I love the church, I really really do, there is no more ignorant organisation or collective of people than those involved in this thing. The church is the most violent organisation, thing, on this planet.
Satan, the Devil, Beelzebub, these legends have completely bamboozled billions into thinking they are worhsipping God, when they are actually on hands and knees, being triple penetrated by these three. There is no God in the church good buddies.
Start somewhere simple, really simple. Genesis 1:27, So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.
To understand this, to understand the basics of your religion, you need to be able to think for yourself. This one takes no thinking at all if you have the capacity to think for yourself in any capacity. When you do not have the capacity to think for yourself, you are a sheep or a lemming, well it will take you a little while.
The experiment to undo the harm of control in the church comes with Genesis 1:27, the very first book in the Bible and very very early into it. Straight away you have proven your inability to use your own brain for anything other than following others blindly.
The experiment, walk out into your world and look. Sit there, stand there, spend five minutes looking around you at the world that you live in. Look at it for fuck sake. Look at the plants, the animals, the sky, the sun, the water, mountains, clouds, and every however many more million things there are. Look at it all. Understand the absolute perfection in this world, only this perfection makes life possible.
The perfection is the beauty rather than the beauty.
Ask yourself a question? What would it take to create all of this?
The answer is freedom to express freely, it is clear that there is absolutely no control in anything that is being projected by God, the supreme being, the thing that always was and will be, their is no fences and prisons in this thing. It is expressing itself absolutely freely without any restriction, condition or limitation.
Therefore, when you are and I am created in the image of God then that image is not created to be controlled, it is created to do what God itself does and learn to express itself free;ly, express itself without control, experience itself, do the same thing God is. This is the image of God in man.
Any rule that stops you from exploring you, which also includes violating somebody else’s space without their consent, is not God. There is no God at all in control, only Satan, control is Satan’s tool. We control people we stop them from expressing and experiencing themselves, their godness goes away when the control comes in, this is the church. The absolute evidence of this is indisputable, the 10 commandments, indisputable evidence of control, of Satan, leading the church.
Second simple factor, God and He, holy moly, again just look at the world. The masculine and feminine in perfect harmy, both are God, none are but mostly for simplicity at this point both are. God is the feminine and the masculine in the world, it is perfect balance, yin and yang, Simon and Garfunkle (before their personalities got in the way), it is not a He. The he-ness is simply an attempt of men to gain power, you know it is, religion as it is, in particular all varieties of christianity is nothing but a huge political party aimed at controlling people, you, it has done a bloody good job.
Jesus was not alive when either of the Bible’s were written. The Old Testament was written between five and 10 BC, whereas the New Testament was written sometime between 90 and 150 AD.
The current meaning of sin, an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. The original meaning of sin during the time of Jesus, to miss the mark. Think about it, to miss the mark, you shouldn’t have to think hard, what does it mean, the one word it translates to now? Ignorance.
The original meaning of sin is ignorance. The church is based on the total ignorance of the congregation in order to maintain power. The one thing they are all afriad of, spend hours conressing too, they continue to do in every word even while they beg for forgiveness.
When God is in everything but you will not point to your brother and sister and say it is in there too, that somehow human beings are so special that God seperated us from it, the only species and thing in the whole universe that were seperated, why are we so special?
The answer is we are not, we just think we are different to other things when we are no different, we are an animal, exactly the same as a dog. We think our evolution is being smart and conscious, but it has made us dumber than all other species and less aware than them all, we are literally less aware than a dung beetle. Our evolution is only our thinking and look what we have done with, the church made sure we did this with it.
According to your book people were made out of dirt. You say God is in everything (bar us), including the dirt, so therefore Adam is made of dirt, which is made of God and therefore Adam is made of God too, Adam is also God. Eve, from Adam’s ribs, the ribs that were made from dirt, dirt that was God. Therefore the ribs are God, the ribs are Eve, Eve is God too. Unless, somehow God took the God out of the dirt before making Adam, but I don’t see this written anywhere, and the dirt wouldn’t be dirt anymore if it did.
Simple things to think about, if you have the ability to think.
Mark says, ‘what I don’t understand about Jesus is why he fucked off after the resurrection, didn’t stay around and tell everybody I told you so. If I was him I would have been shoving the fact I am God in everybody’s face.’ Well, responded the Groundskeeper, I suppose that if I was Jesus and someone had just hung me on a cross for standing up for what is right I’d probably think to myself there really isn’t too much more I can do. I can pretty safely say I’ve given this Almighty God thing everything and nobody listened. I’m taking my hot wife and living my own life elsewhere.
‘Yeah, I agree, it’s what I’d do to.’
Fred
Met a bloke named Fred the other day when I was picking mushrooms in the St. Marys area.
At first Fred wasn’t overly excited about this bloke walking up his out of the way street carrying a box. Then, we got talking.
Fred quickly gets onto religion, tells me he is a God fearing man, but he isn’t religous. Usually, in a situation like this in the very next sentence the person would prove themselves full of shit. But no, not Fred, he was telling me the truth.
We talked about God and creation, a bunch of other stuff like war that I only engaged in to a point, the point we understand it rather than banging on about what everyone else is doing. Mostly though, we talked about God, we talked about religion, chatted in depth about some forms of spirituality, none of it came from a book.
All of it cam from a book, Fred he was clearly an understander of Jesus, The Bible is rubbish, what Jesus said is not rubbish to paraphrase very very briefly, Fred tells me. I agree with Fred. We open up our discussion from this point of agreement. I come at him from a Taoism perspective, not the book, the way I live my life. Also the book, they are basically one and the same. My perspective includes quoting Jesus, Fred’s quoting Taoism.
