I Don’t Know Why She Swallowed The Fly…

 
I know an old lady who swallowed a cow
I don't know how she swallowed the cow
She swallowed the cow to catch the goat
She swallowed the goat to catch the dog
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly
But I don't know why she swallowed that fly
Perhaps she'll die?

So, how the hell did you get here?

Was it something he said?

Not entirely.

More likely it was what she said that brought you to him that got you here. But even that isn’t the whole story.

Because... if that event hadn’t happened when it did, you would have never been in the ‘place’ to hear and understand what she said that brought you to him that got you here.

But wait!

There's more...

If you weren’t in that situation when the event happened, you would have never been in a ‘place’ to hear what she said that brought you to him that got you here. But more specifically, if you hadn’t been in that mood, while in that situation, when that event happened, you’d have never heard her, which brought you to him that got you here. But being in that particular mood stimulated a specific emotion while in that situation, in which that event occurred, causing you to hear what she said which led you to him that got you here.

But then, why that specific emotion?

Well, obviously to have that specific emotion there must have been a preceding interpretation in the form of a concept, which only arose because of the mood you were in while that event occurred, during that situation which motivated you to listen to her that eventually brought you to him and then here.

But from where did the particular concept come from that caused the interpretation, while in that mood, which led to that emotion due to that event happening in that particular situation, which caused you to hear and understand her that brought you to him and got you here at this very moment?

When you were a child you learned that concept. You don't remember how, why or when, in fact, you're not even fully conscious of the concept itself or that it has the peculiar capacity to evoke specific emotions in certain situations and events.

None of this has ever been available to you...

Nevertheless, it is the reason the mood arose that evoked the emotion due to this event in that situation that allowed you to hear and understand her, which brought you to him and that eventually led you here.

This is precisely how your entire life has unfolded and transpired. It may seem random at times, but there is always a pattern for those who can pull back the curtains and SEE. Notice that "you" had nothing to do with any of this and it all unwound simply by nature of your ‘birth.’

Isn't it "true" that your existence is contingent on making choices, because it does seem that making choices is something you do everyday?

Hence, if no 'choice' has ever been made by you, and never will be made by you, therefore, do "you" even exist?

When the time comes, after a series of non-volitional "choices," made by what certainly seems distinctly "you," there will pop-up in your head an answer to that question.

In the meantime, while dreaming seems "real," there will be an apparent feeling of being controlled by it, instilling a desire to struggle against that control. The belief that you have even the slightest, tiniest control of your “destiny” is probably cause of all your suffering. Just as the belief you can choose other than suffering has the same net effect.

Egocentric Mammalia is the only species intently focused on altering its destiny. If you are seeking to control your destiny to achieve a state of future “happiness,” then clearly, you are destined to succeed in failure.

It seems to take many years before achieving this degree of 'understanding' and most never make it because they believe it requires a correct ‘choice' be made in order to 'understand.'

But be of raucous and jubilantly good cheer!

You are not the cause of even that….

Hence, you may construct a volitional, choice-based context for why you are here at this moment and, because of that, the real reason will only elude you. The invisible oscillating patterns that direct your movement are beyond the capacity of most to detect. Hence, they must fabricate comfortable theories of God, universe, ‘vibrational energy,' etc, etc, to make it all seem... reasonably ordered and not chaotically absurd.

Nevertheless, no need for guilt or regret. No need to worry about what to do, because you will no doubt do exactly what will be done each and every moment and, even though you may rate these experiences as “good” or “bad,” they will happen regardless of what context you wrap them around, as a means of emphasizing the wonderful conscientious decision-making skills that you diligently honed to perfection your entire life through various positive "choice" reinforcing educational experiences (but that have failed in teaching you the best choices for which to be "happy," because you have yet to experience that state with any considerable consistency worthy of such grand educational endeavors).

