I don’t care about what people believe. I’m talking about definitions. When someone says “God” do you say “no thats not for me” or do you translate the word into your locally appreciated term?
I’m still surprised at the number of people who HAVE seen through the labels to find the reality of it. Are most people on here understanding that love is God or does this still seem illusive.
No matter the name: Universe, Atman, Brahman, energy, God, love, I AM light, Christ, bliss; whatever. Are we in agreement that we are talking about the something that feels beyond us until we realize that we are that (Love / God / toilet paper roll)?
@healingchime, Love it! Lol dude. You are so right and never let anyone tell you otherwise, because it were otherwise, it would be an other truth. Lol, it is beauty. Realization, as I know you only have recently discovered and it is blowing your socks off. trust, let it, and it’ll take you to a whole new more powerful you.
@healingchime, I disagree – you did expect this beauty here, that’s the only reason you’re on here, and truley the only reason your seeing beauty where you wish to look, that is where we find our beauty. It isnt out there, we create it by our realisation or perception of reality.
The Buddha and Jesus and many other people in the past were just people who made a lot of sense and breathed deeply. If that’s what you’re trying to convey through this post, then yeah dude you’re on to the right track. You don’t have to praise them or pray to them or genuflect in front of their image. Just eat healthy and breathe deeply and you’ll start becoming (or realizing that you have been and always will be) a cool person too.
They were cool people.
They were cool people.
It’s like if we started calling Dave Chappelle “The Badass.” We could call him Dave Chappelle, or Dave The Badass, or simply The Badass, or even Badass. Years after he is gone, people wouldn’t start calling themselves The Badass because that name was recently used and still reminds you of Dave Chappelle. However, a thousand years from now, some kid could eat some mushrooms and start saying some super hilarious shit and it would dawn on him, “I AM THE BADASS!” And his friends could either stab him and be like, “NO, DAVE BADASS WAS THE BADASS.”
Or his friends could be like, “dude you are pretty badass.”
Or they could be like, “Dude, we’re all pretty badass, but I’m down to call you The Badass if you want, I guess, even though Steve works just fine for you already.”
See what’s going on here? There’s no difference between you and Siddartha Gautama, it’s just that Siddartha has already said some cool ass shit and you don’t really need to reiterate any of it if you don’t want to. You can read it and start pretending to your friends that you’re a Zen master, or you could just tell your friends to study the teachings of Siddartha Gautama, and they’ll be all alone in their bedroom like, “Dude I think about this stuff all of the time, this guy makes a lot of sense.”
Meanwhile their dad might come in and smack them for reading brown-person wisdom…Because it’s obvious that your first and last name, color of your skin (oh melanin), and personal diet make a difference when trying to describe how peaceful it is to just be quiet and listen to the rain. You don’t have to recite Aum Mani Padme Hum or Jesus Loves The Little Children or Amazing Grace or anything… You can if you want, if it helps you stay concentrated or relaxed… But any words or series of words can do that if they mean something to you personally. I can recite phrases that my dad used to say to make me calm, that doesn’t mean I should suggest to my neighbor the repetition of phrases my dad has said so that my neighbor can be calm (who am I to say he or should should be calm anyway? A lot of awesome shit happens when somebody isn’t calm and finds a crazy awesome way to either become calm or express his or her discontent.)
Wisdom is awesome, but don’t think about it. It’s something to reflect on, not build a day on. Just go do shit. We don’t need spiritual teachers as much as we think we do. We have weed and video games. We have good food. People in poor areas don’t, so we hand them Bibles and stuff to help them appreciate the few things they have. Well, okay, that’s nice. We shouldn’t hand them a spiritual painkiller though, we should elect people into office who will help them out by actually giving them food and opportunities.
How did my post get this long? I dk….every time I see this YOU ARE GOD stuff I feel like I have to step in to save people from reading it and either being like “lol fag” or being like “ERMAGHERD YERS I ERM!” And then jerking off all afternoon.
What you are is you. What that is is that. And what that is is that. And, wait what? Exactly. Ooba dooba derpa derp, ding dong dibbity doo. It’s best to just not talk, then you’ll remember that you already knew all of this stuff as an infant, and everyone else did too, and they still do today but just can’t remember because people are trying to talk about it in different languages. It’s like, just shutup… Shutup and be God or Superman or Superwoman or Spongebob or Frank or Timothy or Miyamoto Musashi or whomever you would like to relate yourself with! Just know that YOU are YOU, and whatever that means, I don’t know, but I have my own explanation and so do you. What everyone WANTS to talk about it is how cool the cool stuff is and how bad the bad stuff is. We’re all just tripping out on an oxygen/nitrogen air substance that lets us trip for like 100 years if we eat fruits and stuff. So just, uh, I dk here I go again. God dammit I hate these fucking posts. Fuck. Shit. Aum.