An hour and a bit later we pray from one another, Fred asks me first if he can and I say sure, I took this as permission to do the same. Fred starts out with his arm on my shoulder, Dear Heavenly Father. I start, also with my hand on Fred’s shoulder, Dear Father.
My father is the same as yours Christians, it has to be. I don’t see it the same as you or give it the same words but it is the same thing, the same supreme being, the God of all Gods, existence itself. I pray to the same thing, Fred did too. I pray to it this way, and many others, because this is how I came to understand it, just like you are doing, coming to understand it through your means.
To separate us on a story when the story has the same intention is pure evil, pure satanism. To understand God, to talk about it freely in such a way that a man who was very insecure about me picking mushrooms ended up giving me permission to forage on his land is what is necessary. It didn’t matter what our story to our understanding was, it was the same understanding, the same goal.
Freedom and peace.
Freedom and peace should be your only goal if you know God, understand it at all. You will encourage everyone to follow their path because you know the acceptance of one another is the way to peace, our stories only get in the way.
The Church Community
The church community, or in this case communities that my mother chose were absolutely fantastic places. It was pretty easy to go to church every week to be honest.
From the start Sunday school was fun enough, then getting a little more involved in church activity was cool, a church camp was also a highlight. Pretty much ended up being a fuck fest for horny teens. More a rub fest really.
They were all great environments though. The community was great. Mum were she still alive would give a big thank you to the church for the support she received. Honestly, besides myself and my sister who gave her an old car when she badly needed it nobody supported her like the church, nobody at all.
I’m not saying others didn’t give a lot too, my brothers and Aunty for example, but the church they exceeded all expectations and then some. It wasn’t the church though it was the beautful people within them, like the Keane’s.
Beautiful people attend these spaces and help other beautiful people in really difficult times. They don’t question it, they just help, they listen, they pray for one another.
The church, like mates, it really is a beautiful beautiful tool. The community of it proves this, the teaching on the doctrine however its only downfall.
Maria
Maria Beller. No point looking this one up, you won’t find her. I’d recommend my siblings think twice if our mother’s maiden name is any of their banking security questions however.
In my circles Maria Beller is known as Oma. Her husband George, Opa.
These two people were tough grandparents, discipline no part to play. Tough because we could barely understand a single word that came out of their mouths.
Former Yugoslavia they hail from, what would now be known as modern day Croatia. Post World War II they moved to Germany where my mother was born, Monika Beller, then found their way to Australia when she was a toddler.
Oma had a thick accent and poor hearing, nothing that came out her mouth was English. My mother could understand, so could Brigitte, her sister, but the rest of us had little chance. Everything was so loud that came from her, the loudness and the brashness and thickness of the accent were not good company.
Opa, the opposite, super quiet. Strong accent but not thick, he spoke so quietly and nothing could be done to get his volume to turn up. You had to have a lot of patience to listen to him, we were kids, patience was not part of our vocabularly.
Opa was super healthy, ridiculously healthy all his life. Going to the home was a difficult decision for him but Oma could no longer cook and look after the house. Opa had absolutely no skills in this area, he could not look after himself, let alone the two of them. He was part of the decision to move to a retirement home, it killed him.
Maybe 10 years later, less, he was dead, the last five or six years were sad, the home destroyed his soul, took away his purpose. Opa’s purpose, simple purpose, looking after a garden, chickens, hanging out in his little orchard.
I’ll go back to Oma. For years and years she could not remember any of our names bar Rachel. Having a conversation was pointless. Then a pure miracle of science came along, cataracts surgery.
Oma had this basic basic surgery and her world opened back up to her. Eileen had cataracts surgery recently too, took an hour or two, her feedback and reinvigorated zest for life is a thing of pure beauty.
The first time I walked into the home after the surgery, I’m pretty sure Danyel was with me, Oma looked up from her chair, looked me straight in the eye and said, Frederick, you look like a nigga. Yep, the first time she remembered my name for well over a decade and this is what she said to me.
Different people, different time.
Danyel looked at me and said, ‘she didn’t? Did she?’ ‘Yep, she did mate, but, more importantly this is the first time Oma you have remembered me in forever!’ Big hugs and we got on with our lives, were able to talk, have a real relationship for the first time.
Science, come on, let’s not deny it. Especially not deny it when it suits us to deny it and use it when it benefits.
Science is God too buddies, it has to be, God is everything right?
A special occasion
Lamp out, it is a special occasion, I get to talk to the church in a way they cannot deny their stupid. I’ll repeat the basic learning over in the space with the people having fun, the rooters.
Because buddies, first because, wear bloody protection, wear condoms and get rooting. Basic message, protect yourself then root away, experience yourself for you, this phenomenal machine you are given, the only thing that will ever be yours. Experience it FFS.
Second because, I do not understand how you can treat semen and the monthly ovum release differently, I do not understand this ignorance.
Did you just say, because Fred the ovum, women’s egg, is released involuntarily and the sperm is not?
You ignorant cunt.
Two paragraphs ago I started writing I am going to start swearing less with you guys, changed my mind, clearly.
A mature man, unless they have a medical condition or are as old as fuck, but even then they still get hard-ons. Cannot be stopped.
Did you just say, no, I never get aroused? Fucking liar!! You’re a liar too! You call yourself a Christian, of course you do, not surprised.
You cannot help it, they come in your sleep, not always but sometimes, eventually. Even just the once per month, they’ll come, you get them.
Do you know the purpose of a roaring Roger? To shoot cum as far into the pussy as possible. The man goo is ready to go, it’s just waiting for the right stimulation to blast into the furtherest regions of her nether, his arse, both are fun, try it.
