Using an allegory to illustrate what happened to me now over 40 years ago and what will happen to me...
Imagine a fish that lived very well in a lush pond. Everything was provided and plentiful. But this fish was not happy inside. An unknown reason or yearning encased the entire being of this particular fish.
The fish, in its misery, sunk to the bottom of the pond in despondency but it was there, at the bottom, this incredibly lucky fish found a buried treasure. A treasure, seemingly, from another world.
This treasure chest also contained a very worn and ragged map. Almost impossible to follow.
But this particular fish believed in the map and worked hard to understand it.
The young fish processed what it learned and unencumbered by tradition this very particular fish began swimming, with all it's might toward the surface of the pond.
This, still young, fish started swimming from the very bottom of the pond, and because of that distance; the distance between the bottom and the surface, and because it was young and strong, it was able to develop great speed and it quickly not only broke the surface of the pond but flew high into the air above.
Everything happened so fast yet at the same time it felt as if time not only stood still but the sense of time found a new dimension, a whole new direction, into an infinity.
As the fish looked around it could see things. Not only new things on a new solid surface, an extension of the bottom of the pond but this fish could see its entire life and a clarity of seeing others as they are. Yet in a different perspective.
The fish hits the solid surface of the beach as it lands.
A moment in evolution. Of things to come.
But not for this particular fish at this particular time.
The fish, out of its natural habitat of water is almost immediately filled with fear.
I'm going out of my mind, an echo outside yet the last straw of inside estranged narration. The last tendon of the deepest fear that this particular fish could associate.
And it did. It could not overcome it's fear. Not this time. Not this time in evolution. Not this time.
It flopped-back into the water, its natural habitat. And the oxygen it felt that had over-saturated its gills from the outer-water experience brought the fish to the surface where it just lay there motionless upon the surface. The fish lay there for many minuets.
Just lay there as the new found and unexpected burst of oxygen left it's swollen gills.
Eventually it snapped-to and began swimming around just like all the other fishes.
In a strange way it wanted to forget what just happened.
Then it wanted to remember.
Then it couldn't.
Then it was too old, to weak to once again break the surface of the water.
It tried to pump the refined oxygen into its gills once more.
Stuck its mouth onto the surface of the water, over and over and over again. But the fish's gills were always immersed into the thick denser mass of surrounding water.
And the fish became damaged from the heat of the sun's rays nearer the surface of the water.
Damage that could not be undone.
It died. And sank to the bottom of the pond. Where it's body transformed into the nothingness that we all live within.
Bill Wiltrack wrote:.Lived in an ashram while I was young - Pyramid Zen Society.
Stayed at the complex of Richard Rose in Benwood, West Virginia in the mid-seventies..
Did these experiences allow you to be a fish again?
I think you'd have been better taking the spiritual trail to India or Japan and gone all authentic.
Oh! And you never did have the courtesy of replying to my question about what you got from the Albigen System even tho' I did reply to your question about my NC NLP experience, but that's the gnu for ya.
Yes, I had a lot of great experiences with the group but my deep understanding happened after only a few meetings with the group in Cleveland, Ohio. I was actually pretty much independent.
Bill Wiltrack wrote:.Yes, I had a lot of great experiences with the group but my deep understanding happened after only a few meetings with the group in Cleveland, Ohio. I was actually pretty much independent..
Hope that [img] reflects your higher consciousness accurately.
See how the gnu is completely unable to state with any clarity his experiences or what he gained from them. Why? Because he's a gnu!
Bill Wiltrack wrote:.I have been completely honest & straightforward. I told you exactly what I feel in relation to what you asked me. ...
And there's the problem Bill, as I'm not asking you about your feelings as this is not a psychoanalysis site its a philosophy forum and as such I'm asking you about specifics about your experiences.
I have been waaaaay more honest and open than you or any one else here....
Only in the way you define honesty, me I think you pretty much avoid answering any questions in an honest way.
Well, as I have stated before, THE MOST IMPORTANT PHILOSOPHICAL EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE cannot be put into words.
It sounds strange but what I experienced is a deep reality. A higher reality. A heightened reality. A reality who's footprint exists in a whole other dimension.
A dimension that always exists yet a dimension that we are estranged from.
Some people would argue that I experienced Nirvana, Cosmic Consciousness, Enlightenment. I would not put a name to the experience. It was beyond that. BEYOND anything that the mind alone can conceive. So, I don't talk about it.
Hope that gives you some insight into me & to why I feel soooooo strongly as to why DOING philosophy is different from READING of philosophy. Different from studying philosophers.
I know these concepts intersect but there is an important distinction.
Thank you for allowing me to formulate a literal track that partially reflects a temporary miracle of will that once passed through me.
Bill Wiltrack wrote:.Well, as I have stated before, THE MOST IMPORTANT PHILOSOPHICAL EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE cannot be put into words.
It sounds strange but what I experienced is a deep reality. A higher reality. A heightened reality. A reality who's footprint exists in a whole other dimension.
A dimension that always exists yet a dimension that we are estranged from. ...
Just gnu words.
Some people would argue that I experienced Nirvana, Cosmic Consciousness, Enlightenment. I would not put a name to the experience. It was beyond that. BEYOND anything that the mind alone can conceive. So, I don't talk about it.
No one will argue that Bill as you show no signs of being enlightened.
It can't be beyond what the mind can conceive as your mind conceived it.
Hope that gives you some insight into me & to why I feel soooooo strongly as to why DOING philosophy is different from READING of philosophy. Different from studying philosophers. ...
You're not doing philosophy Bill, you're doing religion or 'spirituality'.
I know these concepts intersect but there is an important distinction.
Which I've just made for you.
Thank you for allowing me to formulate a literal track that partially reflects a temporary miracle of will that once passed through me.
Told you, you can have it all back if you want but you don't do you.
deluded minds roaming around