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Post by mamza on Jun 12, 2013 2:18:51 GMT -5
Howdy, kids, it's been a while. Just dropping in to let my bitches know what's up. I know how much you care and all.
Anyway, with the pool open for the season I've been clocking in a lot more time ATA. And by that I mean it's actually happening again, after a fairly long period of absence. So I'm lying on the water on a raft kinda just breathing and soaking in some sun. Staring at the floor of the pool...it starts feeling like me watching it watching me. Then nothing's watching nothing. Then I'm watching myself. And I don't mean I'm the floor looking up at me, I mean there's a looking inward at this 'me-ness' that sees the things of the world.
I'm looking at this me-ness, and wondering what's so special about it that I'm looking at it so much. I'm wondering what exactly it is that makes it feel like a me rather than a not-me. There's a definite feeling of this me looking out at that not-me. This me-ness sees things like a camera lens or a movie film, and as the lone 'identifiable/observable' seeing-thing for the movie/picture, it is part of the movie/picture. It IS the vision, the sound, and all of the other perceptions. It IS the movie that it's watching because without it there to watch the movie there'd be no movie.
But it still seems like me looking at no-me. At the same time it doesn't, though. In the moment there's just the watcher and the watchee creating a sort of circuit like electricity. A search has started up again, but I don't know what for or why, and all I end up finding every single time is that inward me-ness.
I s'pose I'll wrap the book up for now.
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Post by laughter on Jun 12, 2013 8:19:09 GMT -5
(** splash! **)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 8:52:38 GMT -5
Haha.....let the games begin :-)
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Post by Beingist on Jun 12, 2013 9:00:22 GMT -5
*burp* Stupid not-me gets gas.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 9:43:07 GMT -5
Howdy, kids, it's been a while. Just dropping in to let my pregnant doges know what's up. I know how much you care and all. Anyway, with the pool open for the season I've been clocking in a lot more time ATA. And by that I mean it's actually happening again, after a fairly long period of absence. So I'm lying on the water on a raft kinda just breathing and soaking in some sun. Staring at the floor of the pool...it starts feeling like me watching it watching me. Then nothing's watching nothing. Then I'm watching myself. And I don't mean I'm the floor looking up at me, I mean there's a looking inward at this 'me-ness' that sees the things of the world. I'm looking at this me-ness, and wondering what's so special about it that I'm looking at it so much. I'm wondering what exactly it is that makes it feel like a me rather than a not-me. There's a definite feeling of this me looking out at that not-me. This me-ness sees things like a camera lens or a movie film, and as the lone 'identifiable/observable' seeing-thing for the movie/picture, it is part of the movie/picture. It IS the vision, the sound, and all of the other perceptions. It IS the movie that it's watching because without it there to watch the movie there'd be no movie. But it still seems like me looking at no-me. At the same time it doesn't, though. In the moment there's just the watcher and the watchee creating a sort of circuit like electricity. A search has started up again, but I don't know what for or why, and all I end up finding every single time is that inward me-ness. I s'pose I'll wrap the book up for now. The Little Man by Bob Fergeson From early morning coffee to late night herbal tea, We lived for near forever, the Little Man and me. When first I came to travel in this classroom wide and grand, I knew nothing of the coming of this lonely Little Man. But parents, teachers, doctors, the whole damn Helping Herd, Soon created him inside me, As their ancestors had insured. He has no real existence, None that I can see. But could and should and would! Screamed the Little Man in me. Soon I hid myself in pride, Found that fear blocked every door. I was now what I despised! Just as those that’d gone before. The hypnosis worked it’s magic, No peace had I, no stand. Just a mis-identification, I became the Little Man. I took him for a person, Hell, I thought that he was me! He sure could be convincing, that Little Man in me. Then one day it happened, I know not really why, I looked out there below me From some Great Eternal Sky. He didn’t even notice, So busy as a bee, He just kept right on sleeping, but that Little Man ain’t me! One day looking in the mirror, From my bed as I did stand, I receded back behind him, that sleeping Little Man. He didn’t even notice, Just a grain lost in the sand, He can’t look back and see me, that lonely Little Man. I watch him and his pattern, How he blends right in so well, That his life and his surroundings are no different from himself. He has no greater vision, Desire and fear are all he sees. An actor in the TV, that Little Man in me. It’s a sad but true short story, I cry a tear, and so does he, He won’t survive, he lives to die, the Little Man in me.
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Post by mamza on Jun 12, 2013 13:18:31 GMT -5
Haha.....let the games begin :-) Wassat s'posed ta mean? Laughter: *highfive* Beingist: *fart* Max: I like the poem and it seems accurate. No Great Eternal Sky on this end though. Not that that's an issue.
