Princess Arabia

I stopped watching all those New Age spiritual mumbo jumbo stuff that's why I don't post those videos anymore. Don't care about none of that stuff. I was blind but now I see. Still delusional, though, neurotic and dis-eased....apparently, oh god, help.

That voice. So touching.

Another weird thing this weird girl just thought of. We all have different fingerprints but one phone can be tapped by all. Meaning we're all tapping away using our fingers on these phones that doesn't seem to care whose finger is tapping, yet fingerprints are unique. I know we're not using our fingerprints to tap,but it's kind of odd how they all work on pretty much all phones and tapping devices. How does facial recognition work too. One device can recognize millions of faces. I wonder if that also goes for animals. Your phone can talk to you and we're looking for things to make sense and to be logical. Whats so logical about a phone being able to tall back to me and I can tell it to go fuck itself and it replies back i didnt get that.. I told Siri to go fuck itself one time just to see what it would say and it replied "I did not get that". Hehe. These are the kinds of things I think about.

I don't know if some do, I don't. Never asked. We can wake up horny, though.

I'm so glad I've freed myself from the entanglement and constant chasing of the tail and running around in an endless loop of trying to find and locate myself. Yes, suffering arises, anger arises, confusion may arise and all those emotions even though some have seeming disappeared for good, but those are all appearing without a need to have to repair and fix them even though the felt sense is still there. Something here understands there's no need to do anything about them and that it's a neurotic need if that's felt. I'm constantly noticing the neurosis, but I make fun of it. I'm having fun with my neurotic self. It doesn't like that though as it wants me to get all serious and panicky about it, but I just let it be and unto the next. I spot easily in others this neurotic tendency because I spot in myself easily. It runs rampant and is having a jolly ole time. Even when the disease has struck again, and fear kicks in, there's still no need to try and fix it. I've done this enough times to notice that it just wants attention and how quickly it goes away when none is given. I don't need to realize myself and there's not even a self to realize. Jesus, if that's not at the height of neurosis, I don't know what is. An orange trying to realize it's an orange. Not going to happen or a bird trying to realize it's a bird....no, no, no neurosis there, only in humans. We're suffering our neurosis and suffering the need to confirm what's not there. Then we turn to others who are our confirmation and look to them for relief of what we're trying to get rid of. It's a never-ending cycle for this neurotic energy. Good news us that's all illusory anyway and no one is actually trapped or chasing their own tail as it's all what's just appearing and appearances, what comes and goes, is illusory; and what's even more amazing is that the illusion isn't really there. No one left out. No one actually trapped and no one really bounded and slaved. That's not good news to that energy but it doesn't really matter because there's no one behind it. Drop a hammer on the foot and the pain is real, then what, what happens, nothing, just pain felt, so what. Anything anyone says about let's see if so and so....so what..then what...shit still shits and tears still fall and feelings seem real and life goes on. Doesn't matter. Take it seriously or not, doesn't matter. Kill me or not, doesn't matter, curse me or not doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Curse me for saying this, then what, call me a nihilist, then what, then what, then what, then what.....you neurotic being you.

That jolt that we feel when the alarm clock scares the shit out of us when it's time to wake up is the sense of self shocking itself back into time. It's not there during sleep and only apparently seems to appear during the waking hrs but seems to need a little time to sense it's way back into existence. Waking someone out of REM sleep, seems to have the same effect. Notice when we wake up from a night's sleep how immediately we need a few minutes to feel fully coherent again. The sense of self slowly coming back in. Nodding off to sleep is the same thing, sense of self slowly drifting away and any jolt of electric to that energy will shock it back into a felt sense. We're constantly going in and out of feeling that sense but unaware that's what's really happening....though not really. In sleep, there's no one to say "I'm asleep", but upon waking, the sense appears that there's someone here; but because it really isn't it needs time to get the tool kit and gather it's thoughts together and start to construct itself again. It's like every time it sleeps and wakes up, it continues the construction process. It may need coffee or meditation or whatever to get the ball a rolling but all it's doing is banging away on an imaginary surface and memory appears to help to continue where it left off. It relies on that for it's continuity. A baby wakes up to no one and no memory and everything is fresh and new (up until a certain age when that felt sense starts to kick in and the I matures). Amnesia patients seem to have lost the memory sense, so for them it's also afresh. The normal human needs others, a tool kit, a construction site, memory and outside confirmation to help in the building process. That's why we're social creatures. Who wants to constantly build alone with no one to admire our creation. That's why loneliness can feel so bad to the worker working on itself. It needs a sense of other to project.

