There are many out there today, burning down the house in the ‘desire’ to experience the cold winds of the real. They stand outside watching it burn to the ground and then turn and walk away, with the understanding that they're "done."
Remaining in the comfy warmth of your spirituality keeps the fear at bay, but ignorance is your only reward.
Like cute cuddly cute kittens huddling in a corner, egocentrica mammalia hides in his fabricated symbols, weaving ever more complex and confabulated fictions that fail to veil the death that started at birth and so, he never really lives, but remains in a comfy cozy trance-like state, till death actually awakens him.
You confidently proclaim your spiritually narcissistic blather completely ignorant of the predetermined causal order that gave you life in the first place. You reverently conform to your historically sanctioned sacred rituals and practices (while still proclaiming you've "let go of the past") in the desire to achieve “enlightenment,” a state different than the one your in now, but forget that if there were no oxygen you would not be in the state your in now. You sit in your meditative reverie, seeking to transcend your made-up, mundane fictional realities by rising beyond your repetitively entrenched egocentric thought patterns, ignorant of the fact that if the earth stopped spinning you’d soon drop dead. Yet, your spiritual search allows you to deftly deny the undeniable fact that you would not be sitting in your spiritually self-absorbed, splendor-on-high, searching for some conceptualized nebulous state of blissful ignorance, if it weren't for the fact that gravity keeps your butt firmly attached to the floor.
But none of this matters in your narcissistic search for a more conceptually defined (what words can do it justice?) and higher order of narcissistic self-absorption. Egocentrica mammalian’s are the only life form that chronically seek a state of mind other than the one he is now experiencing and, in a millennium, has yet to find. Alas, will he never surrender his search?
Furthermore, that “enlightenment” you must have experienced had nothing to do with you at all and if your brain were not wired-up exactly as it is, and if you had not had the exact prior experiences you have exactly had, down to the tiniest detail which, thereby, rerouted neuro-networks exactly in the way it did, then the experience you claim as “enlightened,” would be no different than that whizbang, jiggy-yahoo orgasm you had following a night of furious fornication (and that too was predetermined).
When you attain that illustrious shift in consciousness, achieving your enlightened state of divine bliss, can you then quit your day job? If not, then how will you incorporate the bliss of “enlightenment” into shelf stocking at Walmart or enhancing you company's bottom line through expert stock picks? When you ascend to this higher, more sacred, state of consciousness, how will that affect the rest of the world? Will the earth continue to turn on its axis or will it pause in its infinite revolving to marvel at your new found, self-defined, psycho-emotional status?
Or are you victim of socio-culturally programmed neuro-circuitry?
And when that moment, long sought, of “awakening" has you struggling for just the right concepts to describe it to everybody, will you become expertly adept at peddling narcissistic drivel at discount rates on Amazon.com? Apparently, based on a recent historical perspective, the sole purpose of post-modern, spiritual “enlightenment,” or “awakening,” is to facilitate seminars and post vids on Youtube. What other purpose is served?
Does your “enlightenment” mean anything to the rest of the fooking universe or is it just another useless narcissistic brain fart? If it is intended by an egocentric, how can it be anything BUT egocentric? Nevertheless, it does seem the universe has set aside space for your delusions, else, you would not be deluded.
In fact, many bright and “spiritually” maligned minds claim we are approaching a massive shift in “collective consciousness” and they support this by pointing to the numerous social uprisings occurring around the globe (as if social uprisings are a new feature in the history of egocentrica mammalia). They seem to believe that overturning governments is proof that collective consciousness is somehow “spiritually” shifting, rising, transcending, even though each new fictionally defined “government” repeats the patterns of the last (can this not be observed as a definitive historical fact?).
I keep attempting to watch these “shift in consciousness” videos only to struggle to keep my lunch down as the same useless drivel is spouted with reverence by so-called spiritual teachers. I can only ask, does the predetermined natural order, an order that, if it did not exist neither would you, give a fook about your ability to “vote in free elections”?
The causal order that spawned you is indifferent to your constant whining about “freedom” and demonstrates this indifference by shutting off your heart whenever it damn well pleases and you have no fooking freedom to change that. But as long as you still have the full capacity to buy boat loads of plastic Chinese sheit, you proudly proclaim you’re free. No doubt when that “freedom' is absent, you too will seek to overthrow governments. Such is the delusional nature of egocentrica mammalia.
After centuries of evolution, post-modern spirituality still looks to the Mayans for truth. Egocentrica mammalia can fly to the moon and back, but still demands 2nd century Buddism inform him how to conduct his life. Egocentrica has tomes of technologically advanced knowledge stored in countless libraries, with the ultimate potential to save everybody and everything on earth, but still relies on a 2000 year old book for its most significant data on how to organize and conduct his life.
Is egocentrica mammalia a causally ordered fooking joke? If so, why does he take himself so seriously? Why can’t egocentrica laugh too?
Why not choose an ideology that provides evidence to support its facts. Why not look to neuroscience, which is rapidly demonstrating that you have no choice in what you believe, since all belief is provided to you from birth and hard-wired into the fibrous fatty tissue betwixt your ears.
Or look to the ideologies of medicine, which demonstrates that, with billions of hormonal, electro-chemical, cellular, molecular, neuronal, dendritic, etc, etc, actions taking place in the body, there is no point in time for which a ‘self’ makes a choice separate from these processes and all of these processes actually serve to define the exact ‘choice’ being made by that ‘self,’ external to any specific deliberation or intention.
If these processes occur entirely without autonomous egocentric “choice,’ what makes you think a “you” exists at all? If science can determine what you think before you think it, then who or what is actually thinking? Where do your thoughts come from, if not “you”? If it ain’t “I-me,” then who or what is doing all this fooking useless thinking that leads to nothing but more useless suffering?
Is the same WILL that intends the planetary orbit around the sun not evident in you?
I have no more responsibility for the sheit I write on this blog, than you have in complaining about what I write on this blog (in the comment section). But I can see with crystal clarity the predetermined causal factors that have led me to write this ridiculous drivel (and not a serious bone in my bod cares a spit). Can you see the predetermined variables that have led you to leave your insipid comment? Something brought you here and keeps you coming back for more. What electro-chemical impulses are being stimulated? What parts of your brain are literally lighting up as you read this, while for others, not even the barest of sparks?
There are some who are getting very close to understanding this WILL, which is only a hop, skip and a jump to the end of “you.” Those peeps are hanging by a fragile tenuous tether, in which any wrong move could snap it completely.
An egocentric ‘self’ contingent on free-willed, deliberate, intentionally, self-determined choice is like a fart on a windy day, gone before you can get a good waft of the wretched stench, leaving you to wonder…
…did that fart really exist after all?
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