Heh!
Don’t as why this page was cleaned up to the point that nothing was left.
Hint: the good overcame the ugly and redeemed the bad.
Now from meditation, hoping no response until came back for certain
limits been reached, not of the self but the other and with it- the other self
That means the utility of the hatchet job and particularly coming from the other sided same side
That the hatchet was the right tool for this job
Cutting me no to size for which no reason can better suit it than the one applied .
The possessed( idiot) no me?
has been demoted to a fool in believing others like-
Ischthus and MagsJ should entangled in the uncutteable, inseparability if the duplex, at once bonded for ever, and sliced transcendentally into the past-perfect from the future uncertainty.
It’s a lot to bear and the only absolute security rests with the very confusing ground that ameliated with it’s future programming to come( developing as we speak)
That the mechanism of messianic intent is inherent in the presented intuitive leak, need not frighten away those, to whom such apparently ciursely welded set of realities can nut correspond to the neat edges formed by the many sliced mandala offered up.
Such was the deal , in my case offered at the point of death from LSD overdose, and whatever the deal was , can not be more circumscribed as it already has been
Does the payback come along in the form of an offering bowl carried by the grim reaper?
Not by a long shot. It really is payback from the get go, even before the ink, of blood , has dried on that fragile compendium, the skin of animals dried in the deserted hearts of yet survived reign of faith .
The etheriality like on onion skins disintegrate and their upper to lower realms cast to the wind of chance upon collection.
The oblivion is balanced by the redemptive force that the will may except use on the Absolute, and with no prior precept or vision , the excuse of unmitigable and extended adherence called live, does and can exorcise that one hiding in the shadows.
His hiding is mistaken as effects of deconstruction into the simplest analogy framing it, but in fact the batting eyes withered near blindness and skin sheet thinned to parchment burned fragility.
So limits have been reached certainly reducing thinkers to poesy, riding the often brittle and hesitant syntax of the outer reaches of memory’s terrain.
It was the other, the one in the wings’ Emory, in some forlorn balcony’s wing in some past, the hidden memory hiding in the tragedy, before it gradually lost it’s intrinsic unmoving , still in the darkness now perched on some balcony of despair, the moving turned stills into the move-ie.
Limits reached the show come down from the balcony past the theatre of absurd, and the lift still slower descends, slowe and slower, further unfurling into the abysmal, and now you two can push button to halt for a longer time.
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Please leave me out of this imagined drama. Thanks
Perhaps it would be best if I keep my participation on pause. All still welcome in threads I visit, but I can steer clear of certain posts authored by certain usernames if only to demonstrate deference, even if a confused one.
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Feared!
backs away slowly with head bowed while facing you, pivots out the door when gets to exit and runs away flipping both birds in reverse
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Lol
Loved
Love is good, but… it depends on who’s doin da admiring/lovin. ; )
Yeah, it’s like a see youtu.be/https://youtu.be/ogTvOG8Q6QA
…another video, that is available no more.
Pfft, gone… like a puff of smoke, in the vastness of the night-time’s sky.
Lol then this one sans her then partner apperant
w Tom Jones
youtu.be/ogTvOG8Q6QA
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…my musical tastes.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsQjC5zVnt8[/youtube]
MagsJ wrote,
That “too much love” as you mention can be a form of need and dependency and/or masochism which really does not have actual love at its root.
Personally, I would much rather be loved as I am not looking to take over the world or one other person’s world.
Memes & genes. Meme-pools… culture.
Anomalies… social revolutionaries like MLK, Jr., Mother Teresa… crème de la crème.
It’s not about incepting your ideas into others’ minds. It’s about freeing their minds to find and live out (concretize) ideas that matter (free, disinterested love). Does not remove passion, but orders/masters it.
You mean an agape kind of love?
Yes, sir. Here are two relevant links:
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MLK, Jr.: iwu.edu/mlk/page-5.html
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Feared is good, it’s great… it’s working, in my real life.
…it keeps the encroaching-masses, at bay… coz people gotta be able to breathe and live, yo!