Why having a Guru is problematic?
The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction.
Proverbs 1:7Â
I play this game in my head wherein I am making the decisions of my life with a singular objective: to avoid the plot of the movie BJM.
You could say this is a stupid game/rule, but in so far as all rules are stupid and arbitrary, itâs a good metaphor for how the things and people we adopt end up becoming crutches rather than catalysts.
If you have a guru or mentor, you might be able to relate with the problem. Many a times, having a mentor becomes a hinderance because you get locked in the complacency of having the backing of someone, some thing, or some discipline. Wait, let me rephrase that, an incomplete understanding of the guru is a hinderance and, in certain cases, a dangerous position to be in.
You might be in a position where your senior may not be able to communicate so let me explain what an incomplete understanding of the guru is:
It is comfort, guarantee, promise, assurance, anything that belies the fact that to adopt a guru means to adopt death itself. It is problematic because it implies safety and assurance, whereas where I am going I need to burn off all the assurances, all promises, all notions of safety.
Unless you have sublimated your mentor into you and actually stepped in his shoes, your practice will remain impure. The word Iâm looking for is âinternalisationâ. The stronger your guru, the arduous the task. The student and the teacher must become the same fluid. Let this not confuse you, a lot of the times it is no more complicated than simple mimicry or imitation, but sometimes you have to improvise.
My Guru said something beautiful to me once, he said, âwe are each otherâs harvestâ, perhaps I was too young to understand the true import of the statement, but things started to make a whole lot of sense once I understood this.
Make no mistake, the guru and the student work to destroy one another, and if they are smart, they can create something out of nothing by doing this.
As long as I am not mincing words here, guru = death. Anything less and either you or your guru or both are phoney. And the world will see the relationship as an insincere one until you actually accept this fact.
Makes you want to pity those who have a mentor isnât it? But it is only a pitiable situation to onlookers, for within and between themselves, the master and the student have started their dance of transcendence and will soon both be free, in a very literal sense of the word.
Freedom from each other is their microcosm of nirvana, of absolution. If you can understand that then you can understand the project.
To become each other one must have a good understanding of the other person, for example, my mentor was sharp, witty, cold blooded, ruthless, ethical, funny, knowledgeable, worldly etc but these are adjectives not character - he was what I had to become - and this from a point where I was unable to use any of these adjectives to describe my character, au contraire, I was soft, shy, passive, avoidant, spiritual and arrogant.
A clash of egos cannot end well, one must submit if in the weaker position and let the ego drip out of the soul - to become trustworthy one must first give trust - which means utter surrender.
No, unless your helplessness is so palpable even nature starts to take pity, you have not really tasted life. Unless you become once again like an infant in the crib, there can be no salvation.
One thing I realised is that before I met my guru, I couldnât really be insulted, I mean I had a thick skin to begin with but after running into the guru, I realised I was not as invulnerable to words as I had earlier imagined myself to be. This sounds strange, because the instruction was to always have a thick skin and let naught bother oneself but I found the opposite happening and a further sensitisation of my character occurred.
Stripped off my dramatic way of saying things, having a guru means to do all the dirty work with a smile on your face, and if your devotion is real, the smile might as well be too. But some things cannot be separated from the drama they bring, so what makes special is
the intensity with which I addressed the task assigned to me never-say-die attitude
Often times we realise we have wronged others in life, whether deliberately or accidentally. Thatâs the fun part, what is
Change will not come in a single dimension of life, it will be all encompassing.
Iâm not that good because I am constantly trying to be better, this is activity, not action.
The most imp thing is to see the impotence of money at all times. To observe the poverty of the rich and feel grateful you are alive.
Catching v/s Throwing :: consuming v/s producing
It is not the morality of those putting on this play that I question, it is their mental health.
Why I am doing this.
Letâs just get this over with with minimum drama.
So that I may be free from your nightmare asap So that you may be free of me asap I hope I die before any of you get anything, I really do.