No, I didn't laugh 🤣I confirmed insanity to be a thing and was quite depressed and made an appointment to see a therapist. When I got there this morning, I observed her looking for her reading glasses while wearing her reading glasses, so I left.🤣.....(Jokie pokie).

So, I'm using my phone's flashlight to look for my phone. Using it to look for something else in the dark, then I said where's my phone, then started looking for the phone using the phone's flashlight. Only for a brief minute, though, as I realized it shortly thereafter. It's official.

Bad move. Q-tips just pushes the wax down even further.

Nothing. Silence is the highest teaching. I'm giving you an opportunity to practice it.

Wtf. That ain't no joke. Thet never fall either.

Makes no sense. Life doesn't test itself. Your comment, for anyone interested, is exactly what imagination is. It constantly fantasizes about what isnt.

Lol. This statement doesn't even register. Trying to make it make sense but I just can't.

You just said it indirectly, you narcissist you, hehe.

Such group think. How do you know what you're saying. You've heard it before. If he was dressed in a suit and tie you would think he was a fake or some minister preaching shit. Don't you see this is energy in form. It's a picture of a man in a diaper. So what. He utters some words you've heard in a recording or read. What does that mean; nothing. He fooled all you into thinking he's some special man because he's in a diaper. He must be enlightened, only an enlightened man would be so bold to wear a diaper and seem to speak with such enlightened knowledge. He's no more special than anyone else. He's never uttered a word in his life. He's a mummy who spoke words from the same source you speak from. From the same drug addict on the street. Same source, which is no source. Do you really think this man or any other human speaks from their own accord. No, we're like tape recordings from life. Life speaks to itself and it's saying nothing other than uttering some words from different bodies that life seems to give meaning to. I don't care who reads this and think i'm crazy but you're the crazy one thinking another body is more special than yours and that another body can utter some words that actually change anything existentially. Life is being life and the words I just typed is life and the words I read from you is life and the video Leo made is life with not a single person behind any of it. Now, let's get back to being fooled by this illusion and continue to be mesmerized by it and hallucinate about what am I.

Nice!

I have a strange and weird theory. It's not what we're used to hearing but I'll lay it on you just the same. Not saying it's the case but it popped into my head, and I just wanted to write about it. It's insane but here goes. God is second order. God is everything but that everything is only what's manifested. What's appearing. What is seen, experienced, thought about, felt, imagined and so on and so forth. God is what the me is. The individual, the I AM, the dream, imagination, concepts, ideas, thoughts, everything that we know. Words, language, structures, stories, everything....but it isn't nothing. God isn't no-thing. It's not infinite. It's limited. It's born out of nothing. Nothing is first order. Nothing is the Nothing-head. Nothing is prior to God but nothing is prior to nothing. God is what's experiencing. God is what's talking, being, walking, running, dancing, smiling, yawning, peeing, shitting, typing, learning, teaching, all the verbs. God is issing out of nothing. God is the dream. God is something. It is. Nothing is no-thing. It is not. It is absence. God is presence. God is not truth. Nothing is. God is lost. God is thinking. Thinking it's real. God is a mind but that mind doesn't exist. It's the dream. The dream of life. It's existence. It exist. It stands out. Nothing doesn't stand out. Nothing is 'not happening' God is happening.. I am God, and I am exists. I am stands out. I Am is manifested. I am, me, the individual is God, but that's not real. God isn't real. God is fiction. God is illusion. God is Maya. God is limited. Nothing is nothing. Nothing is not everything. God is. Nothing is happening but God appears and what appears is limited. Nothing is nothing but it's a something that is being God which is every-thing. The Absolute is a thing. It's every-thing. It isn't total. It's totally everything but nothing is totally absolutely no-thing, which is what this is. The Absolute is absolutely limited to being everything but nothing is limitless. The mind is not there. Where is it. It's God, it's nothing being a mind so therefore it's limited. Infinitely limited. Infinity is limited. Limited to being infinite. That's a limitation. For infinity to be totally infinite it cannot be infinite. That's a label, a category. Can infinity be totally and absolutely be finite. No. It's infinite and cannot be any other way. That's a limitation. There you have it. My independent thesis of reality and my absolute crazy theory about God, infinity, the absolute, existence and nothingness. Now I will screw my head back together and think of something else crazy to write about. Hope you enjoyed reading that fantastical theory of everything and nothing.

