we got a accidental delete of a very long post
stuff on the way
Saturday, December 6, 2008
The Holy Moment
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btHzhVATKhA&feature=related
The Holy Moment
The context here means something of an understanding between two people, maybe more. The more people you have, the more intense the sensation.
Do you have to revere that which you cannot attain/Ramana Maharshi
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------enjoyed
tha we it's a pretty good story, really it was all about perception, and how changing it changes our lives, especially events (you know) that do things to the way we see the world. Ramana knew that his time was running out, and I guess he knew that he made to make it worth it. Maybe he died happier because of it, a life that meant something. Who knows?
tha we it's a pretty good story, really it was all about perception, and how changing it changes our lives, especially events (you know) that do things to the way we see the world. Ramana knew that his time was running out, and I guess he knew that he made to make it worth it. Maybe he died happier because of it, a life that meant something. Who knows?
If guilt be your god, then life is hell
Guilt is the most common form of self-inflicted pain, and is also the most delusional. To feel pain as a result of doing something that you feel goes against strict codes that are not your own, you feel this strange sense of pain; like you have forsaken a deep-seated belief or something. Yes, guilt has its reasons, but people today who feel guilt (especially gandhi) do not really need to feel guilt; it is more crippling then educational. This type of guilt often comes into the minds of spiritual people often; it is as if they need atonement for "sins" done wrong. Truly, this guilt is all imaginary and has no grounds in anything whatsoever. It is all in the head. Here's a hint: God, the source, Allah, Jahwei- these are all branches of the same all-loving benevelent tree- and this tree forgives, it has no reason to cash judgment; for the mere word judgment implies a weak sense of character- not something of an all-powerful, all-wise god. There is no such thing as guilt from god, only guilt from ignorance and incorrect views; change the bad keep the good, keep your behavior in line and follow what feels right, you'll do fine.
"Not knowing and , I know!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5T7qEdrZvT4&feature=related
that's actually an interesting series. Not knowing and I know are supposed to be complete opposites, right? Watch how perception forms our language.
that's actually an interesting series. Not knowing and I know are supposed to be complete opposites, right? Watch how perception forms our language.
"The Path not Taken"
It's the one that you know for sure you were meant for- even if no one else will understand. The hard part is that it is partly a "personal trip", meaning that you're the only one at the wheel of your dream. One way to know that its the path, and not another hoax of the phantom mind, is to investigate: think about it for a bit, and analyze. If it ends serving others as best to your ability, then that it is the 'road to salvation.' Nuff said.
The Astonishing Hypothesis
A great hypothesis is good in the field of the mind, yet a great mind is a great example of it
/What you want is a steady balance between physical and spiritual, in which the human mind is given credit for the lengths it can go to be whole again, and the ego, which is insisting to force these ant-like barriers around us, caging our desire to be free, just stifling us as human beings.
/What you want is a steady balance between physical and spiritual, in which the human mind is given credit for the lengths it can go to be whole again, and the ego, which is insisting to force these ant-like barriers around us, caging our desire to be free, just stifling us as human beings.
End of Faith
People of the Christian faith believe that Jesus Christ is about to
set foot here on earth again known as the Second Coming. Some
believes that it will be fifty years later and some believes it will
be fifty years or less. And it was stated that forty-four percent
who believes in this Second Coming of Jesus Christ are politicians.
For me, I think people make things way too complicated in life. In
the Bible it states that no one in the world knows when Jesus is
going to come again. No one knows, it can either be today, tomorrow,
or even the next century. It puzzles me that people put so much
worry about the Second Coming. If they are a true Christians, they
just have to live their life according to the Bible and not have to
worry about it. If you are worried, then deep down inside you know
that there is something rotten that you need to cleanse from the
wdwdwd
Truthfully speaking, a lot of people put so much emphasis into a "second jesus" that it sounds almost remotely possible... a lot of other cultures believe in a second coming as well, including older religions like Hinduism and Buddhism... actually, reincaarnation is popular in these traditions, so there would probably have to be a second, a third, a fourth....