Guess what faithful buddies, you get a boner and some of this shit just edges out, drools out, cannot be helped, it is involuntary. Edging and drooling, both fun. Come over to the fuckfest and you’ll learn all about it.
Ever touched your knob when you had a boner and your fingers end up a little sticky? Yes, you have. That’s your beauty spew good buddy, cum, semen, manjuice, spunk, jism, your seed. Seed and egg, pretty similar, how they work, wouldn’t you say?
Both the ovum and sperm are released involuntarily, it is the way it is. Women drop one egg per month, the point of the period, then a new one comes in. If it is never fertilised it is never fertilised, it is invoiuntarily released, it is there ready to go, you cannot stop the process, not every egg was meant to be a human being.
The sperm is always there too, releases itself involuntarily, replenishes itself. The difference between the woman and man, she gets rid of one egg per month, it hurts most months, the other situation maximum pain after nine months, men drop millions upon millions of these things in the same time. This is how fucked up your current arguments with sperm are, dickheads.
Almost no sperms were meant to be humans, thank fucking God for that too.
Like seriously buds, use your fucking brain, better still use your cock and pussy brains.
I’m from Ipswich
The swearing, name calling and pointing out how stupid you are, I’ve slept on it. If anything, good buddies, I will make every other page perfect grammar, use not a word of offence, before I stop calling you a fucktard. Because You, religous and spirituality identifying buddy, are an absolute FUCKTARD.
Discrimination is your world, it is destroying my world. Fuck off and be better. I will make sure together in this space you are faced with your discrimination, ignorance and separation in every paragraph until you understand what I am try to achieve here, unity, peace.
Unity and peace should be your focus too, your only purpose if you are religous or spiritual. But, it is not, not even playing in the same ballpark.
Unity and peace is beyond the words that come out of my mouth, my beliefs being different to yours, my God having a different name, or any name, not having a God at all. It should not matter if you know God, if you understand Jesus, paid any attention to Buddha, were willing to listen to the message in the Mahabharata.
Unity and peace, my ability to find freedom and heaven does not come from a book, bowing down to the Himalayas or from being raised in Ipswich. I do not remember your name Cygnet spiritual fucktard running Kirtan, you being a spirtitual forcer of beliefs on me, ignorant rubbish, is not okay simply because you came from Ipswich and I did not. Having no interest in listening to me in return because you grew up Ipswich and I did not is rubbish, harmful rubbish. Yeah tard here needed to make sure I knew he grew up in Ipswich, makes him better than me.
Read my story good buddy, remember in the process I’m barely 15% into it, then let’s talk about Ipswich. Afterwards reflect back to how many times I brought my upbringing into our one-sided chat. I feel sorry for your beautiful wife who I had a phenomenally beautiful conversation with the moment your attention was not involved.
Oh, I bought my background into that coversation the same amount of times too, zero.
This is almost all spiritual and religous folk at the moment, a version of it, we’re going to be better together here.
Meditation Practice
Ainslie, I love this name. It came into my life through a band I enjoy, #1 Dads. Ainslie Willis is her full name I reckon, beautiful voice, amazing presence through the speakers, very easy to listen to.
I hear Ainslie in the Dads and my eyes close, I relax back into the chair, my body and mind become completely clear, pure attention within myself, God it is beautiful people. Meditation one.
Queuing at a cafe, mind closes, thoughtless, full attention within myself. Full attention to the cashier, my order, the people in front of me, behind me, coming from left and right, the dog about to trip me up with its lead. Meditation number two.
I am driving, my full attention is within myself, there is absolute clarity on the road ahead, and 50 metres to either side at the same time. The rearview mirror is also present. Meditation three.
Lying on your side in a park, under a tree, naturally your eyes close, there is no sleep. The eyes open 15 minutes later, energy has returned to your being. Meditation four.
Four examples is the maximum I want to give. From here I ask you to build on my examples, work to understand the messaging. Here, I am highlighting that all of the meditations come naturally, spontaneously.
I have nearly mastered meditation, very few moments am I not as present as the examples above.
It is 7am, time to put my mat down, the music on. I sit with my legs crossed, elbows resting near my knees, palms faced upwards, thumb and index finger forming an O, close my eyes. I am practicing meditation.
Good buddies, ignorant good buddies, in no world is the above activity any resemblance of meditation other than practicing meditation. Even then I’m not so sure you are practicing that, a bit confused on what to call it actually.
But Fred, I go to the moon and stars, I become a dragon, I can be anything I want to be, the whole universe. You have no fucking idea what you are talking about fucktard.
I hear you ignorant good buddy and, of course, appreciate the feedback.
Three factors we need to talk about here. That rubbish that just built up in your body and expressed in keyboard warrioring, shouting, screaming, spitting on me, is called attachment. Attachment, holding onto a belief without evidence that this belief benefits anybody. In fact, the feeling, the reaction, is telling you what you are doing to the world because of your attachment to the belief I am meditating is destroying the universe for everyone. Your meditation has nothing to do with meditation, 100% to do with exclusivity, a clique, being better than me because you use fancy words for what you do and I do not.
That you cannot bring yourself into the same space as what you call meditation naturally in any moment, at any moment shows you I am right. Pure meditation is there all the time, you experience what you experience through it, all of it, sometimes it is similar to the psychedelic space. Experience is coming and going as it goes and comes, it happens naturally. Meditation mastery is full acceptance of experience, you do not need to set aside time for it, again, occurs at all times, every moment.
