When you become forgiving of forgetfulness,
that's when you are free -
because fearlessness of forgetfulness is the key to anamnesis.
Releasing grip on life is embracing both poles of existence completely.
But we fail to realize this because
Nothing is more powerful a monster than fear,
a monster of fear far greater than the beneficient angel of death.
Death *is* an angel!
but fear is the demon that haunts us.
Fear is what we should be afraid of. Because
Death itself is not the source of our terror -
the total paralysis and captivation by death's eventual inevitability is.
Death itself is beyond pain and joy -
for only through the pain of life can we know the joy of life.
The most extraordinary pain we know is the terror of death.
Yet, we sit, alive - in this moment now perfectly well painlessly,
though gripped psychically by the prospect of being lost in blackness forever when we die.
There is no more pernicious threat to human psychical integrity than
the lifelong escaping and denial of death - which is the same thing as the contest in our lives to find out who can reach the grave fastest.
By our fear we attempt ceaselessly to wrangle death into chains,
to outpace the angel of forgetting by endless series of preparations and defenses,
and yet it is by vice of this attitude that we live our lives like we are bolting toward the grave -
I hope some intelligence out there gets a good laugh watching us damn our demise!
I hope the universe is laughing somewhere.

Maybe that's the test to enter into a higher world of intelligence.
He who should save his life shall lose it.
He who wouldn't save his life will lose it anyway.
The former shall live in fear,
the latter shall live in joy.

Why are we so afraid to look the monster in the eye?
The creature beneath the bed, the shadow brooding in the periphery of our vision, why are we so afraid to look the monster in the eye? Is not the monster alive like you? Does not the monster also see and feel as you do? Of course the monster too has a heart. Of course the monster too is afraid, but of what is the shadow itself afraid?
Perhaps the reason monsters are scary is because we ourselves are the very archetype of terror from their point of view. From the monster's point of view, the being everybody shuns, avoids, is terrified of, won't look at, is for that very reason why that being became a monster.
The eyes are windows of a kind into the true intent of a being.
Next time your afraid of the shadow in the dark, the outline of which may formulate itself into a menacing demon of the mind, recognize that for the sole reason of fear having led to hatred, that another being just like you, an angel, an eternal artform, became a denizen of the darkness - a place in which a total paralysis of fear is always felt. Why? Because this being never grew the courage to let go of courage, becoming naked before the world. This being never found it's own permission. This being never knew love. Seeing into the mind of another being perfectly comes as its expense the reverse truth. To see someone else for who they really are is at the same time to be totally naked yourself in every concievable way.

You cannot see into others without enabling them at the same time to see into you. This may be known as the fluid ether of Truth itself - genuineness, pure honesty and understanding, flowing between all of Us.

To See - to be honest is to be naked, and because we cannot love ourselves for whatever reason, we convert the energy of openness, of lightness, of naturalness, of love into an energy called frusration. By vice of this frustration, we build up defenses. But defenses guard - what are we guarding?

This is an insecurity in all of us.
Love is exactly to let go of those defenses.

Because what we thought we were guarding doesn't exist! Do I have gold somewhere in my soul I'd not like anyone to know about? Am i guarding it? What is it actually I'm guarding?

The energy of defense is the same energy as tension.

Love does not know tension. How in love are you actually with yourself?

I didnt know i was lost until you told me i was thus.

I didnt know i was found until you told me i was thus.

The momentum of indolence is enormous - to move from a paralysis of stillness by vice of our fears, which have a way of immobilizing us.

who have you become?

the wisest learn the hard way -
of course, the burned hand teaches best.

if your word cannot bring peace,
then at least do as little harm as possible -
this sometimes may mean being reduced to non-action,
doing nothing. though doing nothing may seem counter-intuitive,
the alternative (doing something without knowing how to bring peace)
is far worse in view of the disaster that will ensue by virtue of decisions made not only in haste, but because it is generally assumed doing something is better than doing nothing.
Doing nothing.

is that the same as hiding?
I dont think so.
to know when to do something is equally as valuable as knowing when to do nothing.

but then there is unnessary delay

- wait , when is there ever 'necessary' delay?

delay is delay.

it seems i am equally paralyzed by the beautiful, the angelic, the beyond me - as i am the non-preferred.

why the difficulty to absorb each other's wisdom?
noone in particular is wisest.
Wisdom is We. The we of me and you!

Beautiful

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CuvxIX1g6JU

Very nice.

If death brings nothing at all, then it's definitely nothing to worry about. At least that's what I tell myself. I will always exist within this experience. We will always be real. This happened, and that's all that matters. It's easy to talk about being a good person and not getting swept up by emotions and hurting people and making bad decisions. It's easy to realize the possibility of separating yourself from the next thought and not getting lost in yourself. In practice, it's so hard for me. I'm an a**hole sometimes and I hate it. Everything's easy until you're not thinking about it. It's funny how it's so easy to take life for granted.