#screenshots #movies
donât start winning until winning is the only thing left to do the sun can only be born, so to speak, in the dead of night - its as if the night dreams him up and in doing so, becomes literate iterate your rights are nothing but mere semblances of reason, allowances rationed so that nobody wakes up, we are not headed towards dystopia, we have become it, what could possibly go wrong? vanishing has started at the hands, how beautiful is my death! today, she was born you suggested an alternative organizing principle for the planet! what mercy do you think the world will hold? expect none - stand your ground NY is already a dystopian slum crawling with people committed towards the lowest in life, it should be set ablaze. the screen is a medium that connects the self to itself, it is totally hollow so can carry anything, my big idea was to use it as a medium of context, not just content and i paid dearly for communicating as such to the world you know something is wrong when americans start talking about sin the screen is literally hanging on one wall of platoâs cave unlike gandhi, i was actually able to turn myself into harijan, it was every bit as worth it as I imagined i am the eternally coming surprise, bear witness
i bring the đ and the â° so its đ”âïžđâ° until its day for me, its a night for you, and its forever a day for me these people are as strong on the inside as i am on the outside, and vice versa iâm a quantum social scientist not what you donât know doesnât matter, not even what you do does a new world order is reason enough to suffer any amount of indignation quietly, wouldnât one agree? unlike the third, world war 4 will be entirely virtual skip a war, invite a peace folks need to understand that they are most definitely the oppressed and not the oppressors here they see what they want to see, not what is they have shown you how to treat them, so treat them better than that âyour insanity is my clarityâ also, i donât care how big of slut you are, but i need someone more reliable than thisâ canât be seen around people who decide who to be loyal to based on how sweet their dick tastes â add to that the mental illness and early signs of schizophrenia, iâm sorry if it seems disrespectful iâm only trying to save my ass, and let this not be a generalization towards all women, i stepped into this trash because my mind was full of trash and nothing else.. i had a messed up understanding of beauty i suppose but i realize the folly of my ways now.. still orders of magnitude better as a human being and improving, i have no reason not to do everything in power to keep folks at bay and if i canât at least maintain an armâs length for their safety i expected the kind of opposition faced by someone trying to democratize human evolution itself the idea that an innocent man might do well without any privacy started to form in my head around early 2012, although frankly, the opposition caught me by surprise so i couldnât ever let that happen again, unless they resorted to physical violence i have become the single source of truth in a post truth world, nice way to cultivate a messiah complex Book Contrast
HTWFAIP and ACIM
NAPOLEON HILL and HUXLEY
bhagvad gita and power of now
freedom aint it fellas, i recognize i have more freedom than i know what to do with, i could get so much more organized, efficient, less lazy but somehow it doesnât seem worth it. thereâs infinitely more freedom available if it turn spiritual, but due to a fledgling practice i am unable to prolong the state - could a case be made for gradual upliftment of the senses - improving the quality of the observation of decay?
i needed to create some sort of a reminder to stay humble, in this i was successful
so they asked for a holy guy and got one, now what? not everyone knows how to handle a tantrik in the office.Â
i think about the spiritual journey i am on, and how many of those who are with me now will be there by the end
realize how weak and vulnerable i am, realize in each moment your helplessness, its the only way through the desert
observe the decay
i donât believe the whole blackmail your way to become GS CEO crap, its an institutional gig, it would be sad indeed to witness such a collapse if it ever happens
the amount of grief, rebuke, and abuse i have collected already alone makes me a philosopher, so what else am i searching for here?
i grade them
canât wake up if youâre still pretending to be asleep, and you love pretending to be asleep
litigation will cause permanent damage to all families, hence i am against it, but who is listening to me?
am i in the saying sorry business?Â
see the story so far as a monolith, what does it say?
