Many say that the Ultimate cannot be described with words. Obviously “the Ultimate” cannot be “known” by “thought”. That is kindergarten spirituality. This is a subtle attempt to be secure in the idea of knowing that it cannot be known. You can’t fake out life through clever verbal postures. That is a devil’s game. Life is more plain, more spacious, and more uncertain than that.
It is more like this: “What am I doing right now?” Watch for any clinging for security. We are drawn to what is pleasant and move away from what is unpleasant. Watch that movement, watch the consequences, and you will know for real with blood, bone and gut.
Well, I usually prefer just being, however, I have been asked to be topical today. So…
The number one google search at this time is malin akerman. Very good. What does this mean though?
Malin Akerman is an “actress star”. We know that she
is Swedish
won the Ford supermodel search of Canada when she was just 17-years old
modeled
is a singer
is married to an Italian musician
I only know these things because I was being topical. But there are so many other things to be topical about.
There is the matter of Darvocet and Darvon and the controversy swirling around these painkillers which can have a negative impact on the heart. That is an issue more critical to public health. Malin Akerman is lovely but, to my mind, getting bad meds off the shelf and addressing alleged loss of life due to these meds is a priority.
If you look at pictures of Malin Akerman regularly, then doctors and public health professionals are advising a gradual withdrawal from viewing her. People should switch to looking at other pictures.
When I was seven I had the experience that my senses didn’t belong to any central “I”. I didn’t know to whom the senses were relaying information to but I did notice that there was some kind of memory and accumulation of experience that affected how this body-mind developed.
But it didn’t seem to fit in with how my parents and teachers interacted with me as if I was a Martin person at the centre of it all. This was deeply unpleasant because it was the first time that I realized that our general language did not always reflect what reality was actually like and actually couldn’t accurately reflect anything quite that well.
I pretended to be Martin as best as I could for everybody else and even sometimes even believed that the name actually referred to some kind of Martin self that existed inside and experienced things that the senses delivered to it. Really the experience was more like there was no “me”, only God and it was God that was “seeing”, “hearing” etc. There was no me in the shadow of God.
I had my next even more powerful experience of this when I was 15 and then knew that I was not going to have a very conventional life and that I had to find out who I truly was if that was at all possible.
Not forgetting the name of the officer that just arrested you for indecent exposure. But – THINGS. ALL THINGS.
That is why Facebook Mania became a Facebook Fast. That is why my blackberry has been so busy sending and receiving messages multiple times every hour. But pardon me while I fart.
Another way of expressing it is that accumulating things will make you very heavy. You need to be nimble, light on your feet, ready to pounce, ready to run. Ready to empty your mind in the face of the Noisy One. On the grand path to the Nameless One. PERFECT. (There is such a thing as “perfect” and I can prove it in three minutes.)
Here I am at one of the most famous facilities for operating on hernias in the world – the Shouldice Hospital which is located in the York Region of Ontario in Canada. Come here and put on the fancy blue hospital outfit. Get a shave from one of their expert nurses. They will shave the hair from your groin area all the way up to your navel. Then go down into the cold room with all the beds and allow the mind altering drugs to take effect as you wait for the experienced surgeon and his knife.
Don’t panic. They have done it thousands of times before. Yes, in a way you are a piece of meat on an assembly line; in a way the surgeons don’t care about you any more than they do the dried skin off the bottom of the heel of a remote relative. But, hell, they sure do seem to know what they are doing. And the food is better than the average hospital fare.
Some sayings and parables come to mind at this time – a time of morphine and middle-aged gentlemen (very few ladies). Please ignore errors to do with grammar or meaning.
In a world where constipation is the norm, even a small amount of flatulence is considered a victory.
I stink and that is a signal from the healing angels that I should get on with that sponge bath.
My parents were not religious and did not understand the laws of the Covenant. That is why I received a circumcision every eight days until I reached my Bar Mitzvah.
A man must master the art of dodging bullets. Nary a fool taketh a sponge bath in the hospital of his choosing than doth the wicked man cobble an unusual shoe.
Suppose a slush fund or an offshore account were offered ye. Would you not accept it with gratitude or would the offer become like a fish caught in the woolly hairnet of your moral quandaries?
There were many more but they were far less worth repeating than these.
Warning! This video contains a lot of red colours.
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