And this entirely negative "end of the world" nonsense, again another misinterpretation; the end of the world is supposed to be a good thing. it is an evolutionary thing. No it doesn't mean fire and brimstone, people dying left and right, and nations falling and rising, people dying by the millions for others' greed... wait a minute... its already happening... yes, this world has been screwed up for many years, and we have just become used to it. War has always been there, it will be in the future. We have always had a 9-5. If you don't have a hard work ethic, you don't account to much in society. All these notions that make up this world will one day come to an end, when they cease to be useful and play a role in our lives. That is the buddhist end of the world; armageddon is approaching, just not in the way you think. Great people have led the way for others to come, so... you know how that goes, and that's that. There is an apocalypse, but it's not the crazy revelation that we all gone die. That sounds a lot more logical then the four horsemen from hell on a flaming comet.
The Argument for Vegetarianism
Very simple:
It's not that I love animals; I just hateplants.
People of the Christian faith believe that Jesus Christ is about to
set foot here on earth again known as the Second Coming. Some
believes that it will be fifty years later and some believes it will
be fifty years or less. And it was stated that forty-four percent
who believes in this Second Coming of Jesus Christ are politicians.
For me, I think people make things way too complicated in life. In
the Bible it states that no one in the world knows when Jesus is
going to come again. No one knows, it can either be today, tomorrow,
or even the next century. It puzzles me that people put so much
worry about the Second Coming. If they are a true Christians, they
just have to live their life according to the Bible and not have to
worry about it. If you are worried, then deep down inside you know
that there is something rotten that you need to cleanse from the
wdwdwd
Truthfully speaking, a lot of people put so much emphasis into a "second jesus" that it sounds almost remotely possible... a lot of other cultures believe in a second coming as well, including older religions like Hinduism and Buddhism... actually, reincaarnation is popular in these traditions, so there would probably have to be a second, a third, a fourth....
And this entirely negative "end of the world" nonsense, again another misinterpretation; the end of the world is supposed to be a good thing. it is an evolutionary thing. No it doesn't mean fire and brimstone, people dying left and right, and nations falling and rising, people dying by the millions for others' greed... wait a minute... its already happening... yes, this world has been screwed up for many years, and we have just become used to it. War has always been there, it will be in the future. We have always had a 9-5. If you don't have a hard work ethic, you don't account to much in society. All these notions that make up this world will one day come to an end, when they cease to be useful and play a role in our lives. That is the buddhist end of the world; armageddon is approaching, just not in the way you think. Great people have led the way for others to come, so... you know how that goes, and that's that. There is an apocalypse, but it's not the crazy revelation that we all gone die. That sounds a lot more logical then the four horsemen from hell on a flaming comet.
The Argument for Vegetarianism
Very simple:
It's not that I love animals; I just hateplants.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Post #3
Einstein and Spooky Physics
There is an old joke where einstein asks god the question of particle relativity, and god answer, "I am not a wizard, I'm a programer. That particle interdependence you're talking about, that's a bug." Maybe searching into the secrets of the universe too hard could make a man go crazy, or maybe it could just reveal another dangerous weapon that could change the face of mankind. Either way, many secrets are still left to be found in the realm of science... and you would be hard-pressed to find something like it. However, it seems the more we know about science, the "less" we know about ourselves; or, the more we know about ourselves, the less we know how to "cure" our "disease": the human mind.