Right now, at this point, in this very moment, on this exact spot, some of those who came here, through whatever experiences they had no choice in experiencing, are beginning to understand that there’s no reason to consider what will happen after here (because of meeting him due to hearing her, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah...). It most certainly will lead to something, because everything does, just nothing you could “choose.”

But if you’re not choosing your destiny, then who the hell is?

Ahhh…

...allow the meaningless nature of your egocentric self-absorption to flow over you like cool rain on a hot summer day...

So that, if the time is right, you can get the answer to that question and you will be one of a very rare few who now KNOW...

...why the old lady swallowed that fly.


Artwork by SheerHeart - "Where is my dream"

Studying the "Lifestyles" of Egocentric Mammalia

The word “lifestyle” is repugnant to me. Every time I see or hear it used, I cringe. But the concept is quite ingrained in social discourse and egocentricity is always busily at work attempting to maintain and rigorously defend its “lifestyle” as the imaginary framework from which to actualize a meaningful existence. Egocentric Mammalia is the only creature deeply attached to a "lifestyle" and will even bomb other Egocentric Mammalians in order to protect its treasured lifestyle. It will even slowly destroy its own habitat to accommodate this illusionary framework it glorifies itself through.

What lifestyle do you identify as the social veneer through which to assert your egocentric identity and contrive a sense of “happiness”? 

Is the bland routine drudgery you engage in daily considered necessary for supporting the lifestyle that you believe you’ve chosen as most valuable among all lifestyles you could have chosen? Is money crucial to your lifestyle? Have there been times when you’ve feared losing or having to down-size your lifestyle? Do you feel “proud” of your chosen lifestyle? Does your choice of lifestyle include various spiritual pursuits and practices which afford you the capacity to offset the mundane activities that maintaining your lifestyle demands? Do you feel guilty that you live an 'abundant' lifestyle, while others live in abject poverty?

All egos claim ownership of a “lifestyle” to support the psychological egocentric belief circuits tightly housed between the ears. Lifestyles are determined by cultural conditioned childhood training and, hence, are generally similar within each socio-cultural herd, with only minor alterations to that conformity. Egocentric capitalist lifestyles are centered around financial distinctions, such as upper, middle, lower, etc, and egocentrics tend to rigidly conform to the expectations of each corresponding level (beer vs martini, golf vs nascar, etc). Within each class there are practitioners who claim “alternative lifestyles,” but even these are encompassed within the overall ego-centered herd configurations and most “alternative” practitioners seek acceptance by the herd as opposed to being perceived as deviating from the herd (note: gay marriage). There are no deviations from the herd that are not easily encompassed within the herd's grazing behaviors.

“The eternal is not born nor does it die. We confound the appearance with Reality. Appearance carries it's end in itself. What is it that appears anew? If you cannot find it, surrender unreservedly to the substratum of appearances; then Reality will be what remains."
 
Do you realize that the smarty pants who proclaimed this had to be hand fed, cause his “awakening” resulted in having had no interest in keeping his body alive, let alone providing for it through any particular "lifestyle"?

Nevertheless, what do you think you might get out of that quote? What basis could it ever have in your comfy suburbo-urban lifestyle? So what the fook do you do with this “teaching”? Memorize it and recite the words on your morning commute? Or maybe subliminally plug it into your head at night so as to stimulate the subconscious while you sleep, so you can then wake up and start your 'awesome' day? How do you incorporate this into your “lifestyle” because, make no mistake, egocentrics must have a style of living conducive to enhanced identification and opposed to any cracks in that identity.

You haven’t even disengaged from your treasured lifestyle, how do you expect to engage the “eternal”? 
 
What you need to worry about is lowering the damn mortgage payment, otherwise how the hell are you gonna pay for your kid’s college, since you’re still paying on the braces for the two little heads you feed daily (without gratitude I might add, which bugs the sheit outa you). I mean… sure, these contemplative cracker-jack concepts gives you a mental hard-on, when ya hear it spoken by the beloved master, but it ain’t gonna pay the health insurance premiums and god knows, you absolutely cannot be caught dead without health insurance or all the other insurances necessary to protect your precious lifestyle (“the precious, must have the precious!”).