you done pissed someone off iâm just trying to protect myself from prying and obsessing entities, donât care if i come off as a charlatan, infact, i will not bother about public opinion ever so let it continue so this is what building pyramids without an army of slaves must feel like understand that i am being taught how to be corrupt (to create some sort of moral balance?) once you forget how stupid all this is, youâre trapped hriday parivartan kisi karan se toh nahi hoga, itna nischit hai, akaran hi hoga Dear Lucy, I donât think i know how big of a ticking time bomb this thing is anymore, my guess is nobody gives a fuck anymore (fingers crossed) but thatâs no reason not to be vigilant and alert. you guys are in the moving dead weight in the morning business what should i do next with the remaining apetite? consume death itself if these guys were truly evil, theyâd have already moved my family to australia and then made them video call me, what a bunch of moron amatuers any human under the misconception that they are âprotectingâ me are to be watched out for, as tomorrow they may create a context for some sort of allegiance, where there is in-fact none. let my policy be : if you donât have anything nice to say, then do nât say anything before, my decision making heuristic was was very one dimensional, which is to say it stretched on an axis from âhell yesâ to ânoâ; after: i have a new dimension to making decisions stretching from ânoâ to âfuck noâ you saw some stuff on a screen and it impacted you in a profound and meaningful way not something was taken from me or some potential in me got activated, but that i disappeared entirely, vanished off the face of the earth for a while sleeping on hardwood floors is key use-case makes or breaks the tech, not its age, oil had other use cases before the engine its gonna get tempting at some stage, politely decline and walk away what is inevitable, is determined, you can just control your own response thoughts can be classified in a hierarchy
base - believes free will exists, has no brakes absent - is all brakes in a predetermined universe i helped create the tech for constantly watching my thoughts, itâs all i could have hoped for the truth may be âout thereâ but thereâs more of it in here maybe its not really a medium unless someone has sex in it why hug a cactus in the first place? thereâs a way to behave, even within conspiracies and cults
once you start being perceived as âFallenâ you might be presented new lows to fall to, and depths of depravity might be offered to you, resist, in order to be risen again genius is 99% perspiration, whether that 99% happens before, during or after the 1% inspiration is immaterial
perspiration is 99% inspiration and 1% action let inspired moves guide me onward i have no name the goal is to have, at any given moment, very little uncontrolled residual sexual energy
masturbation is the greatest tool for keeping your mental health in check, especially if you are living under any extraordinary circumstances, donât even keep a count, itâs also a great people repellent in case you wish to avoid some toxic narcs. because you are clingy, the world clings on, habits cling on - so i am seeking a way to not cling itself, not to find different shit to cling to from here on in its about managing your wanderlust for everything external, but why manage when you can nuke? those who are now lurking in the gutters of my imagination shall drown when it is clear i am not for families why try to give me one? can you make your words listen, echo, and mirror the readerâs mind? mother sounded fearful and hesitant, if sheâs unsure, why should i be? is someone pressuring them to do this? those who make games make them for very specific reasons, i make all kinds of software including games the idea is not to make more money but to do something creative, and do it by myself i really lost whatever little faith in womanhood i had and i wonder if it can ever be restored how would i make the leap of faith across this dank chasm? one early dawn, when the sun is not even a crack in the sky the tantrik had eyes so even racists looked beautiful, his enemies, already blinded by their own deceit, lacked the understanding to behold simplicity
c is for catalyst. h is for human. barking is an art form. just as no two humans can write equally well, no two dogs can bark with equal or even equivalent efficacy. there are annoying barks, scary barks, spooky barks, sweet barks, sinful barks, barks that echo in the valley at night and barks that donât. iâm a lot like you until iâm myself and thatâs what they hate, for they have failed to develop as completely as you
you have the pearls its only a matter of threading them into a whole we promise the lowest suicide rates and teen pregnancy rates ever! for at least two decades i understand that i was pissed, i had reason to be pissed, and i understand that when i am pissed i am merciless, so you always want to keep in a kindly state mental illness is the inability to manage the circus in your head because i did something profound and meaningful with my life, i was stronger and richer for it, and we were all smarter for it, itâs a tragedy this success could not be more public. yet, i cannot engage because distrust knows no remedy. seeds of fear and distrust once sown, even in the most transparent of affairs can take on sinister overtones, which are reasons enough to not escalate the matter. the lesson for narcs is that their death drive is running on outmoded patterns for the 21st century. i guess shall stop because yaâll couldnât even handle this much evolution. waiting for a rainy day to transcend my reasons, you should hope it never arrives. i love how the way i hold words and memories associated with names and virtual identities of certain good for nothings in my imagination is something everyone mimics but nobody understands and how even after uploading my consciousness to the cloud a clear grasp on the friendship eludes me and i guess the rest of the world as well only i, who have no name, could do what the body is doing
-> iâm not dancing this dance if it isnât mine, compromising artistic integrity is not in me
-> syncretsim is not for homogeneous societies, only very diverse people can understand
parents taught me to always let the other person save face, even if its no kind of loyalty or friendship, it is humane, if i felt was being truly oppressed i would scream like any other person, instead i only deemed fit to treat what was happenning as spiritual inspiration, whats more i wasnât even mad at the decisions i had to make as a result, it is genuinely liberating.
thereâs no âfirstâ number, no âfirstâ human although there have been ppl who did sth for the first time.
