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[Fairy]

Hey, you like Leonard Cohen?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxI3wnjb4wY

Yes, I love LC

He's into this one eye is king marlarky too isn't he?

We're all looking out of the same one eye, when we have one eyes to see, we don't see the character they put on anymore, but the real pure unconditional one, sleeping behind the mask.

I see straight through people, I see they are pure love. We all came to this world in the same way, baby love.

[Iwannaplato]

…so give people some slack, we all have a not so nice mean side.

Well, Age, has supposedely transcended all that.[/quote]

Transcended all of 'what', exactly?[/quote]

And, what are you basing this claim of yours here on, exactly?[/quote]Well, long ago you referred to yourself, in response to my using one of the words from that root, that way. And then other comments over time that supported this idea. But hey, if I was wrong and you have a not so nice mean side, please let us know. That will be cutting directly to the truth of the matter: do you have a not so nice mean side?

I’m fucking sick of the hypocrisy that is human idolisation.

I'm sick of the would-be gurus coming in here on their power trips.

Now her is a prime example of why the human beings, back then, when this was being written, took so very, very long.

It was this APE-thinking that was holding and keeping them back.

Clearly he has no negative judgments of human beings, lol (metaphorically, I actually merely cracked a smile).

[Iwannaplato]

Yes, I love LC

Nice.
My mother was (sort of) in love with him.

[Fairy]

It was this APE-thinking that was holding and keeping them back.

Clearly he has no negative judgments of human beings, lol (metaphorically, I actually merely cracked a smile).

Metaphor life is the play of lila...dead stuff, and yet behind that mask, lay peacefully, the most purest of pure, unconditionally free aliveness, that is infinite love, your true blissful self.

It's place of peace, but rarely do people want to live there anymore, they don't seem to want to go back there.

[Fairy]

Yes, I love LC

Nice.
My mother was (sort of) in love with him.

Awww bless.

[Iwannaplato]

It was this APE-thinking that was holding and keeping them back.

Clearly he has no negative judgments of human beings, lol (metaphorically, I actually merely cracked a smile).

Metaphor life is the play of lila...dead stuff, and yet behind that mask, lay peacefully, the most purest of pure, unconditionally free aliveness, that is infinite love, your true blissful self.

It's place of peace, but rarely do people want to live there anymore, they don't seem to want to go back there.

I cracked a lila(c) smile.
Me, lila comes most often with my wife who is the funniest person I've ever met. Or when I'm doing improv. And the great thing is, sometimes I get to do both at once.

[Fairy]

Yes, I love LC

Nice.
My mother was (sort of) in love with him.

True love is the love you have for yourself, and when that love is real, is when we are fit to love others as we do ourself. We cannot make others love us, we can only love others as we love ourself. So even unrequited love doesn't matter, we can still love an unrequited love.

Love is a slippery word anyway. Love to me, means allowing everything to be exactly as it is, without wanting things to be anything different. Humans are fickle, what they want is not always what they want, and whenever they have what they want, they then might not want what they wanted.

If someone wants to murder you, then let them.
If someone wants to abandon you after claiming they once loved you, then let them.

Let it be, and never forget to return to yourself, return to the innocence you are, that is behind the mask, who is the imposter character.

[bahman]

Prove that you experienced meaning!

You and every one, same one, all of us, different but same, is the knowing that cannot be known.

'Meaning' I don't know why you've brought that word up, but lets play along... meaning is a concept known for every one, same one, in knowing, the only knowing there is.

Knowing implies a knower. So for a knower to exist, the knower's existence is wholly contingent upon it's own capacity to reflect itself. It's synonymous to the blind being able to see itself as and through it's own reflection. A metaphor that Jesus talked about, when he said, the blind will see.

Until the blind, another word for pure white light, reflects itself as a living alive colour-less imaged reflection, as an image of the imageless, this image is what validates the deaf dumb and blind kids existence, for without the blind looker looking upon it's own reflection, seeing itself looking back at it's unknowingness is at the same time validating it's own existence, as a known. self evidently showing in its own reflection.

Without the looking there, there is nothing to see HERE.... there is nothing known here. Here and there are one unitary action of seeing and seen. There is no division between the seeing and the seen. One is impossible to divide, because it's everything all at once. So how is division possible, except as a word, in language, in mentation,... which is illusory, because that which cuts reality into two, namely language, words and concepts, and thoughts and ideas, cannot be used to make reality one again, no more than a pair of scissors, an object with no consciousness can make a piece of paper that it's cut in half, whole again.