Let’s face it, the new age guru has health insurance and you, and thousands of others just like you, pay for it through seminars, retreats, books and DVDs. They’s sittin’ pretty thanks to your financial support. But with all your egocentric worries and concerns, do you really have the time for “spiritual enlightenment”? I mean, can you consciously incorporate “abiding non-duality” in your menial 9 to 5 job and still pack boxes and sell useless sheit nobody needs? And what the fook ya gonna do if suddenly you get “awakened” at 80 miles an hour on the interstate in you daily commute?

"Enlightenment" could kill you!!

Holographic fractal universe? Yep, it’s right there in your plasma HDTV? It’s true that learning quantum mechanics will alter your life experience, but only on weekends. Higher levels of consciousness? Well maybe, but only after you get your tax refund, then you can really be  “in the moment.” You say you want the “direct experience of Being”? Just not at the pump while gas is over 4 dollars a gallon (you could really “Be” when it was under 3).  How can you “awaken to truth” when you’re 50 lbs overweight and still afflicted with sporadic Big Mac attacks? (Truth don’t want no fatties). "Oneness"? Yep, sure, but let’s not include your boss, who’d want to join with that A-hole anyway? "Non-duality"? Ha! As long as there’s still a Starbucks, you’re all for it! "Buddha mind"? Absolutely! And maybe it’ll even help you get off Xanax. Sure, you want to achieve the "Unity of Christ Consciousness," but only after the divorce is finalized. No-mind? Damn straight! As long as you remember how much you love a good ole’ orgasm in the morning.

This then, begs the question. How can you expect to achieve the “enlightenment” you seek or “awaken” to truth, if still attached to the pains and pleasures of an ego-centered lifestyle? Could it be that it’s the socially conditioned space between your ears that needs to be cleaned out first? The billions of neural dendrites, developed over years of social indoctrination through mind numbing public education, that must be burnt away?

Or is it utterly hopeless?

Can you fully realize the "One Truth" that beats out all other truths, if you continue to participate in socio-cultural fabrications which compromise with truth to make it whatever you say IT IS, whenever you say IT IS, and what you say IT IS can only ever be what you were taught to say IT IS, because you don’t know anything else but what they’ve said IT IS, which requires incredible amounts of fortitude to maintain cause deep down you know this can’t be what IT IS and that IT IS something else entirely, even though you still have no idea what IT IS?

Can you know the truth and remain in your roles, continuing to play by the scripts of conventional, status-quo games within the comfort of socially prescribed grazing fields? Or maybe you know the One Truth, but in order to continue playing your roles you have to forget you know, thereby, requiring the Truth du Jour as guiding light?

The paradox is that you know your “lifestyle” is bullsheit and has nothing to do with really living at all, but it’s ALL you know.

"It is not the ferocity of the beast of prey that requires a moral disguise but the herd animal with its profound mediocrity, timidity and boredom with itself." - Neitzsche

"When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other."  - Eric Hoffer, Passionate State of Mind, 1955

Artwork by Kazuhiko Nakamura - "Automaton"

The Generic Futility of Blue Goo

 

Ahhhh…waking up to another day of ‘doing’ things and getting things ‘done.’ Not just things, but fooking important things that give a sense of self-actualizing grandiosity in the battle against the deeper sense of your abject insignificance. Sliding down the smoothly polished pipeline of productive people participating in perfectly normal pastimes and polite dinner parties. As Bill Hicks so accurately stated “it’s only a ride.”

It’s a “normal” ride though.

You find it normal negotiating through traffic to arrive at a place where you’ll perform pointless tasks to secure your daily bread and you will do this until the years long burden of earth gravity and brain senility accelerates your physical and mental feebleness demanding an exit affording you the opportunity to make countless trips to the doctor to remind you of the fact that, not only are you physically dying but, more importantly, you’ve have been psychologically dead for years.

