My body, this frame, shape, form that makes up Frederick Coenraad Nortje is mine! It is mine alone. It cannot be given away. A promise, commitment, contract does not pass ownership. Rules, laws, legalities and legislations cannot prevent it from expressing itself, it cannot be controlled, it cannot be owned.
Fred knows it goes beyond this, even the frame is temporary, it will be taken away. He knows this beyond any doubt of doubt, as you do, the evidence is indisputable. Not a single person alive knows what it is like to be dead, for your body to be completely decomposed, the only remnants of your remains argon atoms. But, you will die, it will happen, everybody who has ever lived has or will, and they all know this.
Therefore, and this as clear as clear can be, nobody alive ever knows what happens after life, in death, decomposition, non-existence of any remains that were ever you. Not a single person EVER.
Where is Babaji? Where is God? Where is any other of these supreme compassionate empathetic loving creatures, where are they? How can they sit back and watch innocents, absolute innocents, from 0 days to 36,524 and more, be tortured, raped, abused and this planet destroyed? How?
One, because none of them exist except in heads. Two, because they are all absolute fucking cowards and, to be perfectly frank, or fred, there could not be any more pathetic entities, beings, humanoids, whatever. It is not possible.
Sitting back jacking each other off at little boys with priest’s cocks in their arses, far out people, use your brains.
It is possible actually, to be more pathetic, many examples. You of course, blind drone follower.
Understand the my ownness is the goal here. We start where we start, where you will need to sit in courage to listen. But should you, can you, you will understand the simplicity in the human condition and know the steps to take to undo it in yourself.
It will be hard work, it is worth it.
Suicide survivors
Has anyone ever in your conversations told you that they are a suicide survivor? How did you respond. Fred’s response is quite funny, going to share it with you.
Firstly says nothing, waits, he knows you’ll say more, cannot help yourself, you do. You tell him how you tried to kill yourself.
So, what you are saying is that you are not actually a suicide survivor, you are a self-harm for attention survivor. I’m not sure I want to say survivor, but for simplicity.
The response, of course crazy crazy offtapness, I did try to kill myself, I DID.
Amigo, amiga, in order for you to get me to accept that you did indeed try to kill yourself you must accept the fact that at that point I will then call you the dumbest cunt that has ever sat in front of me. Equally, and it does not get dumber. So dumb you could not do the most simple thing, the most simple, remove your own breath. This is where we are at pal, think about it, come back to me.
Nobody wants to admit they are too stupid to remember to breathe but somehow keep breathing anyway, the self attention suicide acceptance isn’t even at this level.
To kill oneself, which every single human being has the right to do, this body is yours, it is your own. Disfigure it, make it the ugliest thing on earth; Fred’s case, this thing from the MAFS show that had done some awful shit to her face, they met at an Ayahuasca ceremony. Was not even human.
You, your body, your breath are your own. If this experience is not for you end it, make the choice for yourself, but end it knowing that you have no idea if you will be back or not. End it knowing that you are doing what is best for you and for the world you exist and interact with.
Fred’s only living to make sure attachment is not driving his dying, no other reason. Attachment is currently driving parts of his living, therefore he has work to do, therefore he is not living completely yet. The absence of attachment he has no idea what will be like, will reassess and make a new decision on arrival.
But still, will live in the meantime, and this is the simplicity of living to understand attachment, you live. You experience you, your temple (body), every everything, it is phenomenal, the most phenomenal of phenomenal. Can you imagine the freedom it takes to say the things that are being said over here to people like the Commissioner of the Victorian and Tasmanian Police Forces?
Can you really?
Should Fred decide time is time, he will in time, as you will, however it happens, he will kill himself. Won’t attempt, won’t try, he is not a fuckhead dumbfuck attention seeker. He will jump from something extremely high, 25 metres or more, a height in which only very unique circumstances would allow survival. This is how you kill yourself, and try to kill yourself, no other way. Should this be your tried to kill yourself Fred will accept it, you absolutely tried, probably the mangled body in front of him will be a clue.
And, you can jump, it is your choice, your body is yours. Live or not, breathe or not, your life, your choice.
So, when one has the choice to remove their own breath, their own source of life, to be here or not, then, clearly, from that moment on every other thing is choice too. Every fucking thing. The name you choose, the word for your gender and sexuality, getting frustrated, belting people out of jealousy, being so pathetic you call it love, the ignorance that every breath you take is.
You make the live or die choice every day when you wake up. So, FOR FUCK SAKE WAKE UP, take some personal responsibility for your lives!