Damn, I Hate Consciousness!!

Damn, I hate Consciousness.

Like, the other day, I got rip roaring drunk. Me and my peeps was sippin’ The Red and don’t you know, as I slipped off into the State of Inebriation (next to Ohio), I hear consciousness say, “I’m always here.”

“What??? Fook you! Get off my back. Leave me alone!!!”

I wake with a galactic hangover and Consciousness doesn’t care at all. There it is, as it always is…

Consciousness doesn't care what I say or do, or even think, and I’m startin’ to think that Consciousness doesn’t give a rat’s ass about “me” at all.

I’m sick to death of Consciousness. It follows my arse everywhere I go. No matter what I’m doing, there’s Consciousness, doing what it always does, which is nothin’ at all. Just frickin’…being (and what good is that?). And it’s not even being “there.” I have no idea where it is, or from where it comes, but I do KNOW it never leaves me alone.

Stupid consciousness! I hate it…

As much as I try to shake it, somehow it eludes all my attempts. The other night I was watching mindless TV and there it was being Consciousness as it always IS. I complain, but all it says is, “where could you go that I would not Be?”

You’d think that it would frickin’ sleep! But nooo! Consciousness doesn’t sleep…EVER. It doesn't rest and is on me 24/7.

The problem is that Consciousness is non-judgmental. No matter what evil bullsheit I’m thinking or doing, Consciousness is always right “there.” If it weren’t for Consciousness, I wouldn’t feel so guilty all the time. I blame Consciousness for everything, but Consciousness couldn't care less!

I wish Consciousness would go torment somebody else. Go haunt somebody else's life. But it responds that "there is NO other." Then it tries to make friends with me by telling me I’m IT. But, fook that! I don’t need no Consciousness to tell me who or what I am. Consciousness can go fook itself, cause I ain’t playin’ IT’s game.

Just when I think I’m close to figgerin’ out how to shake IT. I hear, “do you really think that what happens to "you" matters to me?”

Damn, I hate consciousness!

Why does it think it knows everything???

But what’s worse is I've discovered that Consciousness has a buddy and his name is Existence. I never knew Existence was there before, but now it’s like I’m being tag-teamed. When one steps back, the other kicks into gear.

It’s almost like they’re ONE thing for chrissakes!!

Dang! I hate Existence too...

Why don’t they both just leave me alone!

Nope! They’re always there…

I try to hide. But they always find me…

The other day, they pissed me off so much that I threatened to shoot myself and end it all. But then Existence chimes in with, “you are, because…I AM and I AM... always" and then Consciousness got all uppity with, "there cannot be non-existence, because there is nothing that is not me."

What!? So I’m stuck with you forever? For all eternity??

Can you believe they both laughed when I asked that question!
(sorry, but I don't know what they find's so damn funny)

Damn, I hate Consciousness…


Artwork by Fred Einaudi - "Homunculus"

Mojo at Play in the Conceptual Fields of the Dream

“It can be very difficult for any spiritual teacher to get through to students like this, to get them to stop holding on to their fixation on an absolute view. This is one of the dangers of awakening: the tendency to grasp at a lopsided view. We grasp at the absolute view of awakening, and we deny anything else. It is actually the ego that fixates on the absolute in this way, using it as an excuse for dismissing unenlightened behavior, thought patterns, and divided emotional states. As soon as we grasp at any view, we have gone blind to everything else.” (Adyashanti, 2004-12-01,End of Your World, The pp. 45-46 Sounds True. Kindle Edition).

“Unenlightened behavior”???? This guys a bit “fixated” on the “Spiritual Teacher” role. Very prescriptive. Do this, do that, not that, not this.This concept is "good" (concept) and that one "bad" (concept).

But then, every pointer… points back at “you”  (concept) so maybe he's doing a good job at "spiritual teacher."

Egocentrics need “To Do Lists.” I need to be quiet. I need to be honest. I need to meditate. I need to commit to spiritual practices. I need to be NOT separated. I need to not do harm. I need to stop holding onto my fixations. I need to stop “grasping.” I need to surrender “unenlightened behavior.” I need to be “enlightened.”

High Mojo don’t care none about egocentric “Rules of Enlightenment” (nor any rules, to be more precise). However, there is a thrill in playing with rules you know are meaningless. Such "play" (concept) has often been labeled "infinite" (concept).

High Mojo (concept) is A-okay with “unenlightened behavior.” High Mojo plays infinitely in the conceptual fields of the dream.