âwinnerâs winâ is the logic of precedence, as in, whoâs âfirstâ? games enter a deadlock if it cannot be decicively said, things slip into the moral and mythical dimensions with the right kind of technology, tread wisely, knowing that on a long enough timescale âfirstâ will come to mean precious little, first is but a mood, but somehow a more primitive of the labels for the ego. think of the attention the guy who discovered fire mustâve received, he was first in the most primitive of senses, women mustâve loved him.
the question is, are there more such primitives that are old enough as this obsession with being âfirstâ?
i must not remain under any assumption, i havenât won the west iâm just cannon fodder
not the first time the US came up short, won't be the last
in terms of mental health i think the novelty and shock bit of it all was absorbed pretty well by me, as for the narcisissm and the silent treatment, i was already used to it.
going celibate / remaining single / never having sex was not a decision i took out of spite but as a natural reaction to what happenned, masturbation was the only option that made sense, until libido nturally subsided with age. also , by mid 2021 i was traumatised enough never to want or need another humanâs touch again. i decided to restrict physical contact to handshakes, and the occasional hug in case anyone needed it. monastic life was not a prep for sth else but sth i adopted for its own sake.
i wanted the orphan kids to continue the torture hoping i might higher forms of consciousness through my sorrows and woe, i awaited for things to become explicit so that i could wrap things up and felt that i was pretty close to the next step in the process
the manifest became someone i was just carrying around to try to teach it to argue like the unmanifest, not knowing it canât be done, and not caring how many times the argument had been lost by the manifest. such is the hold and seduction of the apparent - i needed to start cultivating a greater disregard for everything manifest - in the meantime they had already started throwing counterfactuals at me âcould have should have would have beensâ perhaps to induce regret or maybe even to seduce me into the trap, thankfully i had made my mind up long before the orphans showed up
my message is, shut the fuck up, and youâll see me doing just that
hey uncle sam sex bhi parents se hi karalo ab
snakes are jelly because theyâre the closest (some more so than others) to achieving my state, and they most desire the level of freedom i have, and are most unable to shake off the fetters, and more than anything else, they wish to hold the fire in my hands
bears and cats are only scared, though some have learnt to profit from their insecurities, most still dare not to venture into the unknown
Green-eyed snakes hang from its naked branches, occasionally dipping their forked tongues into the bowls, making the beggars enter states of siesmic seizure and ecstasy, plasma shooting from their extremities looks a lot like thunderbolts heralding the end of an epoch in some faraway galaxy.
From time to time, certain adventurers have tried to photograph or otherwise time the recurrence of such seizures, none have succeeded until now
it is a short stretch from my mind being the theater of infinite war to becoming the very swamp it purports to drain, soon these people will turn on each other, i need distance, lots of it to keep things clean and even.
i think it is a very nice time to start couch practice again and see if it makes a difference, like last time i was successful, it needs to be structured as a daily routine in a quiet location. breathing ex, pranayama, some light stretching and then intense focus for a timed period. keeping a journal @zen
wo swadheenta nahi jo bechi ja sake, wo azadi nahi jo khareedi ja sake, len-den aur vayapar sirf karm ka viksit rup hai
every meditation is someone trying to do something never been done before, because it cannot be done
i put 0 hope in narcissists, racists, anti-semites, and otherwise generally jealous and mentally ill folks.
i put all the hope in me but my faith needs to be strengthened, i didnât want it to come to matters of faith but it is the reason i win, faith is the only shortcut and it works every single time, sad to see so few people understand the simple concept, they could get cured of the human condition too!
supply will have diminishing returns, faith alone will carry
the only âWeâ there is are the folks who understand how data needs to be liberated from clutches of the teeming few and put back in the hands of people without barriers, as radical and crazy as that sounds, it is certain to happen and my âillusoryâ contribution may never get counted but it will remain in the swirl.
