The0Self

I'm telling on you. You said the F word!

The story of evolution seems to show that biology works perfectly imperfectly.

The question doesn't arise unless there's an apparent owner of the body that dies. Nobody owns the body that dies.

It's referred to as removing a thorn with another thorn. But surprisingly, no theory or practice connects with enlightenment at all. Nothing does. Even the more obviously direct techniques such as looking for the looking -- that looking is the very same looking... I AM is an unbreakable, airtight illusion, because there's no illusion to break. If liberation happens (it's recognized there was only ever liberation), the illusion is apparently broken (since it never was real), but when that happens, it's clear that it happened for no apparent reason. The whole time I was single pointedly focused on enlightenment and truth, I was really only perpetuating myself -- doing my absolute best to prevent enlightenment, till the bitter end. It was the saddest and funniest event I could ever imagine.

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Created it back when I was into Ramana Maharshi's teachings. Just put a zero in between to signify infinity. Fuck off.

There's just the unknowable infinite, which has no possibilities, as it's already everything, and nothing in particular. And this is the whole of it -- it is without limit, and too boundless to be defined. There is nothing else, and there is no separation.

Forgiveness can certainly make things seem lighter. But it overlooks the reality: there's nothing to forgive.

I truly hope you don't get banned. That's all I'm gonna say.

The only one that needs is an illusion. I need things in order to persist. Not saying spirituality can't be used to manifest states of blissful happiness. It certainly can be. It's just that it's not needed.

Pain Three Days Grace Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all You're sick of feeling numb You're not the only one I'll take you by the hand And I'll show you a world that you can understand This life is filled with hurt When happiness doesn't work Trust me and take my hand When the lights go out, you'll understand Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Anger and agony are better than misery Trust me, I've got a plan When the lights go up, you'll understand Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd like to feel pain than nothing Rather feel pain I know, I know, I know, I know, I know That you're wounded You know, you know, you know, you know That I'm here to save you You know, you know, you know, you know I'm always here for you I know, I know, I know, I know That you'll thank me later Pain without love Pain, can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain

@ZenSwift Consciousness, or whatever you want to call all there is, is completely empty. It's not looking at anything, and it can't see itself. It just is what it is, which is nothing in particular.

The absolute (if by consciousness you mean all there is) is never aware of or conscious of itself. It just is itself. It can appear as awareness, but that awareness is just an appearance -- the absolute being itself... which is really a lazy way of speaking because it's also completely empty and therefore also not itself.

The looking for the looking is that very looking. It's unbreakable. It seems it can only apparently stop for no apparent reason, in the end. Even when I thought I was 100% dead set on truth and enlightenment, what I was actually doing, the whole time, was perpetuating myself. I wanted to know what it was like to be enlightened -- that never happened. While this is certainly NOT what I was looking for, it also totally is. Forgiveness was a seemingly important part of my path-story -- there was always a delay between the action and the forgiveness, however slight. "I forgive myself for not understanding," etc. Then it was recognized there's only liberation, and there was nothing left to forgive.

Well yes it's an unbreakable illusion because it was never there. What I was looking for was never this, it was always something else, and there isn't anything else. So there's nothing to witness the seeing-through.

This is all allegorical: Eating from the tree of knowing is the experience of separation — a journeyer on a path to Heaven. It is only the journeyer which views some things as better than others and therefore sin as being real. There is no sin apart from the sinners own belief that they did something wrong. And the greatest sin in that story would be leaving Heaven by imagining there’s something else. This is why forgiveness is such a fundamental part of the Bible. There is no sin. The experience of separation is just Heaven/God/wholeness appearing as that.

They ate from the tree of knowledge (of good and evil; duality). Meaning they became self conscious. I am here and therefore there’s something else over there. Which seemingly hides Heaven, which is itself blindly, and thus doesn’t know itself. It doesn’t know right from wrong (or awesome from ordinary) because it is itself and there is no other and no need (and no way) to be anything else — there isn’t anything else. This is everything. And no one knows that. There isn’t anyone separate from everything. There is only the immediate overwhelming simplicity of Heaven blindly and unknowably being what it is — which can’t be objectified or defined because it’s too free and meaningless.

Yes. Self inquiry ? But that would still be me thinking that something needs to happen for me to fall away. A loop/contraction. Nothing ever needed to happen for me to fall away, because I was never there.

? Anyhow, the point I was originally making is simply that the body that dies is not your body. That’s all. The owner of the body is assumed to be a constant... But the only constant is nothing, which is everything constantly changing. The constant and the changing are not two. There isn’t two, period — the awesome is the ordinary, etc.

God loves everything precisely by being everything. It’s overwhelmingly chaotic simplicity.

Oh, spirituality is completely useless. There’s no value to anything at all whatsoever. Life is already complete. And you’re right, except it’s worse than that: nothing works — it can’t work, because nothing needs fixing.

Well there’s nothing here that could even understand that question. So, in a sense, of course not! ? The you referred to is a total dream. However, there is, apparently, life appearing as a human being.

Me always sees in such a way. It lives in reality. Life has no need for me, or reality (which is me). When the body dies, there isn’t anyone in that dying, because there was never anyone alive. There was just what apparently happened. I’m talking about a complete collapse of all ownership, such that no one has a body. The funny thing is, looking back on memories, it’s impossible to find the me anywhere. It simply was never there. There’s only unknowable, un-understandable, unconnected life appearing. And I’m not saying something that you can use as some truth, as this is not what I was looking for; I was looking for something else — there is nothing else.

There is no ego (if you mean "I") here. Just saying. There's just what seems to be happening. There was the illusion of a life, which was an unbreakable illusion because it wasn't there in the first place to be broken. And when it's recognized (by no one, I'm afraid) that it was never there, all that's left is what seems to be happening. Life does not care. It doesn't need to care. So when you refer to death of the body, all I can say about that is that it's what seems to be happening. As in it's not really happening. The only one who would need that to happen is me, so I can go on believing I have a life now -- there's something called death in the future but what I have now is life. As if life actually has some need for that -- it's complete as itself. Did that clear it up?

Life seeming personal, isn't personal. That's basically it. Kind of disappointing, certainly. The personal is already not needed. It's just what appears. Impersonally.