Cross Your Eyes
There is no difference between spiritual and physical. Magic and technology are the same thing.
The unconscious mind creates the conscious, so in this way these are also one.
We’re in a world where the light and dark fight all the time.
Self-centered and greedy characters vs the other-centered and generous.
This fight manifests itself everywhere.
It continues to infinity.
Our Earth’s powerful people, the ones who fight for a side, are wizards of consciousness. They use engineering, art, and teaching to either help others or themselves.
We can all wake up to the choice and make it: light or dark?
Self or other?
The answer lies at the balance between them, since without conflict there is no story and no reason to live.
This can be made real by going back and forth between enjoying pleasure for yourself and helping others find theirs.
The question I now face is this:
What if helping others find pleasure is pleasurable?
It is to me.
That means I’m light side, right?
Ride the waves of contrASt
How deep does it go?
But really, what if everything is an imagination excitement experiment.
In other words, a dream.
Not a new idea.
A vivid yellow spark of joy pulses in space.
Its a tiny sphere.
Perhaps there is life on the surrounding dust.
That started as original and became too contrived.
Red and green dots ranging from an inch to three in diameter float and dance all around me. They sway up and down while leaving a faint after image. They range from barely visible to blinding, with a bell curve distribution.
That’s more original but sort of boring.
A yellow octagonal tube instructed mass consciousness.
Today its invisible bits.
Consciousness lies at the root.
Cycles within cycles.
The freedom to imagine.
The pleading to have time.
The dreams of the pure.
Caught in endless rhyme.
Eh not bad.
Back to meditation 🙂
How do I reconcile and combine the crafter and observer within.
They currently feel at odds.
I want to explore and feel and experience, but I also want to create experiences for others!
Find a way to share my exploration.
This is such a thing.
So is an art show, video game, or anything else you create.
Maybe we should speak in plural to keep everything simple?
Do we want everything to be simple?
Is not the complex more beautiful (though when built on a simple foundation)?
We worry so much about doing things we should do but really don’t want to.
Just doing them is much easier.
Even not doing them and going to live in the wilderness is better than worrying about them all day.
Be done with stress.
Make our decision whether we will submit or be free.
What if greater freedom will come later of we submit for a while?
That’s the tricky situation we find ourselves in now.
We can’t help but look for a third option.
One where we can be free and make money doing it.
I’m reminded of the Ted talk “Go with your gut”. He seemed to have found a way to do what he wanted and make money.
Making clothes he would wear was his answer… It does sound fun…
I can’t help but feel like I would want to do different things all the time.
I can do that through characters and stories but that’s certainly not the same as doing it.
I’m taking in the singular again. Huh.
Doesn’t really matter I suppose.
Fight club told me I have to lose everything before Im free to do anything.
Everything? That’s so hard to give up…
What about creating AI?
That’s a major part of history coming and I can be a part of it if I’m not willing to take no for an answer.
I’m not really sure where to start though. Or if that would bore me to death. How do I make math fun?
If you’re still reading this that’s awesome 😀
It has made me feel better overall.
Even if I end up submitting, at least I expressed myself in a way.
The question I’m still trying to answer:
What could I do 12 hours a day and not get bored of?
I’m surprised I’ve never used this as an outlet to write before.
Well we will see where this portal leads…
We use so many words without really knowing what they mean…
Beauty? Everyone is different.
The English language could use some serious upgrades.
How does one write that into existence? Essays? Stories? Anything?
An upgrade to the English language can come from anywhere.
Probably the internet.
Its so weird that some things cause me no anxiety and others so much…
Why is intense traffic scary at all?
One just does their best to be aware and safe.
I’m really curious how many people will read this.
If you’re reading I’d love a comment 😀
Words have great power.
Do not underestimate language.
It makes us human. Both saved and trapped by our own symbolic thought networks.
What a world.
What a life. I’m a dove.
I’m going to meditate. I’ll be back.