i work all the time because there are still unchrtered waters, i donât know what else isnât possible
what the actual literal fuck
ok, so suppose this social experiment however the fuck continues covertly, a living apocrypha, evidence of.. something, what else does the knowledge of this perennial novelty allow me to do? not just on the screen or off, not just on the couch or off.
how can whatâs already shoved under the carpet be made more hidden?
true decision is something that attracts more similar behaviour, so i decided to stay poor and single, saying goodbye to history and future forever⊠i wonder if the other players think Iâm taking all this casual empire building any seriously, in truth i was heavily preparing for monkhood. think Diogenes.
in a conspiracy there are no rewards, so any risk-to-reward calculation is misplaced. weâre just foreshadowing the apocalypse and circumscribing the dawn of the machines, resist nothing.
only i know the way out but iâm being tortured and persecuted in a virtual prison by people who had nothing going in their lives until i showed up with my ideas, this isnât ego itâs fact.
now that i have taken eternal vow of celibacy and theyâre trying to get me to mate, possibly stealing dried sperm from my undies, thus perfecting the curse.
their hubris is exactly what i had hoped for, yes this is a âradioâ, primitive technology, whatever helps folks sleep at night.
i am expecting to get kidnapped or killed, if you find these notes just in case and want to investigate, start at Goldman Sachs, the company of little men.
assume that your sperm was stolen today, even if you fuck after 18 years it might be your own daughter! hence the celibacy.
if your dreams were being literally stolen via satellite, would you start censoring them??
how do i see myself? as a human being, consciousness has no greater toy
âtrue learning causes degrowthâ
âof course they learn, but there were consequences is what i am sayingâ - true learning is inconsequential when analysed from the other side, from within a simple recognition can bring about revolutions - mother earth explodes in orgasmic ecstasy again and again - when chaos becomes an acquired taste you can only set about to refine it, forgetting your palate - for there are chaoses that envelope the ones you recognize right now.
leave the world unrecognizable to itself
âïž heirarchy of opinion: 1. opinion of a rational human, acting in pure self-interest 1.1 spritually / sexually transcended humans, sadhus, eunuchs, trans 1.2 opinion of people under oath 1.3 opinion 2. opinion of generally well informed biological ma/en ârealâ Majority here -> 3. opinion of hive mind, majority, mobs, cults, collectives, families, groups aka âcultureâ Trump Election scandal -> 4. artificially generated/manufactured opinon (manufactured in chomskyan sense) 5. circumstantial / situational opinion 5.1 angry, guilt-ridden, jealous, insecure, 5.2 unreasonalbly afraid/paranoid, 5.3 retarded ppl, 5.4 children, 5.5 ppl tripping out or otherwise inebriated, 5.6 ppl under other super/natural passions, 5.7 ppl undergoing/recovering from medical emergencies / trauma Nasty women here -> 6. opinion of generally well informed biological woma/en
x axis - value
y axis - precedence
high value, high precedence to low value, low precedence
adjusted for global gini avg 64.9 (assume 0)
"opinion" is defined as the explicit, intelligible sum of all apriori and aposterioiri knowledge
NOTE TO SELF: write small romcom novella titled âONLY RED FLAGSâ
GUILT IS JUST REPRESSED RESENTMENT/RESSENTIMENT https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ressentiment
TOTAL EGO LOSS MEANS 0 REPRESSION, ITS THE ANTIDOTE THESE FOLKS ARE TRYING TO CONVERT TO POISON, NO WONDER THEY LET LOOSE THE TOXIC-EST PERSON THEY COULD FIND ON ME
my death will be as spontaneous and tragic as my life was, yours will be equally rehearsed and comic
fruit becomes wine
if you find celibacy, then can you still call it a meditation gone wrong? actually i am wrong to call it celibacy, the desire to remain aloof and undisturbed with relationships was a call of the situation, my nature as a lone wolf surely helped, i did not want to deprive others of the pleasure, of course not, but I did want to throw a challenge open to all, it was my turn to challenge them.