There is an old joke where einstein asks god the question of particle relativity, and god answer, "I am not a wizard, I'm a programer. That particle interdependence you're talking about, that's a bug." Maybe searching into the secrets of the universe too hard could make a man go crazy, or maybe it could just reveal another dangerous weapon that could change the face of mankind. Either way, many secrets are still left to be found in the realm of science... and you would be hard-pressed to find something like it. However, it seems the more we know about science, the "less" we know about ourselves; or, the more we know about ourselves, the less we know how to "cure" our "disease": the human mind.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
random rants of the week
faint of heart please go to youtube.com/oprahwinfrey
all posts written by collin sirola;
offending people since 1988
There are many reasons why these pseudo-religious folk want to promote the idea of intelligent design- and, like many reasons found to support a strongly held belief, are pointless; there is no arguing with them. We could argue over numbers, figures, scientific evidence and everything under the sun- all the while avoiding the brass tax- the primary reason these people don't want to give up their beliefs. To sum it up, it goes a little something like this:
Religion is held to be the last great mystical thing in this universe, and intelligent design is more or less its stronghold in human society; without it, the god belief becomes "weakened" at the core- technically speaking, with the widespread popularity of Darwinism, faith becomes something now only seen on paper- it is not as 'real' as it used to be. That's the real reason these people are afraid of Darwinism, and that's why this debate will last centuries if not resolved properly. Quite frankly, any faith that has to be fought or defended cannot be truth; humor me for a moment. Apples are red. That needs no defending. No one would go on a national campaign to force people to start seeing apples as red. It's already true. It is when I say that apples are orange and others disagree with me, bring me strong scientific evidence to the contrary, that I start getting very angry, and we all know what happens when ignorant people get mad; better bring a fire extinguisher and some cyanide pills. Truthfully, whether or not God created the universe through spells and magik (that's not a typo) or he did it through the genius of natural selection doesn't matter- honestly, if Christians would just embrace science like other religions (ahem.. Buddhists) God would have a much more prominent place in the modern world. Instead, he is fading away quicker then a pro ball player in a motorcycle accident, along with astrology and the backstreet boys. (Actually I hear they're making a comeback.) Either way, if you could get so flustered about something that seems to be so right, chances are... it doesn't really exist. Because if it did, it certainly wouldn't need a little grom like you to uphold it. Seriously.
Yes.
From the most famous philosopher of all time.
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
-sid g.
it is amazing how far technology has come along. the concept of
artificial intellegence is mind blowing, very possible, and may come
sooner than expected. i cant understand why anyone would want a
mirror like the one from snow white, but the possibilty of it all
makes me realize that i am just a meat bag that can be replicated
Following the meatbag theory of human psyche, we come to the final lap; the reason why philosophy and religion's popularity has been waning in recent years:
"What's in it for me?"
Go ahead, call me a self-centered prick, but in the end I want to know how I, collin milton sirola, is going to benefit off any knowledge gained here. The meatbag theory is a great idea to juggle and have fun with, and it is quite interesting, but when the conversation is over and the buzz starts to wear off, what am I left with? Meaningless information about a part of my body that I have never even seen, don't really care how it works as long as it works, and quite frankly don't use too often? It doesn't help me in my quest for super galactic inter-planetary spacial geographic geometrical oneness; it doesn't help me in my journey to amass as much material comfort as my body can enjoy; and it certainly doesn't help me get laid. Interesting information, but like most things taught, it is missing the other half. And yes, you guessed it, the all-knowing spit-shine streetwise guru is going to let the other half out.
Here it is:
Regardless of whether or not this glorified bag of chemicals that populate this planet is really a bag of chemicals or some sort of celestial object doesn't make a difference worth a damn. Really. What matters is that even though we may be a.i. ourselves, and endowed with more gifts then Jesus on Christmas (or spring, so I've heard) it doesn't metter because we've made life so terrible for each other that to this DAY we can't even feed our own population. So argue away all you want about who we are and what are essence is, your just another religious kook unless you seriously understand that helping others on a mass scale is the only way to really rise above this glorified meat bag that we seem to be. F*k any religious man who doesn't understand this, because he's better off collecting bottles and brandy then indoctrinating people with his willful ignorance. And yes, we may be all chemical and flesh, but we still can feel pain and despair. That alone signifies that we are above machines- which was a good lecture on Doc Lane's part (had me stumped) and if we can all feel pain and despair, we can also have the ability to understand what that is like- something a machine can never do, no matter how many nerds you hire. And if we can understand pain and suffering, then we can dedicate ourselves to alleviating it- which is, all philosophical ramblings aside, the purpose that we were put on this earth to do. Its really that simple. And once we realize that is what we were put here to do, then everything gets better. At the same time. The more "responsible" about our job we are, the more we get rewarded. Very simple system. Almost... too simple. But I think i do remember someone saying that genius is in simplicity.