Peace.

Thanks guys.
Thank you TimeGearingBlocks for sharing that link - i'm listening to it at the moment and it's...
perfect.

Jakup, I agree: we will always exist not-because we are with-in experience but because we are experience itself -
in the same way that the idea of sight seeing is redundant, (we don't see sight; because there is simply seeing itself!)
the idea that we are experiencers experiencing experience is too preposterous, though easily a bamboozling notion, as is obvious by the mass illusion that humans require formal humanity training.


Out of Hell we will climb.

Thank you so much for linking that. You just turned me onto another World!

This came next on youtube as I was typing up my response - and suddenly my heart is tears!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwDKjNurbZM

Death is nothing more than sleeping peacefully, dreaming, or nightmare, (imo). But when we wake up its different, you know your awake when your awake, like a lucid dream but real, actions are controlled and calculated, not just a "merry go round, ill see what happens next" Instead of riding the ride, make your own ride, merry go rounds are boring, I like to go fast but slow down when I need to! That slow, all the time, drives me crazy, but to comparing to a ride I have, there is no description to what I like, just my own.

Nice read by the way Anamnesia!

So glad I could help Anamnesia. That is is great album. That album and black widow are my favorites.






I'm not afraid to die either. We also don't know how we are going to die or what will happen to this part of consciousness when we die. For plenty of living creatures around the world, death is a horrible experience. Imagine a lion pride eating you alive or imagine the Buddhist Monk who set himself on fire. If you believe in having a soul that is in control of your physical body, then where does that entity go when we die. Where does "I" go? Is "I" just spit back through the cycle to relive events I" has lived in another world or does the soul simply just join with the creator thus making "I" a part of the whole. Also what role does death play in the success of the final completion of the universe. Will there be an inevitable death or will there be a kind of eternity that we cannot yet wrap our minds around. If we are evolving, what are we evolving toward?

Anything that can happen
has already happened.
There is no going forward.
There is no going backward.
If i move, I am still.
If i sit, I am movement still.
If i am, I am everywhere.
Nothing can be simpler.
Silent still in the middle of Me,
I am at rest only when I am in motion.

If think therefore i am then everywhere I am.
I think there from where you think you think -
I'm there inside the Inside of your thought.
It is not i that writes but You behind what You are fooled is you;
same is it the mind that never knows it Is!

Creator on the other side?
Are we not the Light beyond which there isn't we?
The role death should play in the end is nothing.
Never is always is never,
and there never was forever
except the limitlessness of never-always-ever.

Death plays no role because Light knows no mask.
Because if you understand you are Light
you know you'll never die.

There is neither inevitable death nor immortality
except that which you know in You.

Evolution. Of what? of what to where.
The question itself is a signature of our thought,
thought that has evolved on the shoulders of billions of years of evolution -
through the realm of physics in the beginning stretching the boundaries of information -
and compressing the infinitum of the sons and daughters of information -
via the creation of novel ways of binding together data.
Think of Information as a creature whose breath is the diamondal tao of hyperspace.
This creature is the only process that exists.
This creature is not a thing, it is a process.
And this process is called evolution.
Information, in order to proceed with evolution, requires a substrate upon which is can lock itself onto -
and if all there are are hydrogen atoms around, then this creature consumes this sea.
Eventually there are suns. Eventually there are galaxies.
Eventually there are planets. Eventually there is chemistry.
Abiogenesis is ignited by the informational limit of chemical evolution.
Information transcends the limitations once again of it's previous substrate.
This time it's called biology. Biology becomes the new substrate upon which the informational conquest of dimensionality, of the diamond of space-time, sinks its teeth. Billions of years pass. Single-celled organisms. Millions of years pass. Global extinctions take place a multitude of times. Informational conquest is reset. The decks are reshuffled. The substrate call biology by becoming fragile encourages development of new mechanisms to transcend future limitations.
Introduce primates. Hundreds of kinds appear. Information seeks the best among this selection of monkeys. Information learns to embed itself in the plant kingdom. Information leaps taxonomic boundaries from fungi to monkey to environment. Computation in the form of cognition becomes the latest substrate. Cognition is catalyzed by diet. Natural selective forces and encouragement of cooperation as distinct from stupid competitive strategy. Cognition then finds out about itself. Now Information has leaped double an order of magnitude - awareness has turned in onward itself - like a sphere turning itself inside out. Technology advances. Brain imaging, computational neuroscience, nanotechnology, artificial intelligence, deep learning are merging. Information is doubling. Information is doubling faster and faster.

The most powerful force of transformation in the universe is intelligence.

Information leads to Intelligence which is Imagination.
Death is not real because the Imagination is all there is.