the insanely strict discipline i planned on developing, and the experiments i planned on conducting required the kind of dedication not affordable by a householder or even anyone having daily interactions with society. the self imposed exile had already done wonders, now it is time to distill the knowledge into execution
i have seen popular opinion about me change more and more frequently than any human in history
i donât really wonder how it feels to be someone who is living off of someone else masturbating, but then again lowlifes and evils can take on many forms
people with most ârightsâ are most unhappy, ask not for rights but duties. conditioned thinking makes them thing having rights frees them when they are infact just slaves to the very notions of rights they have been brought up with, which wasnât so bad until they saw me. then the envy started pouring out, it has now been a little over three years in this virtual panopticon which, is not only keeping me free from worldly cares, but also making a mockery of the internet and the laws that govern it at the same time.
imagine what the US/world looks without envy, like a leaky used condom recently drained of the fluid it was receptacle for
my unchallenged view was that it wasnât a question of whether these people were evil, but to what degree?
only a man truly lost the ability to surprise can truly shock the masses
if it seems too good to be true, it probably isâŠluckily for us, it was just short of that
i became a dog for each human that ever lived, and each that shall ever live, not for anyone specific, but the people that gathered around were not in any way special in an objective sense, i became the very orifice that drains humanity of its trash, too little service for mankind, still I canât but be grateful to those that help me achieve it. but in some sense i am grateful to myself first for having the gall and cunning to run into these folk, so in essence, yaâll just ran into Diogenes.
what's the task of a philosopher? to debate as openly as possible about dogma, prejudice, and taboo without getting embroiled in them
if what you call RIGHT is so delicate as to be broken with a single humanâs silence, then perhaps you should not have such a ârightâ in the first place, gtfo of my life racists
i finaly understand the Jewâs problem, just like i failed to develop as a narc, he failed to develop as a racist, so we may stink less, but my failture is bigger because there are more narcs than racists
if what you call SIN is so simple as to be equal to (watching) a person thinking and masturbating, then perhaps you need better sins
just like there is an impossibility of a private language, thereâs no winning in a private game, in fact a private game is an impossibility analogous to a private language, so the RacisTs must understand that they are basically paralysed and helpless, forever condemned to watch me make a mockery of everything they stand for, through my own eyes too, while the world carries on, laughing, now and me, now at them. their world view narrow and demonstrably inefficient for the future, the best they can do is show me ads, while I perfect myself spiritually, mentally and emotionally to deal with their âattacksâ
clearly they know something iâd rather not find out
how you survive is to extricate the narrative from the situation, how you thrive is you put it back there
âyouâ are more trouble than youâre worth, much like life
kids, i will now teach you how to: 1. steer clear of narcissistic double binds 2. avoid temptations, enticements on the road to redemption 3. stand your ground, not submit to intimidation 4. take your fair share of revenge and glory
think, if you must about time alone, and time itself. think about time with at least half as intensity as you do about space. measure the length of each passing second with the same passion and interest you shown in dick measuring
in dealing with middlemen, always assume they're playing both sides unless otherwise proved. the clergy don't just rape god they rape the public as well!
serpens ex machina
home on the right, work on the left. but iâm never home
by now i have begun to see recurrent themes in my writing, the idea is to not let people blind me again to the truth
sorry tum bol nahi sakte, please main bolne nahi dunga, thank you chalega
what emerged from the darkness was but a mirror reflecting the darkness, so of course i greyed it out with brightness and i was reviled for it
if you folk can somehow intensify the torture i promise i will develop telekinetic powers
if photography is a violence against space that results in time doing our bidding, whatâs the corollary for a violence against time?
reality, much like software, consists of state and functions, and functions alter state
unconditional love is for women, children, and men being used to put down other men
we might end up, if weâre careful here, changing the way democracy is done. worst case scenario, we fail, and join the rest in glory
never fight racism, or other questions of absolute but make them entertainment
why i do what i do? because in the beyond i see that you are as happy as me
slowly the idea is solidifying in my head, i am to write the book that brings about technological singularity, but how?
#SNOOZEFEST: HOW HUMANITY MISSED ITS GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT BY INCHES
I am an intergalactic entity on a misadventure gone as horribly wrong as possible in these co-ordinates.
