You know, good buddies, the state of being is pretty damn simple to understand. The brain and using it for yourself theme really does run strongly through this one.
For one, being is not in any realm of the state of fuckheadedness which most of you, all of you, subscribe to. Yes, moron, all of your teachers, spiritual and otherwise, are living in a state of fuckheadedness, not being, not value, not meaning, not any single thing that adds value to the world.
You live there too.
So then, what is being? Let’s make it simple, so simple that even the population of 5000 absolute braindead dickwads in Pissac, the fucking dumbest place on earth, may understand it.
It is necessary to also add, Pisac is awesome too, as fun as fuck.
The cafe
Having a chat to the barista at Masa Mamita the other day, a great chat but pointless as can be.
When attachment, what you need something to be while avoiding the evidence in front of your eyes, the meaning of belief too of course, gets into a conversation there is no conversation. It cannot be.
The conversation doesn’t need to be repeated. Like, for the most part it was great, for the most part. Attachment, belief, what you need something to be, only allows for the most part, rather than the full part to be great.
Be-ing, to live in presence, in now, in the moment, to reside side by side with God is beyond simple. It takes a shit-tonne of practice just like meditation but it is super simple.
For instance, a simple introduction using examples;
- I am making a coffee, it is the only thing I am doing, there is no attention anywhere other that what I am doing. The head is clear, no words, no thoughts, no narrative at all, it is still. Complete attention is being given to what I am doing now, it is my entire world, I am nowhere else. I am in one space at a time. This is being.
- I am making a coffee, I am also thinking about money/friends/family/lovers/desires/needs/wants, attention is everywhere. The head is a muddle, full of narratives, I barely even remember making the coffee. I am here and there and everywhere else. I am in many spaces at one time. This is not being.
Really, this introduction should be all we need but as I know that you are mentally retarded to the point of almost forgetting to breathe we will continue, expand, make it even more simple along the way.
How do you know you are mentally retarded beyond the point of being able to argue it? Again, friends, simple, do you ever, ever at all say, I believe? Yes, my friend, you are mentally sick. Accept it, make amends to fix it, and finally add the first moment of value to this world of your entire life.
Fucking dumb cunt.
Continued
This ladies argument was being is an impossibility and impracticality, that you cannot live in a functional way just being. She was met with the same response repetitively, ‘because that is what you want to think it is, the story you have made it out to be, it is not even close to that’.
All with a smile, as all of her words came with a smile. There was lightness in the conversation, very enjoyable. It was a debate being had in the way it should be, to a degree, just a degree.
People here are beautiful, also absolutely lacking in integrity but this is everybody everywhere, this woman is beautiful. Ridiculously so, no hate or spite drives these and conversations and writing shit, simply love to be better together.
You get this by now? Or are you still stuck in what you need things to be?
Which is the ladies argument above. In fact, there was no possibility for Frederick to reach his basic conclusion, she could not listen beyond the point in which she had every right to argue.
So, be-ing continues in simplicity, each activity is the full focus of attention, the entire world of the participants, nothing else.
Therefore, when it comes time to plan the practicalities of life; for the future, travel, finances, how one possibly gets into Italy with a Turkish passport (the Narrator knows nothing about this, just a scenario that the barista presented), all of this is also be-ing.
You plan, we all plan, there is a necessity in it. Fred even plans, ridiculously loosely but plans nonetheless. Planning, administration, human resources, sitting in front of a fucking computer are all single activities. Be with them all, each one at the time of doing, be with them and nothing else, full concentration.
See, far out, just far out. How damn hard can it be to see this basic simplicity? Seriously, how hard? How hard to just think intentionally, openly, freely, without the constraints of how you need something to be? How hard really?
Friends, Frederick needs nobody to stick up for him, the Narrator is going to though. All of this simple rubbish, which is repeated ad nauseum in this site, example after example after example. It is absolute ignorance, the inability to think for yourself at all, that continues to drive Fred’s isolation. Fucking hell, does anybody on this earth at all, want to live in integrity? To have a real value-based life? Anybody at all?
No, not you pal, you have no evidence. In fact, all your evidence points to exactly everything Frederick is saying about you. Twat.
Just because you are sitting there like a moron with your legs crossed, fingers doing stupid shit, and pretending to be whatever the fuck you are pretending to be does not mean you, or your fucking teachers are being, this is pure stupidity.
Be-ing is every moment of every day having complete attention, even the paying attention to the fucking narrative in your head.
Yes, your bullshit words and ways are not exclusive now, you are not special, and hence, the problem.
Plan, of course plan, but just plan rather than plan and cook and clean and talk to friends and watch the television and blah etcetera blah. Be there the whole time.
Are we getting anywhere yet?