You believe it normal to sculpt your delightful little progeny into socialized little lambs, institutionally educated to memorize the required scripts and engage in the same weary roles so that they too can be constructive members of a bipolar communalism and "work" at insipid, vacuous tasks, feeding their faces with chemicalized faux-foods to eventually copulate their way to the formation of new herd members. You believe that working hard to contrive “rest and relaxation” through sporadic episodes  of “vacation” as symbolic of a well rounded “lifestyle.” You participate in various causes in defense of your values, but in the black of night when you’re most alone, the angst of your actual condition permeates your every pore and so pills are eventually a precondition to slumber.

But most of all, you believe it “normal” to live a “meaningful life,” denying that every tiny scrap of meaning you have ever held onto for dear life was handed to you from the moment of birth and even now you can’t remember the last time you had a unique and exciting idea that did not come directly from the socio-cultural lexicon of herd grazing normalcy…. baa, baa, baaaaaaa…

Do you even know why you chose marriage, career and children? Nah, you really have NO clue, other than the fact that everyone else was doing it and still is. Essentially we all do what we believe we’re supposed to do. Nothing more, nothing less.

But what do you do when one day you awake and realize it’s all a sham and you’ve been duped from the start. That somebody else wrote the lyrics to your song and that every choice you’ve made was weaved into your cranial neurocircuitry. Will you have the wherewithal to cut yourself free from it? Will you have the courage and fortitude to self-lobotomize your own habitualized thought patterns?

What happens when getting outa bed to start your glorious, awesome “day,” is a test of mental endurance never before experienced. When all the things that you must do, you have not a shred of desire or even the slightest drop of willpower to get done and all you can do is stare into the abyss of nothingness and perseverate on how you must be mentally ill not to want to play the games and follow the rules as you’ve always done, like everybody else does through the assistance of diversified distractions.

This is a level of ‘awake’ that absolutely no one would choose to engage, because it’s so damn fooking inconvenient. The problem with that “Dark Night of the Soul” is that it can last years.

When you understand that all the things you have done are as utterly pointless and banal as the things you will do and you become completely drenched in the Generic Futility of your entire life project, you can then consider yourself ‘spiritually evolved' or, in other words, 'fucked.'

If reading this post offends or disgusts you then, rest assured, you’re about ready to pop. If this post makes you depressed, angry, anxious or guilty, then brace yourself for impact. It may still be a ways off, but you’re racing to the wall. A wall of complete and total despair.

But be of good cheer! Buddhism will save you or maybe the No-Mind of Zen. Or maybe years of diligent meditation or adopting the precepts of Advaita, the Power of Positive Thinking or the Law of Attraction. There are plenty of drugs to aid in abstaining from your deepest dread.

But if you’re here, then make no mistake, you’ve been traveling to this point all your live long days. and there are very few who ever make it this far with any regular consistency to their despair, because egocentricity will play with you like a fish on a hook, reeling you in and letting you out, reeling you in and letting you out. The rule is that despair MUST be sporadic and inconsistent to avoid the potential that you might wish to exit the herd.

This is why your life themes are so dualistically repetitive and it seems no matter how much progress you ‘believe’ you’ve made in your spiritual practices and life goals, here you are once again playing out the same old patterns, conforming to the same rules, playing the same weary games, on an on, ad nauseam.

Egocentricity is essentially defined by keeping all your tenuous and fragile beliefs delicately interwoven to support the routine drudgery you define as “life.” Yet, like a cloth weaved out of Silly String, one wrong move, or even the slightest contradictory thought carried to its obvious conclusion, could rip it all asunder leaving you in a mess of blue goo.

Such is the nature of your “stress.” Day in and day out egocentrics must senselessly struggle to make it all seem “sensible.” Common sense and wisdom are merely egocentric mental farts that seek to make meaningful the generic futility of blue goo.

Forget the wise masters and go for the goo!

