Saturday, April 24, 2010

April 24, 2010

Listening to: Warbrain – Alkaline Trio
Thinking about:
Whereever you go, the new things you experience, and the place you explore,
you realize that there is something about it that seems familiar,
it is something that is a part of this realm that you know as “Life”.

You are lost, and this is your home.

Proclaim to all: they are free from sin because ther is no death,
All is living, all is blessing,
there is nothing to need, and there is no need to do,
then this is already heaven;
but to get there we must understand, that all is peace,
and realize that what we once called injustice, is only the awesome:
Art of Reality
Tragedy of Life
There is no way to escape this Great God called Existence,
because everywhere you go you will always be at home.

Funny how life works, you can’t miss out on anything and be happy.
Being all you dont get something until you learnt that you can live without it.
The burdens that you now have, there is no way to get rid of them.

There is no way to get rid of Life:
It does not matter how much I sleep, I am always tired.
It does not matter how much I eat, I am always hungry.
It does not matter how much I drink, I always thirst.
It does not matter how much I masturbate, I am always horny.
These were not meant to be gotten rid of:
When Jesus talks about the water that if you drink you will never thirst again,
He is talking about these, but we must drink this water.
You must drink the thirst, let it be part of you,
Only then will you never need to drink this water again.

This, what I am trying to get rid of is my home; what I am trying to understand, when I was meant to forever be confused.

Hell is full of people who would rather commit suicide than live, Heaven is full of people who would rather go to hell than die.  I wish I was in constant never-ending pain, so that I would be forced to understand what it means to Live.

A girl made me cry last night, we were praying around her, everyone laid hands on her, after I made a prayer she told me to take my hand off of her, because she didnt know me thata well.  I was feeling free that night (so free that I got yelled at by a driver and then a cop told me to get off the road), cant remember why?  So I didnt hold back or make an excuse for my tears.
But I learned something from it of course, she did nothing wrong (no one ever does anything wrong), my sadness came from myself, because I did not understand.  I have known this, but I have always been afraid of getting lost in oblivion.  My mind is always going crazy these days, I love it right now.  I spend my time reflection on the eminent pain that is eternally constant and ever-present, and thinking about how I must love it so that I have a motivation to live.
Wondering about how the only thing that people mind, that anyone is ashamed of, that make people tick is finding out that they had not considered a possibility, when they thought they had everything covered (basically, of being wrong); of finding out that their world is a delusion, that they do not live in the world that they thought they were in, this is every sinful being’s nightmare.

Today I have been trying to understand this, that there will always be things that come at me by surprise; I have been trying to realize the value of fear; the beauty of being lost.

I am searching for a joy that will never be shaken by Absolutely anything; but such joy can only be reached if you can have joy in a life in which joy can be shaken.

This is what I have believed for more than years: Hell and Heaven are one thing, the distinction between both comes in the person itself, whether they are willing to live with the Truth or not
When I read Revelation I read it like this: when it talks about that Great and Terrible day, it is the damned that will want to die because of God's eminent Glory. Those that pure-heartedly search for Truth, will be transformed...
Therefore:we live in dark times... not because of the things that people do. But because of the HATE that people have towards the things that are done.
Maybe my problem is not being able to Love, but not knowing what to Love.  (Maybe because Love comes naturally to us, as natural as our will to Live).  I think the problem is that I keep forgetting what to Love (it would make sense, since everytime that I feel that Blessed Lovingness is because I find out what it is that I have been actually fearing; a dark spot in my consideration, where I think there is death; though death does not exist, these dark spots do; and only until I love them will light shine upon them; God presents to you a box, with Unknown inside of it; it is a gift, He says that you must open it.  Your Love for the Gift of Life must be Unconditional if you want to open this box; you must not be afraid, and you can’t hope for it to miss something (or else it would not be Unknown).
Yesterday I learned that: how could I ever be happy in a world where I never have to cry?  When I will never be confused again?  I should not be trying to avoid these, these are part of Life, and just let them happen, let them go through me as they come, not having faith in something better afterwards, but knowing that this is the Best.
            So am I at peace when I am afraid?  When I dont want to go outside, when I feel uninspired... when I feel dead, when I would rather die, when I wish that the world was better, when I wish my life was different, I shall be at peace with my emotions, with my hesitation, with my doubt, my lack of faith, my fear and its “unfortunate” effects in my life.  I shall be at peace with my conflict.
            Fear is what grows inside of me when I feel rejected for too long, the same fear that wakes up when I think of talking to people.  I must be comfortable with one, to be comfortable with the other.  I shall not fear ANYTHING that is going on, no matter how bad I think its getting.  Because if I fear these extremes, they will show up when the opposite of what we fear is happening, we will never be at peace.
Example: I am afraid to talk to girls because of fear of being rejected, so I dont talk to them.  I get lonely at nights and I am concerned and I tell myself that I should not fear.  When I try to talk to a girl again, I remember how lonely I was the night before, and how if I fear I will always be that lonely.  I want to talk, but I dont want to be rejected, I dont want anything to go wrong, because I am afraid of being alone all my life.  Until I am comfortable with being alone for the rest of my life, only then will I feel comfortable with being rejected, therefore feel comfortable with talking to girls, therefore feel comfortable with being myself in front of them, feel comfortable with letting them know the truth about myself.
Whatever happens, wherever fear leads you to, dont mind; because this fear will show up in a different setting and lead you the opposite way.
Friend of Fear.
At peace with my emotions, with how I feel about things.

