it too. Yanno, it's interesting that you bring this up, because in hindsight, those three days and nights of utter despair was probably my realization that I was ever suffering at all. In all honesty, I probably felt no worse then, than during any other depressed state before that time, and I had plenty. But, it was at that point that I was simply fed up with it. But, what to do about it? I knew (though don't ask me how) that suicide was no answer. So, the only thing I could do was allow myself to really feel it. Seriously, I was rather trying to ... depress myself to death. In the end, the 'I' in all that began to die. And at last, the real 'I' (if one could even call it that) finally started living. Agreed. But, none of this answers the question. Before I could appreciate life for what it is, I had to sort of ... die unto myself. But that involved a choice--becoming fed up with almost constant depressed state, and so, willing to let myself actually BE so despondent, that only death would seemingly ease the pain. I've known many others since who frequently experience depressed states, but I'm all too aware that for them to break free of such despair, they have to let themselves go. They have to make the choice. They have to get fed up. So, what is there for the awakened one to do? Wait. Don't answer that. I think I get it, now. Carry on. ;D That's why the goal isn't to go around making peeps feel better.
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Post by Beingist on Oct 15, 2012 22:23:42 GMT -5
Yanno, it's interesting that you bring this up, because in hindsight, those three days and nights of utter despair was probably my realization that I was ever suffering at all. In all honesty, I probably felt no worse then, than during any other depressed state before that time, and I had plenty. But, it was at that point that I was simply fed up with it. But, what to do about it? I knew (though don't ask me how) that suicide was no answer. So, the only thing I could do was allow myself to really feel it. Seriously, I was rather trying to ... depress myself to death. In the end, the 'I' in all that began to die. And at last, the real 'I' (if one could even call it that) finally started living. Agreed. But, none of this answers the question. Before I could appreciate life for what it is, I had to sort of ... die unto myself. But that involved a choice--becoming fed up with almost constant depressed state, and so, willing to let myself actually BE so despondent, that only death would seemingly ease the pain. I've known many others since who frequently experience depressed states, but I'm all too aware that for them to break free of such despair, they have to let themselves go. They have to make the choice. They have to get fed up. So, what is there for the awakened one to do? Wait. Don't answer that. I think I get it, now. Carry on. ;D That's why the goal isn't to go around making peeps feel better. Yeah, I get that, though I don't think I'm ready just yet to go about making people feel worse, to get them fed up all the sooner. In fact, right now, I don't see a goal at all.
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Post by silver on Oct 15, 2012 22:50:59 GMT -5
;D That's why the goal isn't to go around making peeps feel better. Yeah, I get that, though I don't think I'm ready just yet to go about making people feel worse, to get them fed up all the sooner. In fact, right now, I don't see a goal at all. I'm relieved, Beingist.
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Post by enigma on Oct 15, 2012 23:08:47 GMT -5
;D That's why the goal isn't to go around making peeps feel better. Yeah, I get that, though I don't think I'm ready just yet to go about making people feel worse, to get them fed up all the sooner. In fact, right now, I don't see a goal at all. No, the goal is not to make people feel worse either.
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Post by Beingist on Oct 15, 2012 23:14:18 GMT -5
Yeah, I get that, though I don't think I'm ready just yet to go about making people feel worse, to get them fed up all the sooner. In fact, right now, I don't see a goal at all. No, the goal is not to make people feel worse either. ;D I know that, silly.
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Post by enigma on Oct 15, 2012 23:29:30 GMT -5
No, the goal is not to make people feel worse either. ;D I know that, silly. Well, I think I saw half a dozen forum members taking notes as they read your post.
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Post by Beingist on Oct 15, 2012 23:38:28 GMT -5
Well, I think I saw half a dozen forum members taking notes as they read your post. Oh. ;D But, seriously, for the record, I wasn't implying anything with any of my comments. If you don't know by now, I'm pretty much wysiwyg. Otherwise, I'd have to refer you to my lawyer, Reefs. ;D
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Post by enigma on Oct 15, 2012 23:51:04 GMT -5
Well, I think I saw half a dozen forum members taking notes as they read your post. Oh. ;D But, seriously, for the record, I wasn't implying anything with any of my comments. If you don't know by now, I'm pretty much wysiwyg. Otherwise, I'd have to refer you to my lawyer, Reefs. ;D Thanks for the reprieve. We'll call Reefs in if there are any repurcussions. ;D
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Post by Reefs on Oct 15, 2012 23:53:19 GMT -5
Thanks for the reprieve. We'll call Reefs in if there are any repurcussions. ;D I don't think he can afford the rates I usually charge.