One must do this, one should do that and never must/should one do this. For egocentricity to survive, and keep on popping out humanoid-like mimeographed copies, it must have a hierarchical belief system of prioritized fears and worries for which to pass on to its progeny as a means of positive reinforcement for itself. Maslow unintentionally proved this through his “Hierarchy of Needs” and the higher up the scale you go, the more entrenched “you” become in mundane mental constructs and whimsical psychological abstractions that reinforce the egocentric self as real and, more importantly, true. The concepts that you believe give life meaning, i.e., good and bad, right and wrong, beauty and ugly, honesty, truth, pride, fidelity, etc, etc, are so muddled and complex that they tend to loose all differentiating boundaries, only to merge into one cacophonous concerto of dissonant noise.

The only way to maintain this pathetic structured existence is to see it mirrored through other bodies that seem to have minds of their own and who also believe in the same vacuous values you claim to own and that you must defend through your choice of “lifestyle.” It’s all about the car you drive, the clothes you wear, the school you send your kids to and the square feet of your living space. It's about the causes you support and the political parties you cheer for.

It's all about blue goo...

This begs the question, if it’s all a dream, an hallucination, an illusion, an atomic mirage, an apparition, a shape shifting fog, a mass of undulating dualistic energy, then who gives a sheit? If everything is a “lie,” why worry about telling the truth? If everything is true, then you can’t tell a lie. Why care about “honesty” in your dreams, if dreams are false? If it’s all bullsheit who cares about values or morals? If it’s all illusion, why concern yourself with working for a “living” and paying your bills? Why even concern yourself with your next meal?

Why not let it all crumble to pieces around you? Let it all fucking die and take “you” with it? Because without the pieces that make up this delusional puzzle, all you have is an empty box and nobody wants to hold onto an empty box (even though that’s exactly what they do).

Egocentrics have “responsibilities,” because without pieces to fit together what the fook would you do with yourself? They have ego-centered structures to maintain. So rather than nothing, egocentric mammalia must not evolve beyond it’s confinement to normalcy, allowing the dream to incorporate every thought in your head, while you claim it real and true by simply not looking close enough.

But one day, when you SEE it for what it is, you will recognize a generic quality to EVERYTHING, so it all becomes nothing, lending a dazzling sense of utter futility to doing anything at all.

Once you dive into the Blue Goo of Generic Futility, you will likely swim in it for many years, completely and totally…alone.

But no worries, I'm here. Come in and join me for a spell.

The Blue Goo is always warm….

Artwork by Illathias - "Blue Goo"

Choose “Life”!

 
“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.

Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.

Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchased in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin?” (Trainspotting)

Does the the opium of your Buddhist philosophy maintain your comfort zone and keep you in good cheer and positive spirit? Does your Zazen provide you a sense of well-being through neurochemical whiz-bangs? Does your Advaita make you feel special and raise you above the quiet desperation of the ignorant masses? Does your meditation, meticulously scheduled-in twice daily, help medicate you from the meaningless rigors of your mindless middle class, status-quo existence? Does your particular brand of Christianity help cope with your continued participation in vacuous and insipid social games that you sometimes sense are absurd and pointless? Are your spiritual retreats sprinkled with love and comradery?

As the beloved guru was claiming that we must “serenely mirror the divine love of the universe,” and that we must “engage the world exclusively through universal compassion and unconditional love,” I looked out the side window to observe a cat shred a bird to pieces, devouring each piece then vomiting up the bones and feathers, only to lightly prance off into the trees, tra la la la la….

Does the cat not know of this "divine love"? Where is its “compassion” and “unconditional love”? Nature couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your dreams, goals and desires. Nature essentially sheits on your spiritual aspirations and practices. Nature doesn’t care if you’re satisfied, discontent or kumbaya happy. Nature doesn’t give a spit about “you” and you are an integral part of it, regardless of silly ideas and activities you employ to generate a belief of extracting your “self.”