The problem about living in a paradise like shangri la stems from the consciousness of knowing that while you enjoy the most sublime pleasure and peace, millions suffer outside its walls. Therefore, true accomplishment aludes the spiritual seeker in search of ultimate realization: there is no pleasure to be had, lying in a comfortable bed of fire.
What is the appropriate behavior for a man or a woman in the midst of this world, where each person is clinging to his piece of debris? What's the proper salutation between people as they pass each other in this flood?
all posts written by collin sirola;
offending people since 1988
----The BIG DEBATE over INTELLIGENT DESIGN and UNINTELLIGENT DESIGN---
There are many reasons why these pseudo-religious folk want to promote the idea of intelligent design- and, like many reasons found to support a strongly held belief, are pointless; there is no arguing with them. We could argue over numbers, figures, scientific evidence and everything under the sun- all the while avoiding the brass tax- the primary reason these people don't want to give up their beliefs. To sum it up, it goes a little something like this:
Religion is held to be the last great mystical thing in this universe, and intelligent design is more or less its stronghold in human society; without it, the god belief becomes "weakened" at the core- technically speaking, with the widespread popularity of Darwinism, faith becomes something now only seen on paper- it is not as 'real' as it used to be. That's the real reason these people are afraid of Darwinism, and that's why this debate will last centuries if not resolved properly. Quite frankly, any faith that has to be fought or defended cannot be truth; humor me for a moment. Apples are red. That needs no defending. No one would go on a national campaign to force people to start seeing apples as red. It's already true. It is when I say that apples are orange and others disagree with me, bring me strong scientific evidence to the contrary, that I start getting very angry, and we all know what happens when ignorant people get mad; better bring a fire extinguisher and some cyanide pills. Truthfully, whether or not God created the universe through spells and magik (that's not a typo) or he did it through the genius of natural selection doesn't matter- honestly, if Christians would just embrace science like other religions (ahem.. Buddhists) God would have a much more prominent place in the modern world. Instead, he is fading away quicker then a pro ball player in a motorcycle accident, along with astrology and the backstreet boys. (Actually I hear they're making a comeback.) Either way, if you could get so flustered about something that seems to be so right, chances are... it doesn't really exist. Because if it did, it certainly wouldn't need a little grom like you to uphold it. Seriously.
-----IS FUNDAMENTALISM A MENTAL DISEASE?--------
Yes.
From the most famous philosopher of all time.
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
-sid g.
-------THE 1/0 THEORY OF THE HUMAN MIND & MEAT BAG----
it is amazing how far technology has come along. the concept of
artificial intellegence is mind blowing, very possible, and may come
sooner than expected. i cant understand why anyone would want a
mirror like the one from snow white, but the possibilty of it all
makes me realize that i am just a meat bag that can be replicated
-"jtthaung"
Following the meatbag theory of human psyche, we come to the final lap; the reason why philosophy and religion's popularity has been waning in recent years:
"What's in it for me?"
Go ahead, call me a self-centered prick, but in the end I want to know how I, collin milton sirola, is going to benefit off any knowledge gained here. The meatbag theory is a great idea to juggle and have fun with, and it is quite interesting, but when the conversation is over and the buzz starts to wear off, what am I left with? Meaningless information about a part of my body that I have never even seen, don't really care how it works as long as it works, and quite frankly don't use too often? It doesn't help me in my quest for super galactic inter-planetary spacial geographic geometrical oneness; it doesn't help me in my journey to amass as much material comfort as my body can enjoy; and it certainly doesn't help me get laid. Interesting information, but like most things taught, it is missing the other half. And yes, you guessed it, the all-knowing spit-shine streetwise guru is going to let the other half out.
