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When one contemplates all the aspects of illusion, dreamlike, no real consistency, nebulous, mind stuff, solidified thoughts, no permanence, transient and yet at the instant and in time so real, seemingly solid and the security, comfort and safety of the known, the safety net of the ego.
With closer inspection these collected programs and conditioning which are harvested and gathered in and collated, garnished, spiced up and delivered be they pleasant or unpleasant become so real, seeing the video so often, that the witness and viewer, the unbiased occupier in the theatre gets lost in the detached unbiased view and loses its sense of itself and becomes emotionally bound and usurps its vastness by means of unbiased attention its becomes a non local awareness to become small and local bound in a bunch of put together, edited advertisements and compilations and becomes a bound ledger assumes an identity, obtains a name and arrives in a leather bound tome or a raggedy shoddy worn stained paperback version of the programme the general title is the ego.
This collated ego which is an assumed being brought together from one's brain washed past, after all we are taught everything we know about religion, culture, life, politics, fashion, health and so on, and with very little original thought and creativity and so we are at most innovative and variations of a theme and often parrot like and great at innovation but with certain parameters, very often scared or not interested to go 'outside the box' more than likely we do not how too and preferring the comfort of the known.
This amassed set of programmes are assembled and categorised in such a fashion When one contemplates all the aspects of illusion, dreamlike, no real consistency, nebulous, mind stuff, solidified thoughts, no permanence, transient and yet at the instant and in time so real, seemingly solid and the security, comfort and safety of the known, the safety net of the ego.
We can reason that a dream is but a dream and a fantasy is but a fantasy and they are but 'mind things' OK we may say they are an electrical phenomena produced in the brain and it dies with us and then there is oblivion or something else or I just don't know or care and where is the pub with a large telly.
The scary thing or bit is when one looks into neuroscience and it proves that the brain does not recognise reality from the real thing, a dream is as real to the brain as so called waking experience and experiments with people with gym activities and those visualising it at home, placebo effect and so on. So realising that the ego has been set up or rather by brain washing the ego is created and likes its programmes and calls them forth, the buzz, the drama of the rehashed, slightly modified video which is gathered and stored, digitally edited which seems fresh and new but is only a remake of an old movie. This is what fools the viewer it seems fresh and innovated, yet after a while a keen observer sees through the ruse. The ruse being to keep the ego, this amassed programme entity alive and kicking and entertained with the drama and says 'I'm alive because my familiar stuff is there, this is my land and life' 'anything challenging this has to face the wrath or the surrender of the ego'.
The one really scary aspect of all of this is that when one really, profoundly, wakes up to the fact that the so called waking up from sleep dream is continued in what has been deceived is life awake and in the world and going about business or whatever, the bus, the car, the family, work, breakfast, sex, crime, war, TV, holidays, the kids, the wife and everyday living is but a set of amassed programmes agreed upon by millions, trillions, billions of trillions of people and then the shock---COR, WOW , this is but a dream as well. Surely I am mistaken, it is so real, it cannot be. Then it sinks in I was taught all that I am, humanities collective archetypal ancestry has imprinted this in the unconscious magnetic fields, the memory fields that are the information fields in the wavelengths and frequencies the brain as a decoder downloads and presents to us as a holgraphic presentation which becomes so real and concrete that I / we believe it so and so the spell is cast and I do not know I am in a waking dream as opposed to a sleep lucid dream and then it dawns on me that they are the same.
The shock and awakening has been felt by many. To some, to me, it is so awesome, unbelievable yet it so believable that many like me shy away, not yet, what is there if it is all a dream?
Some back off so much that I have known some who turn to violence, alcohol, drugs, madness and all sorts of distraction rather than throw oneself(is there a self in this ) and capitulate, surrender to a seemingly impossible task, what is this life I lead as I type this article, this body feels the heat of the day and you say its a dream only that this dream is so real by the consensus of millions and trillions of minds that have been brainwashed over thousands nay millions of years, Shack you have to be kidding, you'r joking of course. Then the laughter as it seeps in. You'r really serious, oh my God, then who am I THEN? A simple answer would I am the witness, the unbiased witness, I am merely an awareness. This seems to be too simple and I go away startled and somewhat perplexed, even vexed, then as the awakening to the fabric of this waking dream life dawns a sort of joy arises, it seems the awareness is being freed from the dream, yes it is OK, in fact very OK to be in the dream but not of it.
There will always be creation and the dream and that's fine as long as one knows as there is a knowing I am not the content of the dream but the witness and free awareness. This is the confrontation with every form that seems solid and yet is not so and the disentanglement process to be a free flowing energy awareness that becomes trapped and captivated, seduced by seemingly solid form and the free awareness has to prove itself as that as much as the solid form proves it is not solid and so goes on. Birth into form, death into no form and maybe these are merely dreams as well.