If you are not nauseatingly depressed and morose. If you’re not discouraged, disgusted and disenchanted with every choice you have made, thus realizing every future choice can only mirror that same fucking generic futility, then you’re still hypnotized by the invisible jewels of your egocentric conditioning and aren’t even close to the truth of your confinement.

Therefore, you can only choose “life."

It does seem that when you finally reach a point in which nothing gives relief, then you can count on breaking through. Unfortunately, egocentrics struggle mightily against this natural current and it may take years to get to that point, if you get it at all. But that doesn’t matter because it’s not something you choose. Mostly, though, you will choose “life” in an attempt to find a way out of the massive sinkhole of despair you have serendipitously dropped into, but when no further ropes are available for which to climb out, then be of good cheer, for you are almost “’there” (from which you learn you’ve gottin’ nowhere at all and what a “happy” day that’ll be).

Alas, until then, egocentrics MUST choose “life” for no reason at all, except that its really no different than heroin.

Or you can choose something else…

…and very few will ever do that.

Artwork by Sean Donaldson - "Clyde The Evil Cat"

"The Dream Marks Are All Present..."

For as much as a year Satan continued these visits, but at last he came less often, and then for a long time he did not come at all. This always made me lonely and melancholy. I felt that he was losing interest in our tiny world and might at any time abandon his visits entirely. When one day he finally came to me I was overjoyed, but only for a little while. He had come to say good-by, he told me, and for the last time. He had investigations and undertakings in other corners of the universe, he said, that would keep him busy for a longer period than I could wait for his return.

"And you are going away, and will not come back any more?"

"Yes," he said. "We have comraded long together, and it has been pleasant--pleasant for both; but I must go now, and we shall not see each other any more."

"In this life, Satan, but in another? We shall meet in another, surely?"

Then, all tranquilly and soberly, he made the strange answer, "There is no other."

A subtle influence blew upon my spirit from his, bringing with it a vague, dim, but blessed and hopeful feeling that the incredible words might be true--even must be true.

"Have you never suspected this, Theodor?"

"No. How could I? But if it can only be true--"

"It is true."

A gust of thankfulness rose in my breast, but a doubt checked it before it could issue in words, and I said, "But--but--we have seen that future life--seen it in its actuality, and so--"

"It was a vision--it had no existence."

I could hardly breathe for the great hope that was struggling in me. "A vision? --a vi--"

"Life itself is only a vision, a dream."

It was electrical. By God! I had had that very thought a thousand times in my musings!

"Nothing exists; all is a dream. God--man--the world--the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars--a dream, all a dream; they have no existence.

Nothing exists save empty space--and you!"

"I!"

"And you are not you--you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence; I am but a dream--your dream, creature of your imagination. In a moment you will have realized this, then you will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me....

"I am perishing already--I am failing--I am passing away. In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever--for you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free.

Dream other dreams, and better!

"Strange! that you should not have suspected years ago--centuries, ages, eons, ago! --for you have existed, companionless, through all the eternities. Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and its contents were only dreams, visions, fiction! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane--like all dreams: a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice and invented hell--mouths mercy and invented hell--mouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites this poor, abused slave to worship him!...

"You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks--in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.

"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream--a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought--a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!"

He vanished, and left me appalled; for I knew, and realized, that all he had said was true.

- The Mysterious Stranger, Chapt. 11, Mark Twain LINK

Ridding the World of Ego-Doers

‘Events happen, deeds are done, but there is no individual doer thereof.’ (quote from some ancient smarty pants)

Like zombies, the ego-doers are everywhere, interminably doing the same sheit over and over again....and each time they revel in their uniqueness.

Alas, the important seriousness of the ego-doer, who feels compelled to inform you that you must do THIS and not THAT or THAT and never THIS. To think… you've had it all wrong since birth.