“Enlightened” is as much a concept as “father.” If you believe in the concept as “real” (another concept) then you’ll conform accordingly and expect the outcomes that are associated with whatever concept you’re jelling with. If I play out the role of father based on the concept of “father” (which is really the only way to play) then I will expect specific outcomes associated with following those conceptual rules. If I play out the role of “spiritual teacher,” or “enlightened” dude, then I will expect the outcome attached to that concept. I may never get the expected outcome, but I will continue to adhere to the rules nonetheless, because it’s the rules that are defining “I-me” based on what I want to happen.

If it doesn’t happen, then I will suffer accordingly and seek out concepts that explain the failure and that prescribe what more should be done to get the payout attached to the concept. Those additional concepts will then define me based on the expectations attached.

It’s actually pretty fookin’ simple when you look at it straight on. But then, egocentrics tend not to look too closely at their concepts. But then, that’s the nature of the concept of “egocentricity.” Attached is the concept of “ignorance” and not to look too closely. But then, that’s okay too!

Ever notice how all your concepts tend to jell together. Like, the concept of “child molester” doesn’t jive at all with concept of “spiritual seeker.” The concept of “father” doesn't sit well with the concept of “recluse.” The concept of "spiritual teacher" doesn't jell with the concept of "alcoholic."

When concepts clash, peeps commit "suicide" (final concept).

So like, I’m “divorced” (concept) and was attempting to play around with the concept of “dating.” However, associated with that concept is the concept of “relationship” and “love” and, obviously, attached to those concepts is the concept of “rules.” Problem is that once the concept of “rules” come into play…I want to cut my throat with a rusty butter knife (concept). Concepts achieve power through emotion, but “emotion” is a concept too.

Emotion is a concept associated with the body (concept) and, theretofore and ergo, the concept of "helplessness" comes into play. I have played with the concept of "helplessness" many times in my "life" (concept) and always, attached, is the concept of "hopelessness." I must admit that the concept of "hopelessness" has been more helpful to me than any concept I have yet to consider. But it does appear that most will avoid "hopelessness" with incredible strength and vigor and often immediately attach to concepts that have as their sole purpose the avoidance of the concept of "hopelessness." I find this "fascinating"! (concept)

When Mojo rises, Mojo looks and SEES it all as a "concept" (also a concept) and when Mojo SEES it all for what it is, guess what happens?

Nothing….

Not a damn thing….(Ha!)

And that’s how you know your Mojo’s risin’ (which, of course, is also a concept).

Artwork by Yosuke Ueno - "Beginning the great Adventure"

Pink Elephants on Parade

As long as your contained in a body, there is NO freedom.

So stop this insipid "liberation" crapola. Centuries of liberating ideology has only reinforced your enslavement.

It ain't happenin. Hasn't happened for anybody since the dawn of man and will NOT happen for you.

Oh, but I bet you think you've come upon those who are free? The gaga guru who will save you? This is the most insipid form of enslavement. The hope of freedom.

Accept....

Good fookin' grief, if I watch one more video on how we can liberate as a society, as a people, I swear I will frickin' let lose yesterday's granola.

Oh, but is that "negative"? Am I raining on your kumbaya parade.

The more you attempt to engage the one side, the more the other side surrounds and envelops you. The more you attempt to be "positive," the more the negative owns your arse.

But here's the catch...

You can't be neutral!

Don't think of pink elephants. I demand you NOT think of pink elephants! Are you thinking of pink elephants? Why? Society has instilled in you the commandment NOT to think of pink elephants. How dare you rebel. Stupid fool! If you continue to think of pink elephants we will be forced to deal with you. Those who think of pink elephants...must die!!

Ha! You have no choice, because there is ONLY choice and you must choose. SO go ahead and pick and choose what sits with you. What feels good. What is all comfy cozy..

But keep in mind, your choices make no difference whatsoever.

Best to just choose pink elephants.

Everybody else does....

"Look out! Look out!
Pink elephants on parade
Here they come!
Hippety hoppety
They're here and there
Pink elephants everywhere
Look out! Look out!
They're walking around the bed
On their head
Clippity cloppity
Arrayed in braid
Pink elephants on parade

What'll I do?
What'll I do?
What an unusual view

I can stand the sight of worms
And look at microscopic germs
But technicolor pachyderms is really too much for me

I am not the type to faint
When things are odd or things are quaint
But seeing things you know that ain't can certainly give you an awful fright

What a sight!
Chase 'em away! Chase 'em away!
I'm afraid, need your aid
Pink elephants on parade
Pink elephants...
Pink elephants...
Pink elephants.."