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Post by enigma on Oct 15, 2012 23:56:00 GMT -5
Thanks for the reprieve. We'll call Reefs in if there are any repurcussions. ;D I don't think he can afford the rates I usually charge. No pro bono publico??
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Post by Reefs on Oct 16, 2012 0:00:20 GMT -5
I don't think he can afford the rates I usually charge. No pro bono publico?? Well, in the early days, my clients had to pay thru their nose. But now I prefer offshore accounts. Much cleaner and no paper trail. ;D
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Post by runstill on Oct 16, 2012 0:34:46 GMT -5
[quote author=enigma board=misc thread=2395 post=82532 beingist said
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Post by enigma on Oct 16, 2012 1:15:39 GMT -5
No pro bono publico?? Well, in the early days, my clients had to pay thru their nose. But now I prefer offshore accounts. Much cleaner and no paper trail. ;D
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Post by Beingist on Dec 29, 2012 1:26:38 GMT -5
*Bump*
Suffering:
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Post by sunfirephoenix on May 28, 2014 8:23:15 GMT -5
I had a recently tragic experience with this and wanted to share my own answers and spiritual speculations on pilonidal cysts. I have been working with a family whose father was a meth addict, thus far he's had a daughter who's addicted to pain, a son who was addicted to meth before he was addicted to destructice love before he was addicted to self-love but always to music and thrills, a son who is addicted to work; a daughter who is addicted to love, sex, music, drugs and money in that order; an underage son addicted to love and bringing contentment to people he loves through any means, a younger one who is rather industrious with his cash flow, and the youngest who is 7 and loves to read books. From this experience I have gleaned that one's sense of vitality or life energy is passed down through parentage. The slang for meth here is "extra hours in a day" this drug that stimulates and enhances your senses, your base needs and your base fears by a thousand fold. The extra hours in a day were stolen from his earliest children, it was worse when they lost their mother, yet vitality seemed to have gained in later generations. Same with the level of perceived biblical good, though in my eyes they all have beautiful souls. Their vigor for life; however, seems to run opposite as perhaps it was hard for the father to experience the same peak of joy after turning from meth to the bible, I feel like just now he has been able to recapture a semblance of that rush. I will now need to tie in my story. I had never experienced such a pain in my life and I grew up with constant physical abuse. I was a stripper at the time with a great young lover I had met accidentally during a road trip. I was a singer with my first live concert I had sunk all my finances into thinking that important people were going to come and that my friends would fill enough seats for two back to back shows. I had a full crew and cast and catering, prepared for what I was told an awesome show by the one person who did end up actually showing up: my best friend. After the show my lover fracked my production assistant on the cleaned off catering table as I relived one of my worst nightmares of someone cheating on me in a theater. The boys with a connect surprisingly came just to frack around at the after party that did not exist. I had a secret death wish. Days before the show I had to quit dancing with my cyst in bloom. Days before I had wanted to quit dancing for the blossoming love that was unfolding. I too found that kneeling with your head and chest down is the only comfortable position for this illness. As an exotic dancer, my derrier was my money maker and I had literally worked my derrier off for my car that replaced my last one that needed a new engine, and to have and share my art. Now I literally had to save it myself. I couldn't stand to help anyone, I couldn't sit to listen, I couldn't drive without mitigating the pain. I had to learn to love myself in ways I never did. Because my injury did affect my work, I couldn't go back to work for a month, I went into massive debt and lost everything but the roof over my head, which was all I had to begin with. It was like through having this miserable illness, the only way to resolve it was to recalibrate my chakras to the earth. My third flush to the bed, my throat and heart chakra faced directly towards the ground, my solar plexus chakra of self worth raised above the heart, my sacral chakra of being accepting new people and experiences was raised farther still as my butt root chakra had to shoot straight up. I literally had to enlighten my own ass. Like a swollen wound of any sort it has to be elevated so that the blood doesn't collect in feeding the wound. Just me and my butt pointed towards the sky. Other methods that helped: A warm compress - heat is energy, energy your own butt doesn't have to heal itself Benzoyl Peroxide - the best all around antiseptic Abreva on the spot meant for dealing with Cleaning my butt and lying down as much as possible. You can't be stressed with such an illness, everything goes staight to your ass. I actually retired from dancing after this injury. Back to lineage and vitality, I can only suggest your mother was trying to resolve an earth debt with love and so you were born with her debts, but it's one you can repay with at least a month's worth of constant care and attention to recalibrate. I just hope this much needed break from being a fellow workaholic won't put you in as much debt that it has myself. Much love, serenity and joy to you Beingist I pray this message reaches you well or that you have already discovered your solution. And to all, please never give up on the fallen. Belief is a powerful cure in itself when there is nothing left to offer. Much love for you all.
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