Im trying to understand how this works, that when I admit my fear, it makes what I fear less relevant.  That when I feel free to stand still, I feel free to move.  Though when I am afraid to stand still, it does not matter how much I move, it feels like I am standing still.

Right now I am afraid that this method does not encompass everything that may come along, I guess I should just wait until something shows up.  If I am afraid of being blind, it does not matter how much light is shone, I will never see enough.

So should I be afraid or not? I dont fucking know...
I guess it should not be a concern.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

April 20, 2010

I observe this one girl gets unreasonably annoyed when she thinks I want a favor, my ex-roommate must really like to talk, or is it all in my head?  They do live in the same suite now. Or is it all in my head, as much as it would be in their heads.  I cant stand it, these emotions, are not because of them, but because of my hatred towards life.  These emotions are all mine, there is nothing to “fix” in the world, there is only me, and my dissatisfaction, my depreciation.  I cant think about, how wrong they are anymore, how unfair it all is, how ignorant they are... now there is only me, and my emotions.  Now I am only motivated to think about how much I love them.
Thinking about how unfair it is, how I cant get rid of my desire to “fix” things, I think of how I would be if I was perfect, and realize that the execution of my carnal justice will only be satisfying my imperfection, my weakness, though I may not remain blind to the continuous spirit I reject.  It does not matter what happens on the outside, this spirit I hate will always exist.

Monday, April 19, 2010

April 19, 2010

She was presented to me with a veil over her face, behind that veil, mysteries of love and disgrace, and I chose her, for who she was, I loved her completely, and whatever her mysteries may turn out to be.  She was a killer, and Im in danger, I am her lover, I am her slave, she does as she pleases and I love her for it.  From the beginning I knew, what I got myself into,  she need not coerce me or trick me with lies, she did not even tempt me with a goal, but I loved her, for all the pain I knew she would cause.  Her Beauty is not only in part, and it does not fade away, but things you would think break my heart, are the reasons why I gave her my gaze.  I accepted this daze.  There are things about her, that I may never know, and may be secrets that I would not comprehend, but I would never take back the decision I made, I love all parts of her, I worship her.
Love Life’s Unknowness.  Love everyone’s and everything’s mystery, those awesome mystery and potential for destruction and love.  Love them for it,  dont deny any of their possible flaws because you would be lying to yourself about how you are living your life.  Accept that Life is Wonderful, and get out of bed to experience her Wonders, so that she can drive you insane with her Beauty.

How do you love? Well, you ask yourself if you would love her? If your answer is no, then you are forever screwed, and doing nothing wont help.  If your answer is yes, then you must love her completely. There is no middle ground, middle ground is when you pretend she is something she is not.  Not only do you not love her, but what you love does not even exist.

Living takes risks.  Before you were born, these risks were addressed, you considered and accepted.  Now drink the cup you claimed.  You were told that to look inside this box you would have to enndure such pain, and you bravely, and carelessly accepted; like you did not mind as long as you experienced a bit of Truth of this mystery. a yearning for us to make Love to Life, to rape it and become God. My interest in philosophy is because of this, so far I have figured out the Meaning of Life, now I am only trying to figure out how to obtain it Completely. Ill let you know what its like when I am in full likeness of God, or probably not, since God seems to not give a damn sometimes... aha aha ahahahahYou were told what it was and you still wanted it, for what it was.  Not because you thought it would be something else, but because you wanted everything that it offered, you chose this Life, and you anticipated all the pain, excitement, and confusion it would put you through, you wanted this.  Now love it as your wife, Unconditionally.  Whether she is true to you or not, you must stay true to her, you have accepted her and all her mysteries.  Those mysteries you love, this is what you loved, this is what you are now obliged to keep on loving.
This is Life and you love hher for her mysteries, you do not wish she was “flawless”, because even if these “flaws” were the only thing you were offered; you, in your desperate loneliness in the non-existant, would have still accepted her as your bride.  Therefore I dont just live through these “flaws” but I live FOR them; that’s how much I love her.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

April 13, 2010

Laerning by example, if this is true, then we just need to imagine examples of the perfect, if we knew what it was.  We just need to look towards Reality.

Monday, April 12, 2010

April 12, 2010

Heavy breathing, I get mostly around when i am sleeping, I wondered if it had anything to do with the changes in my mind, or if it was just me not doing enough exercise or something.  It doesnt feel like I am gasping for breath but it actually feels good, like a constant sigh.  Maybe my room was dusty or I wasnt getting enough oxygen in my room.  As I was walking to class I thought of my target beliefs, and the breathing began.  Heavy, like sigh after sigh, I felt a connection.