This collated ego which is an assumed being brought together from one's brain washed past, after all we are taught everything we know about religion, culture, life, politics, fashion, health and so on, and with very little original thought and creativity and so we are at most innovative and variations of a theme and often parrot like and great at innovation but with certain parameters, very often scared or not interested to go 'outside the box' more than likely we do not how too and preferring the comfort of the known.
This amassed set of programmes are assembled and categorised in such a fashion When one contemplates all the aspects of illusion, dreamlike, no real consistency, nebulous, mind stuff, solidified thoughts, no permanence, transient and yet at the instant and in time so real, seemingly solid and the security, comfort and safety of the known, the safety net of the ego.
With closer inspection these collected programs and conditioning which are harvested and gathered in collated, garnished, spiced up and delivered be they pleasant or unpleasant become so real, seeing the video so often, that the witness and viewer, the unbiased occupier in the theatre gets lost in the detached unbiased view loses its sense of itself and becomes emotionally bound and usurps its vastness by means of unbiased attention its non local awareness to become small and local bound in a bunch of put together, edited advertisements and compilations and becomes a bound ledger assumes an identity, obtains a name and arrives in leather bound tome or a raggedy shoddy worn stained paperback version of the programme the general title is the ego.
This amassed set of programmes are assembled and categorised in such a fashion that that they assume this identity and become to rely on these programmes as a familiar safe and secure ground, the foundation and the end and be all of life.
This amassed set of programmes are assembled and categorised in such a fashion that that they assume this identity and become to rely on these programmes as a familiar safe and secure ground, the foundation and the end and be all of life.
We can reason that a dream is but a dream and a fantasy is but a fantasy and they are but 'mind things' OK we may say they are an electrical phenomena produced in the brain and it dies with us and then there is oblivion or something else or I just don't know or care and where is the pub with a large telly.
The scary thing or bit is when one looks into neuroscience and it proves that the brain does not recognise reality from the real thing, a dream is as real to the brain as so called waking experience and experiments with people with gym activities and those visualising it at home, placebo effect and so on. So realising that the ego has been set up or rather by brain washing the ego is created and likes its programmes and calls them forth, the buzz, the drama of the rehashed, slightly modified video which is gathered and stored, digitally edited which seems fresh and new but is only a remake of an old movie. This is what fools the viewer it seems fresh and innovated, yet after a while a keen observer sees through the ruse. The ruse being to keep the ego, this amassed programme entity alive and kicking and entertained with the drama and says 'I'm alive because my familiar stuff is there, this is my land and life' 'anything challenging this has to face the wrath or the surrender of the ego'.
The one really scary aspect of all of this is that when one really, profoundly, wakes up to the fact that the so called waking up from sleep dream is continued in what has been deceived is life awake and in the world and going about business or whatever, the bus, the car, the family, work, breakfast, sex, crime, war, TV, holidays, the kids, the wife and everyday living is but a set of amassed programmes agreed upon by millions, trillions, billions of trillions of people and then the shock---COR, WOW , this is but a dream as well. Surely I am mistaken, it is so real, it cannot be. Then it sinks in I was taught all that I am, humanities collective archetypal ancestry has imprinted this in the unconscious magnetic fields, the memory fields that are the information fields in the wavelengths and frequencies the brain as a decoder downloads and presents to us as a holgraphic presentation which becomes so real and concrete that I / we believe it so and so the spell is cast and I do not know I am in a waking dream as opposed to a sleep lucid dream and then it dawns on me that they are the same.
The shock and awakening has been felt by many. To some, to me, it is so awesome, unbelievable yet it so believable that many like me shy away, not yet, what is there if it is all a dream?
Some back off so much that I have known some who turn to violence, alcohol, drugs, madness and all sorts of distraction rather than throw oneself(is there a self in this ) and capitulate, surrender to a seemingly impossible task, what is this life I lead as I type this article, this body feels the heat of the day and you say its a dream only that this dream is so real by the consensus of millions and trillions of minds that have been brainwashed over thousands nay millions of years, Shack you have to be kidding, you'r joking of course. Then the laughter as it seeps in. You'r really serious, oh my God, then who am I THEN? A simple answer would I am the witness, the unbiased witness, I am merely an awareness. This seems to be too simple and I go away startled and somewhat perplexed, even vexed, then as the awakening to the fabric of this waking dream life dawns a sort of joy arises, it seems the awareness is being freed from the dream, yes it is OK, in fact very OK to be in the dream but not of it.
There will always be creation and the dream and that's fine as long as one knows as there is a knowing I am not the content of the dream but the witness and free awareness. This is the confrontation with every form that seems solid and yet is not so and the disentanglement process to be a free flowing energy awareness that becomes trapped and captivated, seduced by seemingly solid form and the free awareness has to prove itself as that as much as the solid form proves it is not solid and so goes on. Birth into form, death into no form and maybe these are merely dreams as well.
SHACK
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