In fact it's worse than that even.... the reflection in the mirror, the exact copy of itself inverted, validating it's own non-existence as if it appears to exist, isn't even there either.

This irrational nonsense is all proven here... in the mirror trick.... seen here >


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You can explain a subjective experience to another person but you cannot cause the subject experience to another person!

[Fairy]

You can explain a subjective experience to another person but you cannot cause the subject experience to another person!

In that case the 'other' is in the 'word' only, like I've been saying all along.

Knowing you exist is only possible in this conception. . in the concept of I ... Otherwise, there's just life living by itself, for itself, all alone, all one infinitely for eternity.

You are infinity. The universe is your being - your experience is your being - and your being simply cannot possibly precede you.

[Iwannaplato]

If someone wants to murder you, then let them.
If someone wants to abandon you after claiming they once loved you, then let them.

I'm down with the latter, but not the former. I'll put up a fight with the former. In fact, I might consider them a Buddha on the road and kill them.

[Fairy]

If someone wants to murder you, then let them.
If someone wants to abandon you after claiming they once loved you, then let them.

I'm down with the latter, but not the former. I'll put up a fight with the former. In fact, I might consider them a Buddha on the road and kill them.

We all prefer the latter. But if you are meant to be killed, there is no force in the world that is going to make that happening unhappen. It was just meant to be, is my belief. You can obviously try to defend yourself, but not if it's actually your time to die.

[Fairy]

Iwannaplato...what do you think of this....I appreciate your opinion, because you are as far as I can see, an emotionally available man, in my opinion. I do genuinely see that quality of being, in your personality, which I admire so much. Your someone who can actually communicate well all the things that really matter in life.

I'll share my opinion of it later. You do not have to reply of course, but if you do, you can make it short and sweet if you like, or whatever you like, it doesn't matter.

I found this on the internet today...what is your honest opinion of what you read here >

''Love is anxiety. Attachment is suffering. Life is suffering. Relationships are two insecure individuals that use and tolerate each other for their own selfish needs and wants all for the fear of being alone. They are all toxic on some level and narcissistically controlled by one. This is not love and this is no way to live but most and many do out of fear. All relationships are full of lies, deceit and manipulative manipulation due to hate which comes from fear. Everything we do is out of fear. If everyone truly knew what everyone was thinking then no one would have any friends and relationships would not be a thing. Fantasies are cheating. Everyone has fantasies. Trust no one ever.''

[Iwannaplato]

''Love is anxiety. Attachment is suffering. Life is suffering. Relationships are two insecure individuals that use and tolerate each other for their own selfish needs and wants all for the fear of being alone. They are all toxic on some level and narcissistically controlled by one. This is not love and this is no way to live but most and many do out of fear. All relationships are full of lies, deceit and manipulative manipulation due to hate which comes from fear. Everything we do is out of fear. If everyone truly knew what everyone was thinking then no one would have any friends and relationships would not be a thing. Fantasies are cheating. Everyone has fantasies. Trust no one ever.''

That's certainly the way things have been for many, but there has also been genuine love, even in relationships with those aspects. Life has anxiety. I don't think love is anxiety, though what people call love often has anxiety in it. I've had relationships that ended and there were problems, but I am so glad I was with them, A few are still my friend, even if there is not so much contact. One called me when she was considering a medical procedure. We hadn't talked for several years, but she realized she trusted me and I was pretty good with medical jargon. She laughed when she realized that, given that it was an operation on the eyes and I have a kind of phobia of being hurt in the eyes, this would be a challenge for me. A nice laugh. It took an hour to go through all the side effects. She thanked me and said I was probably the only person she could really call and that felt good. I root for her; she roots for me. She supported me when my wife was sick. We really met, back then. We really did. Was everything open and honest? No. I mean, I didn't know myself particularly well then. I didn't even need to think to keep some secrets, I kept them from myself. But was there a real connection? Yes. Was there love? Yes.

Trust no one ever. Well, generally I think that's a bad attitude. But for some people, who trust too much, that might be a good thing to temporarily conclude or hear. I don't think truths are so much in words, but what do the words do. Trusting isn't switch we turn on and off.