The universal claim is that, from the moment of birth, you’ve been DOING the wrong damn stuff over and over again. Or so they tell you, in their most authoritative tone, “I am descended from the lineage of the great and venerable Master Grand Puba Rinpoche.” If you give a rat’s arse, they’ll have a great day. Otherwise, the Crypt Keepers of Doing True Stuff (as opposed to doing dumb things) become indignant that you could be so irreverent to their Grand Master Flash. Brainwashed Troglodytes of the Conceptually Divine, spewing out the ancient rules, demanding you fall in line and JUST DO IT.

Nevertheless, from the moment of your birth, completely unbeknownst to you, you were engaged in an unconscious constructive process of linking up billions of neurons to create an egocentric network as big as the universe and all right up under your thinking cap. This all began with your parentally inherited DNA, predetermining the expectation of certain responses, which then kicked into third gear with moment to moment experiences dumped upon your developing brain, turning fragile neural pathways into concrete superhighways of normalized expectations and socially sculpted responses.

With the most absolutely importantly significant response being...I AM DOING THIS.

Therefore, the only real purpose all those miles of dendrites serve is to insure that you’re always DOING something. Doesn’t matter what (except to you and the horse you rode in on) but all egocentrics must DO something because it is the very nature of Egocentric Mammalia to be incessantly DOING something. Indeed, it is the very nature of Ego-mammalian's to seek pleasure in what they DO in order to maintain the motivation for continued DOING. It is not important what "you" do...only that "you" think it is.

After it eats, sleeps, shits, fucks and dies, notice how expertly nature does absolutely NOTHING that means anything to nature.

But go ahead, keep trying to DO nothing. It’s impossible! All egocentrics are DOER’s and everything they do is essentially meaningless except to each individual egocentric mammalia, who attains pleasurable neurochemical experiences from the doing of 'special stuff.'

However, this herd believes that doing THIS is downright God ordained. But that gaggle over there demands that this is what God wants. So proclaims the moral neuro-circuitry of righteous ego doers when circuitry is linked up into herd formations.

One day your neural circuitry somehow brings you to a special book written by some grand wizard who informs you that your “ego” is the problem and must be discarded, transcended, destroyed and your ego hears this and screams “hallelujah!” Suddenly, what you spent decades shining and polishing must now be smashed to bits. You’ve been moving toward this your whole life and didn’t even know it. How’s that for “free-will”?

What a grand project! Finally, you have a true purpose (as the circuits subsequently link up to this new self-righteous neural train wreck that you will spend your life crashing into repeatedly)

Unfortunately, the million miles of dendrite-synaptical circuitry that make up egocentricity is beyond your power to reprogram, except for tiny acts of behavioral conditioning (like ending your nicotine addiction, but even that was a royal bitch, yo!).

Egocentric Mammalia is what you are and the power that innately fuels that egocentricity is your moment to moment non-acceptance of what your DOING in that moment. Your daily non-acceptance keeps the joint jumpin’ (brain), demanding ever more new things be DONE to assuage your egocentric self-abnegation over what could be DONE but wasn’t and what what was DONE but shouldn’t be, in opposition to what you DO but don’t want to DO and what you aren’t DOING but want to DO.

Let’s face it, you basically can’t DO anything “right” and, in those moments that you might actually do something right for once, it eventually fades away to become just not good enough. But the whole huge religio-spirituo industry is entirely founded on your NOT being good enough and needing to DO something else to be better by DOING better things.

We must rid the world of ego-doers by short-circuiting the guilt that fuels them.

Hence, the best way to rid the world of ego-doers is to tell them to simply keep DOING whatever it is their DOING. Just go ahead and do whatever the hell ya want to do or do what you think you have to do, while wishing you were doing something else. No need to reroute the circuits, just go with it, cause you have NO choice. Even if transcending the ego is what you feel compelled to do, go ahead and keep doing it, even though my ego feels compelled to tell you what a dodo you are for attempting such a silly thing. Ha! Ain’t this sheit grand!

The only way to rid the world of ego-doers is to tell them that they are doing exactly what they should be doing, each and every moment their doing it. This insures the ego will ultimately crumble from the immense weight of such unconditional acceptance that comes from a complete and total lack of free-will.


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