tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74425826844471589372024-03-14T17:42:32.089+00:00Vivality..... a point of viewAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-1799553202219556942013-09-24T20:07:00.000+01:002013-09-24T20:07:28.971+01:00I HAVE SEEN THE FUTURE
There's a programme called Gogglebox that is a recording of people watching tv.
That's it.
They sit at home watching TV and they are filmed and then that is put on TV.
And then we sit at home and watch them watching TV.
You see where this is going?
One day they won't need to make TV programmes any more. They'll just film people watching other people watching other people watching Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-78295188007359604782013-09-19T07:21:00.000+01:002013-09-19T07:35:18.788+01:00THE WORLD, THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING"ART IS YOUR INTERPRETATION OF REALITY"
I read this today - or something very similar. For the life of me I cannot remember where - so if it was you let me know, and I'll credit you.
Walking on the beach with the dog last Sunday, after skwadging ankle deep in tarry quicksand on a deserted tide-out stretch of sand, I gave up the idea of a fantasy afternoon watching the dog bound across Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-53920140098629051582013-09-18T19:58:00.001+01:002013-09-18T19:59:56.941+01:00DREAMING, PART 2(Part 1 is here)
Yeah. So. Dreams are non-directed. They are complete and whole AS a dream. The character and events in a dream are not separate FROM the dream. It's a night-film.
But there does seem to be some common aspects of dreams. The first is that they are bizarre. Compared to waking life, strange and far-out things happen. So much Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-69896364605401647572013-09-12T20:07:00.000+01:002013-09-18T19:11:06.951+01:00D'YA WANT SOME?
I've been thinking a lot lately about entitlement. And I've come to the conclusion that it's the base for most, if not all, the discontent, unhappiness, and strife that is a feature of human living.
Take one of the most important aspects of most adults' lives - a job, work.
There is this insidious and automatic expectation that everyone is entitled to a good job and that, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-55438557412757158462013-09-04T07:25:00.000+01:002013-09-18T19:14:07.694+01:00THE REAL REASONI was recently part of a lunchtime conversation where in the space of a few minutes those assembled had decided that seagulls, deer and badgers 'needed' to be culled because there were too many. I made a comment something along the lines of 'much like humans, then'.
There was nervous laughter.
According to the lunchers' logic, there are too many of these species (seagulls, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-82865798572217339712013-08-04T12:48:00.001+01:002013-08-04T12:48:43.258+01:00WAKEY, WAKEY!!
There's something going on in a small village about half an hour from where I live. A company called Caudrilla (a UK-owned, but mainly financed by Australian and American investors - how's that for global co-operation...) has obtained a licence from The Department of Energy and Climate Change and temporary planning permission from the local council to test drill for gas, in a process Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-17181191418805507102013-07-21T20:27:00.001+01:002013-09-18T19:24:35.616+01:00WOULDN'T THAT BE BETTER WITH GRAVY ON?So, have had an allotment for about 3 months. It's going great guns! Spinach, courgettes (oh, my lord, courgettes - I know everyone told me, but they really are a riotous force of nature), lettuce, curly kale, broccoli, potatoes. Everything has sprung into action. The green and french beans, and the beetroot, and the onions, and the peas, and the leeks have still to matureAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-58637172133144218322013-06-19T14:57:00.001+01:002013-09-18T19:15:55.901+01:00WHILE THE BASEMENT BURNS
Sitting on a sunny evening in June. Looking out of the open window; the sky is blue, the sun shines, birds sing, trees grow verdantly along with grass and vibrant flowers, the air is clear and fresh and all around life is burgeoning and thriving.
But down in the basement, an electrical fault - a design-glitch in an old and ill-maintained boiler - sends a small flame along a length of wiring, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-38503945324538355282013-05-28T07:20:00.002+01:002013-09-18T19:22:31.383+01:00YOUR ONE WILD AND PRECIOUS LIFEA quote:
"When I observe some of our behavior, it really looks to me as if human beings want to suffer. Judging from the way we act, we do not seem to be truly interested in being happy... We seem to want to keep the painful experience of anger alive and close, and keep kindness and happiness at bay. We act as if we treasure suffering, so whenever we find it, we don't want to let it go.... We Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-91478663799280851252013-05-26T16:09:00.001+01:002013-09-18T19:27:14.807+01:00DO YOU WANT TO BE RIGHT OR HAPPY?
Why do people hang on to their stories? Stories of
the past. Stories that make them miserable and unhappy and
limited. Because to question those stories is to ask and face the
reality of: “Who am I, what am I, without the story?"
Despite the pain and suffering that these stories create,
most people cling to them. They re-tell and re-tell ,over and over - to
themselves and toAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-19197553363034823792013-05-18T19:31:00.001+01:002013-09-18T19:29:23.785+01:00THAT'S YOU, ME IS
I’ve been doing
some reading lately; reading of a particular kind. The books focus mainly on the story of
humanity and they propose, in the main, alternative stories which may or may
not be true. They’re certainly
interesting and sound more plausible than the ones we currently have about ‘How
Things Are’. But plausibility is no
guarantee of authenticity.
One ofAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-85927053466165086762013-05-06T10:05:00.002+01:002013-09-18T19:28:16.306+01:00PASS IT ON.....Read this book, if you please: http://www.ishmael.com/origins/story_of_b/
In my, not so humble but perfectly credible, opinion - it is brilliant.