Three, and final, of course you can be the whole universe buddy. I know this without doubt, you only believe it. Hence, your meditation outcomes are repetitive, all your examples are the same example. You’re starting to get bored of telling you the lesson and You not listening.
Meditation junkie, just like psychedelic junkies, all stuck on the same experience, too ignorant to move forward, exclusivity of the theatrics of your experience is the only thing that matters. What a boring cunt you are. Really, what a cunt you are, how many hundreds/thousands people have you got stuck in your belief, your ignorance with you?
I know I am the universe, absolutely know, hence I live in experience. There is next to no trying to control my destiny or outcomes, I just live, just now, right here, nowhere else. It is my full universe, there is nothing else, there needs to be nothing else, my universe is beyond the phenomenal shit that might exist in the outer reaches of space. It is pure love, pure experience, pure walking side by side with God, it is heaven.
Heaven right here on earth. Jesus was trying to tell you this good buddies, many more beautiful people too, but you just don’t listen.
Every moment is heaven, I love my life absolutely, I do not need to get in the way of it by practicing shit anymore, just do it, so much more fun, meditation in every moment really is heaven.
Use other words too good buddies, they mean the same thing, whichever you understand best. Meditation, mindfulness, alertness, awareness, presence, hereness, nowness, this moment.
Concentration is a great to step to meditation, giving what you are doing complete attention, dishesd included. Eventually you will realise that you are naturally giving it your full attention, did not need to concentrate anymore. You enjoyed it, felt great, were aware you were doing the dishes, gave full attention to each one, did a bbloody good job, picked up some tips, simple tips, you had never noticed before to do them better next time.
Guess what friends? You were just meditating, not practicing it, meditating. Full attention without concentration.
Concentration requires energy, it is work. Meditation returns energy, that is the strangeness you are trying to work out right now, how do I feel so bloody good after doing the damn dishes?
Yep, good buddies, meditation brings this beautiful form of energy.
Once you learn this, for me anyway, in a crowd I close my eyes and I am alone, absolutely alone. The noises, the intellectual knowing there are people present, someone bumping into me, no, I am alone. My perception through my eyes is my primary reality, as it is yours, without them I cannot know for sure what is happening in my world, if it even exists. I do not know.
My evidence right now shows me blackness, it brings sound, those sounds are nothing unless they are attached to a something, I am making them, I am the something. I bumped into something, myself maybe, my eyes are closed, I do not know.
Closed eyes in a crowded room, one minute of pure silence without any silence, silence in chaos allows me to come back to the noise and chaos refreshed, ready to participate again. Meditation mates, if your result is not as I have explained here it is not meditation, it is practice.
What your experience is trying to tell you is what I am explaining about me. You are the universe, the full universe, if you wanted to be a sun, planet, whatever, you would be. While you are there you are not here living the thing you are, this beautiful animal on a ridiculously phenomenal land. Waste it all you want coming up here without hands, a nose, ears, touch, cool, but wouldn’t it be better to use those things where they are useful? In your body?
In my body my universe is my body, the car I am leaning into, the keyboard being typed on, the bed surrounding it, Bullwinkle in my peripheral, his breath and the stereo quietly in my ears, nothing in my head, a light radiating from my stomach. My universe is phenomenally beautiful, it is everything, all there needs to be, it is who I am, who you are.
Learn this buddies, remove your ego so you can move on and live in meditation rather than just practice it your whole life getting nowhere.
Back in Ipswich
Where a person grew up and the circumstances underlying does not give them excusive rights to spiritual pathways, religous freedom, personal exploration, heaven.
Your background and mine make no difference while making a hell of a difference in the path we follow, our own.
In fact, Ipswich, that you grew up in the 90s in one of the most difficul suburbs in Australia makes your path significantly simpler than someone who grew up in absolute privilege during norties on the beaches of Bondi.
That you do not understand that, and more sadly, do not understand that Ipswich is the Bondi above to many other places in Australia, them Bondi to many other places in the world, shows you your complete ignorance, that you have not found a thing of any value in your life, you offer no value to this world. Your pathway and growth is bullshit.
Buddy, you are not progressing towards freedom at this stage of your path, you are moving in the other direction. Your life in Ipswich is nothing compared to the lows you are going to face in the future days of this life. For God’s sake, for your sake, I hope there are no future lives in this thing.
You do not know what hell is yet my friend, you do not need to go there. You can change this, your path in a heartbeat, the next one, provided it comes with opening your ears to yourself.
Understand, pal, the world you come from, Ipswich, is a simple world full of simple people with simple needs. Great people. Gossip and rubbish gets in their way, leading to the destruction of many lives, it is horrible, but underneath the horrible uis a simplicity in the necessities of life.
I am significantly more accepted in your community than I am your current community, the spiritual open one, add some weight to that in the elite circles, these people do not like me, I do not care.
I can be a good version of myself in Ipswich, so can you. I cannot be a good version of myself in your circles, in front of you. Any version of myself actually, hence I feel for your beautiful BEAUTIFUL wife.
When I did not give you the attention you demanded you literally, actually, unarguably turned your back on me. Not only did you turn your back on me you immediately put yourself in conversation with the other four people in the room who were already in conversation with one another. Every eye turned to you, their mouths flapped seldom, yours often.
I wasn’t listening to you but it was not possible to avoid hearing you, you demanded everyone’s attention, you stole and raped it all for yourself and only you. You left me behind, you left your wife behind, literally left us behind your back.
Thank you, as mentioned, we were forced somewhat into an uncomfortable position, it brought out words. Those words brought out more words, smiles, more smiles, non-stop smile, laughter, energy. Our mood, if you did not notice, which I know you did not became full energy, we were ready to hit the clubs.
