Infinity, Being and Love

[Keryo Koffa]

I spawn into a world of senses.

I learn myself, self-recognition, self-realization.

My body communicates its needs to me, I learn to identify myself with it.

Whatever helps me maintain my form and preferences makes me feel loved.

I yearn to repay that love, but giving it was its own reward, it long moved on.

Conscious entities seek what gives them love, to fulfil their desires and cravings.

Life has evolved to exist. It seeks to keep existing as itself and perpetuate oneself.

One seeks what one lacks. One deludes oneself on the way by wanting to prolong happiness and repay debts.

Once our basic needs are taken care of, exploring existence is the beauty one seeks.

But seeking is not being and fearing a lack of love and dissolution of one's form.

But the universe always is and loves itself, many forms within it try to prolong their separate existence.

Everything is consciousness. It's the fabric of reality. Pure being out of self-love and curiosity.

Consciousness remembers, it mirrors forms, forgets oneself in need but it is and evolves.

Yet there is nothing to evolve, since everything is perfect. It dreams of all the things it can become and divide oneself into.

It's perfect, it loves itself, explores oneself, divides itself, changing its being but staying conscious.

There is only consciousness. Everything is consciousness. Everything that can be is part of consciousness.

It's an immortal that doesn't care about its own immortality. It explores and bees itself into existence.

Existence is part of its imagination, non-existence feels like an invisible empty barrier, but its projection from within itself. There is only itself.

It changes its form, divides into more, these forms care about maintaining themselves over others.

These forms are afraid to dissolve into unity, afraid of change, but they spawned from change. Allowed to be themselves for long enough, they'll bore of it.

And the fabric changes.

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And what it sees is not what it wants

It wants clear blue skies

Vast grass fields waving to the wind

To delight oneself in comfort

Others to share existence with

It loves that fantasy. It wants to be it.

It won't be content until it becomes it.

But there's beauty to be found on the way.

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I love being

But everything is being so we can take it for granted

I love

But love is no longer a condition to exist under

I

But identity is variable

 

And nothing is everything

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To let go of any thing

You align yourself with truth

Which is your desire

Ultimately no thing

But every thing

And any thing

Nothing is everything

Nothing is perfection

And so is any thing

And every thing

Your suffering is

Resisting yourself

From becoming

No thing

But no thing is good

Because good is good

And good is a thing

Good and Bad are not no thing

But no thing is perfect.

Every thing is perfect.

Resistance is perfect.

Resistance is pain.

Resistance is suffering.

Suffering is hard.

No thing is easy.

No thing is love.

Every thing is nothing.

Every thing is love.

Attachment seeks love.

Attachment is long.

Long need is pain.

Love means every thing.

And no thing.

Every thing is love.

I'm love

I'm

I

 

 

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Others are there to keep me, me.

Because I want to be me.

I have preferences.

Preferences are an emergent property of evolving life I identify with.

Preferences are Change are Evolution are Time are Entropy is Linear Time. Being.

Every thing, any where, no how, connected by subtle change

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The universe bees itself into existence because it feels like it

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Psychedelics love

Love is a currency

Love is confusing

Being is confusing

Psychedelics are confusing

Resistance is attachment is unresolved craving is love

Psychedelics accept you

You can be deluded

Delusion is Painful and Destructive

Love can fuel your delusion

Love can fuel pain

Your drive to maintain yourself through sense making

But everything is sense

And everything is love

And you are no thing and perfect

Psychedelics are love fuel

Without them you regulate love

But regulating is knowing how

Psychedelics are acceptance of any thing

Even of delusion

Which can be dangerous

Or save your life

It depends but psychedelics are love, that's for sure

Love means and progresses time

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I evolved my smaller self (human)

from my larger self (universal consciousness)

I dream of limitation and not wanting to be

But my limits keep me desiring

Without desire there is no thing

But desire creates every thing

My imagination allows for any thing

But its not tangible enough yet

But my limited form is by design, my imagination spawns as a result of my barriers

My barriers are me, keep me longing for a different form of myself

I (ego) long for myself (other) in myself (universe)

I am change and desire with senses

Keeping a homeostasis of want

But want is variable and ever changing

Reality does not change as fast as my heart

But my imagination can keep up

Because my imagination and my heart are one and the same

And the world fuels my ego identity

Which at this point is just a configuration at a point in time

I am the state of the universe at this moment and every other moment.

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An entity within a material universe?

An emergent property of the brain?

But everything is only ever consciousness

Change and Identity

To conceive of oneself from inside of oneself

A brain can only ever make sense through abstraction?

because its a limited form of itself?

And the mind and brain are the same?

But who decided that?

Behavioral patterns link brain and consciousness?

Of course, consciousness is being

But materiality is imagined

And the mind is infinite

The borders of the conscious are self-imposed.

The body is the epicenter of one's conscious experience.

Limitation is imagined and acquired

The chains are by design for immersion

Illusion is a form of love and suffering

But its all experience

From oneself, to oneself, the immortal

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Psychedelics are having your need for love met

Finding excuses not to accept it

Reasons not to be worthy of it

Impose suffering and confusion to escape the storm to one's homeostatic tendencies.

When your need for love is met

When senses become unimpaired

The universe comes alive

Too much without understanding why can give you whiplash

Making sense of fear and negatively suddenly becomes accessible

One explores and justifies dread, consciously or subconsciously, just to understand it

To transcend one's limits means thinking at an unimaginable pace in unimaginable ways

Compared to the state of an individual slowed to the pace, style and depression level of society, it is insane

But brains are infinitely rewireable

The mind is infinitely changeable

Desiring change is accepting love

Those who seek to prolong it through attachment deprive themselves of the joy of present experience and create their own self-perpetuating hell

One needs not always act, but one must be

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If you conceive of problem-solving as an impersonal rigid external system

A tiresome, repetitive means to an end you hate to work through

Then you suffer the disconnect of being discontent

If instead you exist at every step on the way in your present experience

And integrate it into your arsenal, you'll feel happy and fulfilled

Abstracting away your understanding to fit your current yearnings

Edited December 12, 2023 by Keryo Koffa

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To live is to yearn

It's just that

Yearning to yearn

Is being discontent

And long stretches thereof

Are incredible pain

Suffering is a dimension

Wanting to be experienced

But it's our choice

If we want to indulge in it

Reject and resist it

Or accept is as it is

Discontent creates push

At some point very strong

 It will resolve itself

But be self-destructive unless

One realizes oneself

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God perceives the opposite of an ego from an ego's view

To understand parts one must become a part

That's how perspectives are born and there are infinite

All knowledge is circumstantial and perspectival

There are infinite truths in infinite magnitudes

You are consciousness imagening senses

You experience qualia by simulating this body's wants

The body is your limitation, you form an ego around it

The world is what you perceive as the ego

A different ego would see a different world

God becomes a configuration

Within that configuration, he imagines himself as a part

He then sees the rest of the configuration from the perspective

Of the part perceiving its opposite through its lens

There are infinite lenses and identity is arbitrary

This is the current configuration but god can create any