We seek truth, but truth isn't lost. There's no space between us and truth. Truth is direct. Immediate. It is not in front or close. It is not out there. Truth is what is. If you feel you're a person, that's truth. If you seek enlightenment, that's truth. If you seek happiness, that's truth. If you run from pain, that's truth. If you seek truth, that's truth. If you lie, that's truth. If you're rich, that's truth. If you're poor, that's truth. If you're horny, envious, hateful, loving.......it's all truth. If you agree with this post, that's truth, disagree, that's truth. Truth is what's happening. Show me what's not happening.

I'm doing this to make me happy. I want to achieve such and such so I can be happy. I want to have sex to feel good. I don't want to feel lonely. I want to feel loved. I need a partner to satisfy me. I'm suffering. I want to make more money. I feel like i'm not good enough. How can I be more happy. What would make me happier. How can I achieve happiness. I need less to make me happy. I want more to feel happy. Why aren't I happy. Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss. What about sadness. What about sorrow. What about despair and hopelessness. What about these other emotions. Don't we talk about integration. We say we're all about truth. These are also truths. Why abandon them. Why the bias. Why only seek happiness and leave sadness behind. I want to feel sad. I want to feel hopeless. I want to feel despair and horror. Why not say these things too. Why leave them out. Can't have one without the other. We seek truth but only what serves us. Sadness is also an emotion, yet we seek happiness and don't want to feel sadness. I want truth, we say, yet when we feel sad, we don't like it. We feel happy and we're ecstatic. Do you want truth or do you want what makes you feel good. Suffering is truth. Sadness is truth. Why run from it. Why try to escape it. You don't want truth, you can't handle truth.

Me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me,me. self,self,self,self,self,self,self,self,self,self,self,self,self,self,self. Aren't you sick of it yet. Self this and self that. My,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,my,myself. I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,i,i,i,i,i,i,i,i,i. Me, Myself and I.

As long as I'm looking at a picture, I can do it easily; but from my head, it's a bit more challenging. I googled that hand and drew it from there. I draw best when I'm looking at the thing I'm drawing. Your profile Pic is a good one to draw.

This is some scary shit. I know we say direct experience and all but how is it direct experience when my eyes are seeing the same thing another head with different eyes is seeing. I hear a bang and you hear the same bang with different ears. I know I keep coming back to this revelation but I haven't settled the score yet. Still trying to figure it out and how come nobody else talks about this. Am I missing something here. Two different people with two different noses, smell that burning toast. I look out the window and see the neighbor's dog and my cat sees the same dog with her cat eyes coming from her cat head. I should make a thread about this because I'm really curious about it and since I know no one will respond to this post and explain how that's possible. The only answer to it I see (no pun intended) is the non-duality term "seeing is just happening but by no one". If this is the case, then this is proof that there's no one in these bodies and that we're not really personally experiencing anything and that the senses are not personal. It's just seeing happening. ,How is John seeing this post and Mary also seeing this post with two different heads and two different sets of eyes. If John says those are his eyes and Mary says those are her eyes, then how are they seeing the same things from different heads. At a rally with thousands of people and one speaker, thousands of different sets of eyes see the same speaker and hear the same speaker with different eyes and ears. The sense of sight is active then and the hearing sense for everyone in that vicinity providing those senses are working properly but the sense of touch isn't because if I touch the person's hand that's beside me at the rally, no one else feels that hand but me, but if I see a cat on the roof with my sense of sight, others can also see the same cat. If I'm tasting ice-cream, no one else can taste the ice cream i'm eating, so how is it that it's only the sense of sight and hearing that is shared simultaneously with others.

My power hand. Fight the power. Drawn by me 10yrs ago.

My bookworm artistry. Google bookworm, you'll see it. Drew this around 10yrs ago with a pencil.