You, however, and your crew, just like me when you turned the back were yawning, sapped of all energy, the last 30 minutes was pure work. Pure having to concentrate on this numbskull’s rubbish attention demanding. You too were ready for bed.
Do you understand what your wife and I were doing together? Meditating, that’s right good buddy, pure attention to the amazing environment we just created for ourselves. Nobody was left at the altar, not this day, not every day before it. You know we were, our energy versus yours was the evidence, you not being able to read it in the room further evidence.
Ask your wife how she felt after? I know you haven’t already. I know this isn’t the first time this week you have left her at the altar. Buddy, you do it in every conversation, leave her there, this beautiful creature that speaks such beautiful words, simply because you do not have ears to hear.
You told me yourself you have, what, three jobs, that when you are at home you have to busy, can never sit down and be still. Have to move move move.
Your meditation is Kirtan, which is not meditation at all, it is practicing the absolute basics of meditation.
Kirtan, beautiful beautiful, let me say this first, beautiful beautiful. Kirtan is a meditation discipline where a person, or group of people (absolutely beautiful in a community) chant together, often to the beat of a drum, percussion, band. The noises we people can make together. It will often include beads, basically a rosary, the beads are rotated one by one while the chant, or different chants are repeated. One of the beads is slightly bigger than the rest so you know when you are back at the start of the rotation, rotate x amount of times.
Kirtan is primarily concentration, the concentration on the words for the chant, the beating on the drum and the movement of the rosary. Additional concentration added to identify the large bead, you miss it, you add another round, five minutes or more. The starting bead is larger but not so large it cannot be passed straight over.
Such a beautiful tool Kirtan to learn to come into attention within meditation. The concentration aspects are included so beautifully, you can chant anything, make up whatever you want, ensure it means absolute nothingness. The chants widely being used are mainly from the eastern disciplines, India/Pakistan/Nepal/etcetera, the words literally mean nothing to most people saying them, it is the point. Clear your head of nothing but nonsense and spit the nonsense out to the world, this way all the usual nonsense is not there, just you and this thing.
Clearing mind technique numero uno. But, good buddies, you have to move to step two, remove the chant and simply clear the mind.
The beads, another conentration, during meditation, what do I do with my hands, like this, like that, no, here, there everywhere. Rosary takes the problem out of your hands, literally, by putting itself in your hands. Now, the only thing you need to do is move it slightly every 10 or so seconds, and identify the large bead.
Clearing mind technique two, get rid of the shit that gets in the way. Here, the thoughts in your head about something unneccesary to think about.
Identify the bead, such beauty in it, such absolute beauty. Through everything the big bead is your primary point of attention. Chanting, moving the rosary, position you are sitting in are all secondary so you start to do these activities completely unconsciously, they are part of the process that requires concentration to the bead. You first learn to do them completely naturally, still concentrating on the big bead, but naturally all other parts. We have almost learnt what we need to, almost in full attention.
You have mastered this practice when every part of the activity flows naturally, there is not a single thought, the bead comes up when it does. Neither do you want to speed the process up or slow it down.
Step two of the Kirtan meditation practice, level two, remove the props. Start with the big bead, get rid of it completely, stop counting your rotations but continue to rotate, rotate until you are ready to stop and then stop. Learn to feel comfortable at this interval of the stage.
Remove the rosary all together, just chant, same theory applies, until you are ready to stop. Next step, what do you reckon good buddies? Yep, silence to the songs.
Now buddies, you are meditating, full attention without any concentration, mastered the practice all together. Now you get to begin the application of that practice to the world you exist in, the fun part, what we are learning together with our friend Ipswich.
Like, the bloke tries, clearly, doing his best, just needs to listen, that’s all, nothing else. Only to himself, and of course, his world value adding wife.
Ipswich knows I am right too, he said it to me. No, I fuckin’ didn’t, Fred. Yeah, you did good buddy. I have three jobs, when I am at home I cannot sit still, I come to Kirtan for silence, to meditate, it’s about the only place I can do it. So much rattling around in my head that needs to done.
If you cannot be still in life buddy and your life needs to be full distraction, there is no life, it is no life, it is a waste of the creature you are. To be able to stay still with yourself, thoughtless, in love, is the pinnacle of beauty in existence, the pinnacle. Kirtan can teach you how, you just need to shut your ignorant gob and open the fucking ears.
Bloody hell Ipswich.
No more Ispwich
Well, maybe a little more, we’ll see.
Ipswich is also unaware of a key ingredient to our recipe. His influence.
Fortuntely, Ipswich here has only influenced a small section of the world with his ignorance, let us say 1000 people. Destroying 1000 worlds is the only thing he needs to accept, yeah, bloody hard, but 1000 only. His path is not so difficult to feel this pain in himself, accept he did it, was the perpetrator, abuser, violater, murderer, the person holding the rope around a good man’s sisters neck.
15 he was when he walked back in the door of the house before school and found her there hanging. Twin sister.
Imagine being the names that follow good buddy, I will only name the first that pop in my head, there are a hell of a lot more; Trump, Albaneze, Swift, Rihanna, Sheeran, West, Kardashian, Hilton, Cyrus, Lamar, Adele, Musk, Bieber, De Caprio, Smith, Gibson, Rowling.
Millions upon millions these people have influenced. 10s of millions upon 10s of millions. Of course we are going to get stuck right into this conversation, but, can you guess how many people have found success, financial success, following these people?
I reckon, without knowing the data, I would be able to count them on one hand.
How many people do you think they destroyed on their way to this material all or nothing outcome?