Here it is:
Regardless of whether or not this glorified bag of chemicals that populate this planet is really a bag of chemicals or some sort of celestial object doesn't make a difference worth a damn. Really. What matters is that even though we may be a.i. ourselves, and endowed with more gifts then Jesus on Christmas (or spring, so I've heard) it doesn't metter because we've made life so terrible for each other that to this DAY we can't even feed our own population. So argue away all you want about who we are and what are essence is, your just another religious kook unless you seriously understand that helping others on a mass scale is the only way to really rise above this glorified meat bag that we seem to be. F*k any religious man who doesn't understand this, because he's better off collecting bottles and brandy then indoctrinating people with his willful ignorance. And yes, we may be all chemical and flesh, but we still can feel pain and despair. That alone signifies that we are above machines- which was a good lecture on Doc Lane's part (had me stumped) and if we can all feel pain and despair, we can also have the ability to understand what that is like- something a machine can never do, no matter how many nerds you hire. And if we can understand pain and suffering, then we can dedicate ourselves to alleviating it- which is, all philosophical ramblings aside, the purpose that we were put on this earth to do. Its really that simple. And once we realize that is what we were put here to do, then everything gets better. At the same time. The more "responsible" about our job we are, the more we get rewarded. Very simple system. Almost... too simple. But I think i do remember someone saying that genius is in simplicity.
------------THE LOST HORIZON-------------
The problem about living in a paradise like shangri la stems from the consciousness of knowing that while you enjoy the most sublime pleasure and peace, millions suffer outside its walls. Therefore, true accomplishment aludes the spiritual seeker in search of ultimate realization: there is no pleasure to be had, lying in a comfortable bed of fire.
---THE END-ALL ANSWER TO "WHY ARE YOU A VEGETARIAN?"-
not because i love animals, but it is because i sincerely have a grudge against plants.
What is the appropriate behavior for a man or a woman in the midst of this world, where each person is clinging to his piece of debris? What's the proper salutation between people as they pass each other in this flood?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The Parologue
[I Began writing this story years ago, based loosely on a mythical adventure set in modern time that fuses all religion and cultural affairs together with a strange guide named "sid and a young man named C- both of whom are on a quest to unit the "round table", or the "NAS" (new age shepherds) either way, it has an interesting premise. This book is titled, "The Trip."
~P.2, Parologue~
This was the summer of '08, hot and dry as it got on the left coast; the night was louder then the day, and the suburbs of los angeles echoed with a mix of crickets, gunfire, and police siren, all in a harmonic melody of discontent; you could almost feel the atmosphere inflating the zip as parker's faded ass fingers struggled to open what appeared to be the most complicated struggle of this millenia.
I had done it only once before in my life, and from what we could gather from the grapevine this shit was straight fire; west coast style, no bullshit- some dude had made it in his attic; some frankenstein ass fool with too much time on his hands and way too much product made stronger and stronger dosages, in a sort of cultish attempt to bring enlightenment to his fellow urban trippers: no one who took a hit of this and did it right came back the same man, he said; no one. You could be buddha, he said. No shit. Tell me about it.
So I'm with my boy parker, but we call him PK, fat cat, chill guy; probably stage one on the level of sketchy drug addicts, he probably couldn't tell a crack pipe from a glass pipe. Hustles harder than all of us combined though, and he loves for our party supplies- shit, I can't complain. I know for a fact though this fool never fried in his life; I was mildly anticipating if he was gonna serve his eggs easy, over hard, or scrambled- get me aha| Then there's bones, still whiter than white gets, but she's cool; reason we got this kickback on has to do with her relocation to vegas, or laughlin, or some other trailer trash desert town in the middle of fuck me hard Egypt, where dirtbikes and kmk each have a museum and a hall of fame, where dudes jerkoff to old episodes of baywatch and chicks sell kidneys to get breast augmentation, where kids want to grow up to be motorcycle technicians and buffet bus boys, which is the "NORM". She hates the willful ignorance; the drunken stupidity; the bullshit friends. Most of all, she hates the meth. Meth, meth, meth, meth meth. Problem is, that's what middle America is like- there are no more "small, wholesome, do-gooder towns like there used to be; (debatable) now we're all just one steaming pile of drug addicts and junkies, with varying levels of class involved. At least us 'city boys' aren't all tweaky and slang to kids to support a baaad habit.
None too son bones look at us, gave a smile and dropped her first tab. There was a silent cheers- a communion of sorts, before we both crossed the threshold between the two worlds.