And I'm aware that my last two posts have been to recommend the writings of others. That's because they say what I can't and, even if I were able to, they do it so much more eloquently and clearly than I ever could. So if I am unable Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-44769480439819880172013-04-09T19:17:00.003+01:002013-04-09T19:18:53.884+01:00Recommended ReadingThis is definitely worth a read, and if you've got the time and opportunity, I would recommend reading it two or three times:
http://ruthlesstruthdotcom.blogspot.co.uk/Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-18146013418976844652013-04-08T20:40:00.001+01:002013-05-08T20:25:36.012+01:00Turning The Sound DownImagine if the sound of your thoughts was turned right down so they couldn't be heard.
What would remain?
Or let's take it a bit further and take the exercise one step away... how about this:
Imagine that you're being viewed from outside, and that you see what that watcher sees: In other words, what's happening without the ceaseless, inner dialogue.
Without the narrative of your storyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-62141539650857347152012-07-01T01:12:00.000+01:002013-05-08T20:27:34.774+01:00Memory of a not-so-free festival
'Is it an interesting list' he asks?
'Na, mate. I'm just scribbling, it's a pleasing task.'
Impressions of a festival: That is..... just a list.
Of you, me, them, us and...
All of this.
Glorious! All these expressions:
The middle-aged-somethings, tapping thighs and nodding heads,
Gettin' dahn wiv da musik - 'Me is kool, geezer!'
Innit, though?
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-41493723433409733562012-04-10T09:52:00.000+01:002013-05-08T20:29:11.747+01:00Missing GodSomeone wrote on facebook a while ago: "I miss God sometimes."
How poignant.
How utterly does that sum up people's yearning for meaning and hope; redemption and communion?
When it's obvious that there is only this, it's obvious that there's no God - (some might say there is only God, but not I, I shan't say that) - then there's nothing to pray to. And if there's nothing to pray Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-33113967917892288282012-01-07T22:07:00.001+00:002012-01-07T22:10:56.950+00:00This.It's just life pointing out to life that it's just life.
It seems to be a complicated, convuluted, myriad, fantastically intricate woven world. But it's just always simply this.
And the good news is that you never have to deal with more than this. "This" may seem to be comprised of something very difficult, and complicated - but it is actually only ever this thought. And Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-52318489963745533942011-11-29T22:23:00.002+00:002013-05-08T20:32:08.743+01:00FlashmobHmm. Yeah. Flashmobs.
A phenomenom of the past couple of years. They're pretty awesome and inspiring. Like this one:
Makes you smile doesn't it? You can't help it. Yeah, sure - it's sentimental and a bit 'chocolate-boxey' but it touches something. When you're watching it, you forget everything. You don't even need to evaluate what's Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-36004466241353623432011-11-12T15:27:00.000+00:002011-11-12T15:27:42.049+00:00The Naked EmperorWhat really happened after the little girl pointed out that the emperor had no clothes on.....
Or: What do you really fear?
As the Emperor paraded through the streets surrounded by his entourage and flunkies, the crowd cheered and waved their flags. And although some of them felt something wasn't right they couldn't quite put their finger on it.
For the most part, however, they were Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-22327079719887342082011-11-01T23:38:00.002+00:002011-11-02T10:58:12.691+00:00Art for Art's sake?I have been reading a book called Linchpin by Seth Godin that essentially addresses the question of what it is to contribute in a meaningful and individual way. He encourages and exhorts people to be artists.
If I've read him right, he defines art as being that which people do despite everything else. Despite what you receive in remuneration.
What then is art?
Is it just Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-62278620778273493752011-09-08T13:16:00.000+01:002013-05-08T20:34:31.068+01:00Clearing House
Some see no-self and think; "That's it". They think it gives them a license to spin off into extreme reactive behaviour without ever having to check their shit.
Just because the movement of ego is seen for what it is, doesn't mean that there's a permit to let it run rampant. It ran rampant before awakening, because the reality of what it is, wasn't seen.
There seems to be Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-3382422693007530372011-08-12T23:32:00.009+01:002013-05-08T20:37:25.791+01:00THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD
Are you sitting comfortably? Then let’s begin.
Once upon a time, there was a man and a woman, and one day an urge overtook both of them and they fell rapaciously on each other, in a lustful frenzy; completely consumed by the irresistable compulsion to screw each others' brains out.
Because they were caught up in the physical possession that had consumed them, they forgot Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-12372566760118072462011-08-08T19:13:00.001+01:002013-05-08T20:21:32.628+01:00Racist Bitch!Quite an emphatic title to this blog post, isn't it? Now, I've got your attention, I'll explain where that came from: Someone posted this in one of the groups to which I am a member on Facebook:
"Unfortunately, niggers' dicks are bigger than their brains. they never choose to not reproduce because they know their kids will grow up starving so *we* have to prevent them from doing this."
And Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-42267768951843853422011-08-05T22:10:00.001+01:002011-08-07T15:55:10.894+01:00Half-Baked - Linda Looked LucidlySent: Tuesday, July 26, 2011 3:32 PM
To: la_moore@xxxxxxxxx.com
Subject: Looking
Hi Linda
I'm Elena's friend.
So. You. What is it?
V
Hi Viv—thanks for responding.
After 3-5 days of reading the blogs & looking—feeling like I was looking real HARD to no avail, feeling the solidity of ME—I came to the seeing of ME as a thought form that overlays almost everything in my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7442582684447158937.post-68583624416216752892011-07-14T23:10:00.000+01:002011-07-14T23:10:54.053+01:00What a load of bollocksApparently.
Apparently the universe is 13.75 billion years old. They've measured it. That's how they know.
What if their measurement is wrong? What if it's actually 29 trillion years old?
Or 1 minute old?
It depends on your measurement of the measurement. Doesn't it?
Any measurement is abitrary. We used to measure in inches and feet and yards. Now we Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12018478695471385613noreply@blogger.com5