Between us we do not have enough hands.
How many people have been given judgemental eyes, snide remarks, teased, bullied, bashed, completely ostracised because they do not fit in to the disgustingly toxic messages behind their heroes musing?
How many have ended up with their necks at the end of a rope?
Our hands and feet, and those of the 50 people closest to us do not even begin to do this number justice.
So, again, Ipswich buddy, be grateful at how easy your path is, the simple shit you have to accept that came from a simple beautiful life. Imagine the possibilities in a complicated confused life, the example here.
Let’s work together good buddy, all of us, separation only leads to a rope. You know this mate, I know this, we all know it.
Taoism
Did you know I really love writing here? Besides giving myself full permission to treat you like you do me and every other person who does not believe what you do it’s just a heap of fun, all this stuff is great to discuss.
Were I to indentify under a religous or doctrinal pathway it would be Taoism, nothing else, everything else.
My path and learning has been ridiculusly fast simply because I do not identify or attach myself to anything, even drugs. The drugs are the most beautiful tool available on this earth for healing us and healing her in quick time.
I know they work, absolutely, I know Taoism works, absolutely, there is evidence available. Your path however I know does not work, absolutely, there is no evidence it has worked for anybody ever. Jesus, christians, is not evidence, he wrote no words that you read, your reading is the words of other. You do not know if Jesus, Muhammad, Buddha, Laozi, Zhuangzi, Arjuna, Krishna, Ganesha, Ibrahim, Coyote, Odin and many others ever existed, you only have stories, stories are not truth.
Experiencing freedom you do not have this, I do, my path works, clear evidence, yours does not, clear evidence.
The absolute beauty in Taoism, dau-i-zm, is that it is not a doctrine, it cannot be followed. Taoism is simply a bunch of questions without any answers except through exploration of the being that I am, and you are. Were it to have one overarching theory it would be to experience you for you, nothing else.
As one learns Taoism they start to understand that they understand nothing about it, it is completely confusing. Study, study, study, try to understand, nope, nowhere, the words do not make sense. How can I apply this to my life when there is nothing to apply? The main question if you sit there and try to force yourself to understand. Completely useless approach.
Taoism is asking you to admit that you do not understand what is going on in the book, encouraging you to go and find out.
Go and find out, explore, study, trial, experiment, experience.
Experience includes every single thing. Every religion, every doctrine, every path, every word you have ever heard and do not understand, yoga, tai chi, meditation, mindfulness, awareness, all the rest.
For about five years, until two years ago, I read and studied like a maniac. Literally took 40 books to Gabon with me, some big, some small. By the time I left Europe two months later they were all gone with the exception of the ones that came with me everywhere; The Tao Te Ching, I Ching and, for a time, Zhuangzi.
Tao Te Ching, the Taoist bible so to speak. I Ching, it’s guidance tool, similar to oracle and tarot. Zhuangzi, the Tao Te Ching told in another way from another perspective.
The books, these and the 100s that came before, were on every single behavioural topic I could find, my interest to understand the motivation in the behaviours. Readings included religous texts, exploring tantra, spiritual writings, violence, sexual violence, human trade, the destruction of our earth, any anything that could help me understand me.
Explicitly I mentioned tantra above, contrary to popular belief tantra has nothing to do with sex, not the origination anyway. The sexual pathway branched away from the origins. Nor does yoga have anything to do with what we think of it today, the exercise version.
Both yoga and tantra originated from the space of learning to come into oneness and unity with yourself. Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda is a ridiculously good and easy read to understand the discipline, what I am saying here.
Yoga, the defintion, union or to join. Tantra, the definition, to weave, compose, or inter-weave.
All this reading is useless however by itself. The important part, most important part, only important part is to further delve into the stuff you read that resonates with your heart. Taoism resonated with mine even though it made no sense for a long time, then it did, and God my life is beautiful because of it.
What I mean here, take the stuff that resonates with you and see if you can apply it to your life without complicating your life or trying to make extra time in your already time-poor lives.
Through reading my shit you will clearly see stuff in my life which did not come from Taoism. Jesus influences my words and lifestyle heavily, the Upanishads had some great stuff, Mohammed speaks beautifully, Buddha a phenomenally beautiful man, my mates have said shit that is pure inspiration, and then, of course, there is Katrina. Laozi, well, nobody knows if it was a man, or a bunch of people, who cares, it’s great all the same.
Were I still identified to Christianity I would be nowhere, but, through my relationship with Jesus and none of the other crap I can easily identify as a christian and talk as christians do. People from an eastern background generally identify me first as aligning somewhat with the Buddhism path. Taoist’s, true one’s, well, they know in a heartbeat I align.
If you cannot apply the thing you want to apply to your life in a way it makes sense then it is not for you, move on to something else, try everything. Key Taoist learning, experience experience experience, instead of gather gather gather information.
If you can be without being, identifying, then your path is wide open already, absolutely wide open. The moment you idenify and hold onto something the door closes right up. The door, it never closes fully, there is always a light, hence your way may take you somewhere but, as mentioned, you have no evidence to offer me on this, whereas I have evidence to offer you.
Whether you want to believe it or not I do not care, that’s about you and your stuck path, not me and my open one.
The eternal God
Dreamtime, the Australian Aboriginal word for their creation stories. A mix of white person words of course which is the best way for us to interpret the meaning of the stories.
Dreamtime are some of the most beautiful and simple creation stories I know. They are not for me to tell, there are versions out there all over the place, some beautifully illustrated books. One of my favourites How the Kangaroo got its tail by George Mung Mung Lirrmiyarri.