I am so happy I have trusted people even if I did it too much with some. I have gotten better at getting who to trust and how much. Imagining a life where I did not trust anyone....for me, why bother living?

But none of this is rosy perfect, everthing is great in relationships and how any particular person needs to adjust their way of relating...that could be almost anything.

But I'll say again: words are acts, sentences are acts. Yes, we can imagine them as containers of truth or not. But in the end it is what they do. That might be the perfect thing for someone to hear, especially if they opened up too much to the wrong people, for example. But I think it's only looking at part of love, and seeking perfection, all or nothing. Somebody got hurt bad. You can get hurt bad walking in the woods, but I am going back there again. I've been hurt bad in relationships, but I want one, this one. I got no rule for others. We're way too diverse. And life is anxiety and sometimes terror. Man, it's nice to be held in those times. To have someone who has to listen, ha ha. No that never works. Who actually wants to listen, is still curious about me and my thoughts and especially feelings after so many years. And who knows pretty much all my faults to the point of wanting to scream sometimes and does. Also.

[Fairy]

Thanks Plato man, your willingness to share personal story and express that with an open-ness and candid frankness, is a pleasure to witness on this forum. Thanks for your opinion on that piece of writing.

For me though, all I've ever known in my life, is unrequited love. I think maybe I am the problem, because deep down in my being, I need to be alone with myself. I love the idea of relationship with other, but then feel trapped when I'm in them. To the point I want to be alone again. I'm just a mess really, I think relationships are just a complete mindfuck, well to me they are anyway, I'm not saying anyone else's relationship is.

I am always willing to love people, especially people I am naturally drawn to, like people who I share a mutual chemistry attraction with. When I say I love someone, I usually mean it, or else I wouldn't say it. I might not be the easiest person to live with, but once I love someone, I will never leave them.
Sadly, all the people I have ever loved have left me. But that doesn't mean I have closed myself off from ever loving people again. I have decided to love people anyway, no matter whether they love me back. But part of my problem is as much as I will never leave them, I still prefer my own solitude, and still have them as well. Is that selfish, I don't know.

Also, I sometimes wonder if people are just deluding themselves when they say love between two people is genuine and real and true. Me included, I doubt there is that Fairytale Disney happy ever after prince and princess together forever kind of love. I dream about it being real, but at the same time, I doubt it's reality is real, and cling to the idea of it never being or becoming true. Rather, to me, it's just two people who fear the truth, which is we are all alone in the world, and that is a fact, a reality that people fear the most. It's a raw truth. People to me, it seems would rather live the fantasy coupledom life, rather than face the raw abyss of truth, of there only be one of us here.

To me, I believe nature was cruel to create conscious entities. Because what could be worse than being conscious of all the feelings, emotions that is the experience of being a self aware conscious human being. To be conscious of pain, and suffering, and torture, and death and loss, and sickness, and disease, and every other gory thing I haven't mentioned, especially the sensation of fear, and of drowning, or of being aware you are in an airplane that is about to crash. How tragic that consciousness is able to be present to endure and feel all these experiences. I love and hate it all the time, I wish I was dead, but then love to stay alive, it's all so mentally draining most of the time. And so I spend most of the time just meditating, except when I'm spending all day on this forum, which is another form of meditation, one where I am trying to come to terms with the reality of being a conscious being.

[Age]

“I could, very likely, feel empathy for him,”

Feel empathy for Age right now, go on. Age cannot be any different, and that expecting Age to be any different when Age can’t is disrespectful.

That's not what I meant. I didn't mean he needed to change to be worthy of empathy. I am sure if I was in the same space with him I would feel empathy, sometimes, because then I'd hear his voice, see his face and gestures and posture. Here I have really quite machine like words and a disidentification with the human. Even when you and I have been at odds the most (I know, I know, you don't think there is a you and me) I always felt empathy. Whether humans exist or not or individuals exist or not, what came through under the name DAM or Fairy was always very human. It comes through animals and plants also, what I am calling human. I am sure, out there, Ken, is human, but all I get is Age. An abstract empathy fine, that I can cognate, but that direct feeling, no. Perhaps if he didn't hate that side of himself so much, I could catch a whiff.

But I do not hat any thing here, especially any so-called 'side" of some so-called and labelled "himself".

Once more, when, and if, you just stopped presuming and believing things here, and thus became Truly open, then you would learn, and understand, what the actual Truth is about who and what 'I' am, exactly.