Comments on The Peaceful Self.com: Do You Resonate with Bullshit?

"Since it is just our own bullshit, is there ...

2010-03-31T15:41:06.484-04:00

"Since it is just our own bullshit, is there a way we can make the bullshit work for us in teaching us the truth?"

No...simply because it's all bullshit. Just realize that and let the truth fill the void.

Since it is just our own bullshit, is there a way ...

2010-03-31T14:51:10.813-04:00

Since it is just our own bullshit, is there a way we can make the bullshit work for us in teaching us the truth?

Nahnni, "I suppose the only way not to take ...

2010-03-10T07:43:37.512-05:00

Nahnni,

"I suppose the only way not to take death somewhat seriously, is not to feel attachment to anything, even another human being in the sense that if one is not attached (in all the ways we attach to another...companionable, love, bond, et al)one does not mourn loss"

Unless...maybe... there is a non-egocentric attachment that reframes death as not a loss to itself.

"My GrandMother used to say that the intensity of grief was for the young, because Spring can never imagine its Autumn and once you've reached Autumn, you've already seen the dying of the leaves."

Hmmm...that's pretty powerful. A desensitizing Acceptance maybe?

Thanks!
mikeS

I suppose the only way not to take death somewhat ...

2010-03-10T02:56:15.218-05:00

I suppose the only way not to take death somewhat seriously, is not to feel attachment to anything, even another human being in the sense that if one is not attached (in all the ways we attach to another...companionable, love, bond, et al)one does not mourn loss. Even given we mourn our own loss and must face our own fear, it is still a loss of another we have cared for. My GrandMother used to say that the intensity of grief was for the young, because Spring can never imagine its Autumn and once you've reached Autumn, you've already seen the dying of the leaves. Perhaps there is some truth in this. Perhaps one just comes to a point where it just doesn't matter as intensely anymore.

Oy~

Blessings~

Nahnni, "I am learning more and more to simp...

2010-03-08T20:59:31.563-05:00

Nahnni,

"I am learning more and more to simply glide. It's not easy, though. Maybe it's just the best that can be achieved to try and not take it all in...the bullshit, I mean."

Yes, I suppose the best we can do is not to take the bullshit seriously.

Just think how different the world might be perceived...

...if we all believed death was bullshit and not to be taken seriously.

Ha! imagine that...
mikeS

No One, Thanks! Hey wait a minute... did you jus...

2010-03-08T20:55:27.343-05:00

No One,

Thanks!

Hey wait a minute... did you just agree that my blog is bullshit!

: )
mikeS

Hey.....isn't that what Hell is rumored to be?...

2010-03-06T03:27:34.992-05:00

Hey.....isn't that what Hell is rumored to be? Always striving, never knowing, suffering, repetition, lamenting, some dark angel always sneering over one's shoulder reminding one ever of inevitability? I still wait for something to convince me it isn't Purgatory, and all along it may have been the big H itself. Oy, Mike. Kind of worrisome.

But still, I do like to sit on the back lawn on a balsam Summer's evening and just let the gloaming aires sort of sink into an empty head and for a single moment, the "penalty of Adam" doesn't seem to matter. And that is ok, too.

I used to resent Death's line of demarcation on life, its' wretched decay and separation into the depth of silences, but then its just part of whatever it is...nothing or something. I am not convinced that one can say unequivocally that there is no meaning any more than insist there is. I think a lot of it has to do with how one wants to paint the answer to the question one asks. So, the question is never really sincere, because one hopes for the answer one likes...or at least the one relented to. I find that anything that can be shredded is most likely the B as in B and the S as in S or at least ought to be reconsidered. People like to be sheep and always look for a shepherd. It's a womb thing, I'm quite convinced. Those that don't, well, they don't. There seems to be a consequence either way.

I am learning more and more to simply glide. It's not easy, though. Maybe it's just the best that can be achieved to try and not take it all in...the bullshit, I mean.

Blessings Mike,
Nahnni

Well, what's wrong with bullshit, anyway?

2010-03-05T11:26:03.416-05:00

Well, what's wrong with bullshit, anyway?

Willie, Certainly we have to fill up time/space w...

2010-03-05T06:54:30.567-05:00

Willie,

Certainly we have to fill up time/space with something....why not bullshit?

I get that...

and I do that...

...in fact, this "blog" is some really deep "bullshit."

Ha!
mikeS

Christine, "in the meantime, until i thoroug...

2010-03-05T06:51:14.506-05:00

Christine,

"in the meantime, until i thoroughly "get it", bullshit makes pretty good fertilizer - especially when composted ..."

Yep, that's called a "Turd Blossom"
mikeS

I am definitely a bullshit resonator. Don't k...

2010-03-05T05:26:45.111-05:00

I am definitely a bullshit resonator. Don't know if it's on purpose (if there is such a thing as "on purpose") but I do know that I enjoy it. As a matter of fact, just this morning I awoke at 4AM and opened Fingers Pointing Towards The Moon while my brain tried to decide if I wanted to go to work. I found fragrant piles of bullshit interspersed among Wei Wu Wei's sophisticated prose. And where, oh where, IS that bull hiding?

I ain't goin' to work. I get paid anyway, so why bother? Too many bullshit things I need to do.

well... in the meantime, until i thoroughly "...

2010-03-05T00:45:20.298-05:00

well...
in the meantime, until i thoroughly "get it", bullshit makes pretty good fertilizer - especially when composted ...

there can be some enrichment - some good will, some intentions, some generosity... a sense of community.

and some wonderment - being open to surprise - that something new (to me) could arise ... a little bit of something somebody may call magic.

seeds of choices (yeah - scripted conditioned choices) - fertilized by the shit of what i resonate with.

a full life, with many relationships of all sorts explored, and a death with few regrets.