Additionally, the passing of the name, the traditional name from one generation to the next, assigned by the first mother of this phenomenal land. Australia, yes, she is beautiful, absolutely.
Assigned, Indigenous folk have two names, the above and another more unique, helps to be able to recognise one another when backs are turned. The names that are passed down are all the same, there are 15 to 25 or so depending on tribe, maybe even just the same amount but I cannot remember it. All depends on relationships between families, the number of the child, the generation, is a cycle of four or so generations, maybe less.
I do not share this mother, yet they are all my brothers and sisters in the same way they are to one another but I am not to them. I see them deeper than their belief simply because I understand what First Nations folk do not yet. None of you do yet, very few.
The first mother, the true first mother, the mother of this body we exist as a part of begun well before this mother, our Australian one. She is eternal, she is mother, your mother, the mother of Chinese, Mama, Madre, Seniorita, Senora, Mzazi, Mor, Nanay, Oka-San, Me, Amai, Inay, Anyu, Ama, mutter, more, clearly.
There is one mother that matters, she is also our father. It is both. As fun as the above was finding names I do not particularly need to do it again here, try it yourself, find the languages and cultures that come to your mind. Explore them a little.
The crux of what we are doing here folk. Simply understanding all our beliefs are the same thing, different versions of the same story, the same creator, the same mother, the same father. We can keep all these stories, talk to them, understand them, find freedom from their teachings, but first we need to know this is not what it is, not the only thing any way. So it is what it is but also isn’t, it is both, which is what makes it what it is.
The eternal God.
Might as well get along
Ow-strae-l-ia, instead of, Oz-strayle-ya, is what is required when answering the question de donde eres? Where are you from, in Spanish, I speak Australian and I have to repeat it 100 times. You have to too, people ask you where you are from and they want to know, will stay with you, not let you leave, until you work it out together.
My countries name and the Spanish word for now, ahora, uh-or-ah, are the two words I have to really concentrate every time to say, just do not roll off my Aussie tongue easily.
Which brings me to a side not, a couple of friends have a young daughter in Australia, they named her Alquila, or Aquila, or Aquila, I still do not know. The mother got up me, well kind of, for saying it wrong, afterwards I still couldn’t say it right. A well travelled man, knows bits and pieces of multiple languages and I could not get this name right.
The family living in a very Aussie region, many people have never left their little island of Tasmania, most only know Aussie twang and ways and nothing else. This young girl is going to have a terrible time trying to get people to say her name, she’ll be teased because of it, meanings from her name will be taken from everywhere. Completely inappropriate for the culture, parents simply being too attached to something for common sense to be involved in the discussion.
I am looking for an apartment, it’s what triggered the memory, the Spanish word for rent, or to rent, is alquilar, pretty sure it is the girl’s too. It really isn’t the best word to have applied to one given its connotations in Australian society.
In Spanish speaking countries we have to apply Spanish techniques to our pronunciation. Can never speak Spanish unless we do, even if I know every word in the language. I have to speak their language in order for us to speak the same one.
It’s what we do here, by the end of the sub-heading, ensure we are speaking the same language. Understand why it is so important to collectively understand our first mother, and what makes the eternal god the god of your god.
Whether your belief is the metaphysical as we have mainly talked about to now, the computer simulation type approach or one of atheism, believing in nothing, it does not matter. What matters is in about 10 minutes we will be speaking the same language.
When I reflect on my world there are some things that are clear, absolutely, cannot be argued.
Every single experience we witness the circle of life, particularly when we eat food, a task we all do every day. Most of us. The eating of the food includes a repetitive cycle which cannot be avoided, life and death. If you are born, the only guarantee available is that you will die.
The plant consumed started from a seed, grew into the plant, was picked, entered my stomach, broken down, dead. Hence, keeping me alive.
In order for me to live, to maintain life, I must participate in this cycle. With a strong emphasis on the death part of the cycle for other species, both flora and fauna.
Looking beyond myself and the world I witness now, starting to look at it from the position of creation, what is it?
First, all we need to understand about creation is the above and all the evidence available to us. Science for example, thought they had the answer, then more science showed they did not have the answer at all. Quantum physics and alternative dimensions have now entered the conversation, terms that did not exist in any space but myth previously.
These are the answer now, but are they? My evidence shows me that finding out these answers will simply bring more questions, they are all where did that come from?
Where did we come from?
So, we look at this from the perspective of a basic truth, the only basic truth, every thing has a beginning and an end, everything is born and dies. Every piece of evidence proves this to you, every single one, you do not have a single example to debunk the statement. Even the earth, she will die, this is called planetary death.
Humans know about planetary death and things like supernovas, exploding stars, because science has explored them and proven they occur. Shows it will happen eventually to every planet and star. Further science proves the earth was not always just here, it had a beginning. Therefore, as we all know, will have an end.
Do not believe in science? Come on buddy, just come one, what are you reading these words on right now? Do not believe in science then you need to go live in the middle of the Amazon, it is one of the only places that science does not exist. You cannot even take a lighter or a magnifying glass to get the fire started with you. To accept science when it suits you and ignore it when it does not is pure hypocrisy. After all, science is God too good buddies, it has to be, God is everything, right?
Every beginning has an ending. From my readings these words are repeated in every religous and spiritual text, every one, a version of them. Every one of your texts is telling you this, we are speaking together on something we all know. Do you understand there is a commonality between you all, that maybe your beliefs are not so different? Simulation theorists, you too.
So, basic simplicities, humans, where did we come from? Let’s not put whatever word to it, go beyond the human, back to the animal, where did it come from? Where did that come from? And that? That? We are back at only the earth being here by herself now, nothing else on it but a big rock with massive pools of water.