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Post by Beingist on Jun 12, 2013 14:03:18 GMT -5
Haha.....let the games begin :-) Wassat s'posed ta mean? Laughter: *highfive* Beingist: *fart* Max: I like the poem and it seems accurate. No Great Eternal Sky on this end though. Not that that's an issue. Actually, I burped. Farts I reserve for the restroom, and I never take my computer into the restroom.
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Post by mamza on Jun 12, 2013 16:48:34 GMT -5
Wassat s'posed ta mean? Laughter: *highfive* Beingist: *fart* Max: I like the poem and it seems accurate. No Great Eternal Sky on this end though. Not that that's an issue. Actually, I burped. Farts I reserve for the restroom, and I never take my computer into the restroom. I saw what you wrote. ....*fart*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 16:57:03 GMT -5
Haha.....let the games begin :-) Wassat s'posed ta mean? Laughter: *highfive* Beingist: *fart* Max: I like the poem and it seems accurate. No Great Eternal Sky on this end though. Not that that's an issue. I was making a joke about the impending likely hood of a great dissection and offerings of "seeing" and "understanding", and the meaning, and break down of the mechanics (spiritual, mental, & physical) of your experience by various posters here lol Something that, remarkably, hasn't happened yet :-)
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Post by silence on Jun 12, 2013 17:05:47 GMT -5
Haha.....let the games begin :-) Indeed.
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Post by mamza on Jun 12, 2013 18:02:33 GMT -5
Wassat s'posed ta mean? Laughter: *highfive* Beingist: *fart* Max: I like the poem and it seems accurate. No Great Eternal Sky on this end though. Not that that's an issue. I was making a joke about the impending likely hood of a great dissection and offerings of "seeing" and "understanding", and the meaning, and break down of the mechanics (spiritual, mental, & physical) of your experience by various posters here lol Something that, remarkably, hasn't happened yet :-) Well maybe I'm deluding myself here, but I feel as though in the past I've ignored enough people trying to do that that most people don't bother anymore. Most of what I look for when I post here are suggestions on directions to take in my blind endeavors. Why you think a certain direction is good to take doesn't matter to me, but the suggestion itself is worth investigating. Plus I think the only people who read my garbage anymore are people like laughter and Beingist, who happen to be right on point with my usual *somersault*s.
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Post by Beingist on Jun 12, 2013 18:15:23 GMT -5
I was making a joke about the impending likely hood of a great dissection and offerings of "seeing" and "understanding", and the meaning, and break down of the mechanics (spiritual, mental, & physical) of your experience by various posters here lol Something that, remarkably, hasn't happened yet :-) Well maybe I'm deluding myself here, but I feel as though in the past I've ignored enough people trying to do that that most people don't bother anymore. Most of what I look for when I post here are suggestions on directions to take in my blind endeavors. Why you think a certain direction is good to take doesn't matter to me, but the suggestion itself is worth investigating. Plus I think the only people who read my garbage anymore are people like laughter and Beingist, who happen to be right on point with my usual *somersault*s. Yeah, I can't somersault to save my life, but as one so fascinated by Being, I can most certainly understand where the impulsion comes from. So would ZD, I think. Not to exclude him, here.
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Post by laughter on Jun 12, 2013 18:22:39 GMT -5
the water's fine ain't in your mind there's no divine just a line that we see get wavy as we stare at what's right there
but to say it's there in front of us mistates the full sensation bourne of the lack of expectation that we live behind our eyes
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Post by mamza on Jun 12, 2013 18:50:10 GMT -5
True that, nevar 4get the ZD. He seems more to have an attitude of, "Be free" though. Let the canaries go play.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 20:36:12 GMT -5
I was making a joke about the impending likely hood of a great dissection and offerings of "seeing" and "understanding", and the meaning, and break down of the mechanics (spiritual, mental, & physical) of your experience by various posters here lol Something that, remarkably, hasn't happened yet :-) Well maybe I'm deluding myself here, but I feel as though in the past I've ignored enough people trying to do that that most people don't bother anymore. Most of what I look for when I post here are suggestions on directions to take in my blind endeavors. Why you think a certain direction is good to take doesn't matter to me, but the suggestion itself is worth investigating. Plus I think the only people who read my garbage anymore are people like laughter and Beingist, who happen to be right on point with my usual *somersault*s. Well then, thanks for OP :-) I've had and have similar experiences, so you are not alone, it's very common in a way, for those who just let themselves "settle" without "trying" to. I don't really know anything useful for you anymore, so I don't have much to offer you by way of commentary I'm afraid, cept maybe some advice to NOT try and figure anything out about the experience, just be as you are, there's really nowhere to go and nothing to do or learn or figure out ;-) Quite a beautiful OP, thanks for making it.
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