---
I took the first tab and dropped it write between my front teeth and lips. I chewed on it every now and then, but most of the time it just lay there, plotting. Whatever it was, it0 was doing its thing. I was getting the hiffy jitters, the feeling that shakes you to the core. i was interested in what the night was going to have in store for me- something I usually don't think about. Wait a minute, what was I thinking about?
Then Suddenly
all of it
broke
loose!
I was mad out of control. I felt that my heart was spitting rat death into my veins- my brain was literally frying! I felt everything go through my body: cold, hot, anger, lust, love, pain, jealousy, sadness, happiness, complete and utter ecstasy and at the same time dissassociation, pain, complete and utter loneliness, fear, total unbelievable fear; it screamed at me with all the feelings in to a moment of total unequaled jump off an airplane; flying lower and lower altitudes but never ending just the same. At the speed of a thousand miles an hour and the distance of a thousand miles, I could barely tell where I was going to land. But I knew one thing was for certain: It wouldn't be the same place that I had left.
~P.2, Parologue~
This was the summer of '08, hot and dry as it got on the left coast; the night was louder then the day, and the suburbs of los angeles echoed with a mix of crickets, gunfire, and police siren, all in a harmonic melody of discontent; you could almost feel the atmosphere inflating the zip as parker's faded ass fingers struggled to open what appeared to be the most complicated struggle of this millenia.
I had done it only once before in my life, and from what we could gather from the grapevine this shit was straight fire; west coast style, no bullshit- some dude had made it in his attic; some frankenstein ass fool with too much time on his hands and way too much product made stronger and stronger dosages, in a sort of cultish attempt to bring enlightenment to his fellow urban trippers: no one who took a hit of this and did it right came back the same man, he said; no one. You could be buddha, he said. No shit. Tell me about it.
So I'm with my boy parker, but we call him PK, fat cat, chill guy; probably stage one on the level of sketchy drug addicts, he probably couldn't tell a crack pipe from a glass pipe. Hustles harder than all of us combined though, and he loves for our party supplies- shit, I can't complain. I know for a fact though this fool never fried in his life; I was mildly anticipating if he was gonna serve his eggs easy, over hard, or scrambled- get me aha| Then there's bones, still whiter than white gets, but she's cool; reason we got this kickback on has to do with her relocation to vegas, or laughlin, or some other trailer trash desert town in the middle of fuck me hard Egypt, where dirtbikes and kmk each have a museum and a hall of fame, where dudes jerkoff to old episodes of baywatch and chicks sell kidneys to get breast augmentation, where kids want to grow up to be motorcycle technicians and buffet bus boys, which is the "NORM". She hates the willful ignorance; the drunken stupidity; the bullshit friends. Most of all, she hates the meth. Meth, meth, meth, meth meth. Problem is, that's what middle America is like- there are no more "small, wholesome, do-gooder towns like there used to be; (debatable) now we're all just one steaming pile of drug addicts and junkies, with varying levels of class involved. At least us 'city boys' aren't all tweaky and slang to kids to support a baaad habit.
None too son bones look at us, gave a smile and dropped her first tab. There was a silent cheers- a communion of sorts, before we both crossed the threshold between the two worlds.
---
I took the first tab and dropped it write between my front teeth and lips. I chewed on it every now and then, but most of the time it just lay there, plotting. Whatever it was, it0 was doing its thing. I was getting the hiffy jitters, the feeling that shakes you to the core. i was interested in what the night was going to have in store for me- something I usually don't think about. Wait a minute, what was I thinking about?
Then Suddenly
all of it
broke
loose!
I was mad out of control. I felt that my heart was spitting rat death into my veins- my brain was literally frying! I felt everything go through my body: cold, hot, anger, lust, love, pain, jealousy, sadness, happiness, complete and utter ecstasy and at the same time dissassociation, pain, complete and utter loneliness, fear, total unbelievable fear; it screamed at me with all the feelings in to a moment of total unequaled jump off an airplane; flying lower and lower altitudes but never ending just the same. At the speed of a thousand miles an hour and the distance of a thousand miles, I could barely tell where I was going to land. But I knew one thing was for certain: It wouldn't be the same place that I had left.
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