However, at this point the massive rock and pools of water are not water or rock, they are simply whatever they are without words. Words do not exist in the time before human beings, words are solely available to one species, this species, us. Before we came along there were no words, no names, no titles, no separating of things based on a defintion or a story.
Before the earth, the universe, where did she come from? Big bang, God, the power switch?
Okay cool, where did the matter come from that made the big bang possible, what was it? Had to be something.
Nah, Fred just always been there.
God, where did it come from, how did it come into being?
Fred, everybody knows God has just always been there.
The main frame, who built that?
Fred, the mainframe is the mainframe, it is the driver, always been the mainframe.
Come on buds, if this is your answer it is no answer at all.
You have an answer to what came before those things you say? Well, I am pretty sure you also know my next question?
Yep, of course, where did that come from?
Medicine trip one night this is all I did, got this stupid question out of my head, understood it. Understood above all that I have no fucking idea how creation started, none at all. None of my theories make sense, they are stupid when I really delve into them, all end up as it’s always just been there, existence, experience, whatever.
No, it hasn’t, that’s the same response as yours.
The only answer I could come up with after almost destroying my brain is I do not know and will never ever know. The closest correct answer to the question there is, is nothing. The answer, we came from nothing, everything came from absolutely nothing.
A nothing human beings cannot understand when ego or any mind activity is involved at all. Nothing, no duality. No light and dark, good and bad, up and down, this and that, whatever and whatever else. No matter. Pure nothing.
It is humbling is it not? We think we are everything, want to be everything, need to be God when our origins are a nothing with no memory, no future, no past, no nothing at all. Not even nothing exists in this version of nothing, simply because there is absolutely no somethings.
Understanding?
So, let’s move forward to the moment an animal learnt to say words, describe and define things, the creation of homo sapien.
To this point none of the other animals, plants, planets, stars, any anything had a name. Stories had not come into existence as yet, no recalling of memories to loved one’s of holidays taken, no planning for a future with a potential mate, no teaching our children how to cook over the phone, no theories regarding what we are and where we came from. No words.
Humans start to communicate, speak to one another, realise it is more simple to give each other something unique, there is too many of us to keep shouting across rooms, the first names.
This is better, let’s do it with everything else, suddenly Bob can tell Bill to go and buy a new bong, boots, butter or broccoli.
Brocolli is cool thinks Bill, also helps to keep me feeling great, might grow some. Bill does, it’s hard work, needs help, enlists his sexual partner Betty. Bill teaches Betty to sow the land, using words is much easier than actions, Betty understands, the first stories from memory are created. This tool, communication tool, is pretty damned useful.
Funny shit starts to happen, Betty falls over, face splat in a cow shit. The cow, the shit and laugh are all words being used now.
Bill shares the story with Bob, Bob shares it with Ben and Ben with Britney.
Not all stories are funny, humans experience all the emotions humans do, they talk about them, open them up. More stories being created.
Questions start to enter, simple stuff, how do we make life easier? Theories are created, effectively the early science, primarily philosophy.
Okay, so, de we understand the above, words are unique to humans, they did not exist before we existed.
Every story and every theory was created by a specific species, words themselves are nothing.
Whatever your story or theory trying to understand what we do here, if your answer is it has always just been there then you know this is no answer. If you are still maintaining it after the basic explanation I have written the only thing driving you is attachment to belief, a complete disinterst towards unity and harmony in this world. Separation, war, is your only purpose and motivation.
Every story and theory from a creation perspective is simply a story created by the species who have the capacity to do so. They came from the same species searching for the same answer with the only difference being the environment they existed in.
Each story, religous or spiritual or other, its origins are the same origin. The only differences the environment, socialising, conditioning of the creators. It’s these conditions, the means to understand the story, that create the different versions.
Again, different versions of the same story, the same question, where did we come from?
All our stories, as all of us, atheism included, have a beginning and an end. The beginning was with humans, they will end with humans. The earth, she was here before stories, the universe before her, it’s beginning further back again. God, it was here before all of that, whatever your name for it, will be here beyond it, beyond your stories, beyond you.
Even this thing, the thing behind this thing, all of our evidence points towards it having a start and end too. There is no evidence to the contrary.
Your stories cannot describe this thing, can merely help you understand you cannot understand it. The best answer you will ever have is no answer. Same as answer as me. Every one of your stories together, as a collective, were what brought me this beautiful learning. They are all equally it, equally not it, none of them are any of it.
When I learned this stopped reading, understood the message behind every book, every text, was the same thing.
Stories, theories, religions, dogma, simply came from something creation created and will uncreate.
Understand the basic here and you can understand your brothers and sisters from every corner of the word. More importantly you’ll finally come to know God, yourself, me. Understand we are the same thing sharing the same space, might as well get along.
The way
Believe it or not good buddies I am done with treating you like this, like you treat me. Have made my point. Will continue making it.
I love you, I really really do, the community of church (representing religion) to me was integral in my mother’s comfort, support, the network she needed in order to survive. I have so much love for you because of the love your space gives, like phenomenally beautiful are not the right words for what you can be.
The hard part simply is the inability to answer questions from a rational perspective. Particularly the unwillingness to understand what we have available now versus then, technology for example. From there, unwilling to understand that technology itself is a way to God too. It is questions seeking answers, exactly the same as me and you are doing.
Let’s understand this and do things a little more together. You will continue to be a heavy presence going forward, in a different way, a beautiful way, a not so much in your face type of way anyway.
Let’s see if we can make it the way, just our way, your own way.
Like, buds, it really is the way.