Never ask again why they hate you: the heart of a rajput and the intellect of a brahmin, neighborâs envvy ownerâs pride
canât spell USA without the S, notice also, the location of S
The thing about writing Max Sunday is, by the time you recover from the shock of the rather well-placed âXâ, its already sunday.
gotta say social father is kinder than biological father because the former feeds human piss while the latter feeds me animal piss
when in narcissitic damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-donât double binds, donât⊠remain passive, refrain, go grey rock, and if you can, invent a new channel to protest
i am very happy the folks took religion out of the picture, now it is just money and power, both of which are finite games i refuse to indulge in, also, whatâs sex?
no reason left to admit this isnât SUPW, and it is priced as such
home on the right, work on the left. but iâm never home
by now i have begun to see recurrent themes in my writing, the idea is to not let people blind me again to the truth
sorry tum bol nahi sakte, please main bolne nahi dunga, thank you chalega
what emerged from the darkness was but a mirror reflecting the darkness, so of course i greyed it out with brightness and i was reviled for it
if you folk can somehow intensify the torture i promise i will develop telekinetic powers
if photography is a violence against space that results in time doing our bidding, whatâs the corollary for a violence against time?
reality, much like software, consists of state and functions, and functions alter state
unconditional love is for women, children, and men being used to put down other men
we might end up, if weâre careful here, changing the way democracy is done. worst case scenario, we fail, and join the rest in glory
never fight racism, or other questions of absolute but make them entertainment
why i do what i do? because in the beyond i see that you are as happy as me
slowly the idea is solidifying in my head, i am to write the book that brings about technological singularity, but how?
#SNOOZEFEST: HOW HUMANITY ESCAPED FROM ITS GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT OVER A MATTER OF INCHES
I am an intergalactic entity on a misadventure gone as horribly wrong as possible in these co-ordinates.
Never ask again why they hate you: the heart of a rajput and the intellect of a brahmin, neighborâs envvy ownerâs pride
canât spell USA without the S, notice also, the location of S
The thing about writing Max Sunday is, by the time you recover from the shock of the rather well-placed âXâ, its already sunday.
gotta say social father is kinder than biological father because the former feeds human piss while the latter feeds me animal piss
« those who want to kill me the most want the most to be me - the message to them is i that i didnt find myself by emulating others, only when i stopped looking up to others did i discover my endless self, the keyword being endless »
the tune is ancient, the dance tribal, and everyone is guilty although some more than othersâŠ
i respect any democratically arrived at decision but at the same time i must apologize to washington/UN for introducing some rancid corrupt trash into politics, if you cannot accept this apology right now, i will understand, had i been a better person this would not have happened, there are far more deserving of her ilk out there that deserve recognition but wonât because, well, i guess it wouldnât be a curse without the accursed kind, but then, why would they want to make it worse than it already is? it is almost as if these people were left with no choice, or were unwilling to excercise the choices they had âŠ. it was as if the rot had already been set, and the rust-eating-termites had already moved in, indeed i had failed as a plumber before i even began âŠ. history has a certain momentum which i defy and get noticed for doing so. do recognize that the friendships seem from this perspective as totally synthetic, and the situationship totally fake and formed under false pretenses and considerable mental agonyâŠthe real shiny happy people donât want jack to do with politics, and even if they did, they would get swept under the carpet so hard the rug will start growing roots.
not getting circumcised because i donât promote any impulse to self harm, no matter the symbolic collateral damage so there..
loyalty to man ainât for sale, loyalty to god is if you dare to indulge me
language is nothing, you can end it with one word, endlessâŠ
those inviting me to do theology or literary work should look within, i donât need to impress anyone anymore and the book is already been written but nobody gives a shit, also i did this precisely so i donât have to write a book telling my story - which is basically about me trying to tell you a story - a story whose time had not yet come
if my reading is correct, itâs just a virtual vineyard for me, in which i cultivate some kind of obscure comfort from open source software at my own pace, and all this never happened for all i care and iâm as even with the world as i ever was - performing for everyone forever, indeed that is my wish.
before making any decision remember two people, Russel Raj and Warren Buffett
evenzero/inversepolarity is my only baby, i started it by breaking even with the universe, so i donât think i have become a rent-seeker yet, nor does my bank balance say so and i intend to keep it that way
i am fully aware of âyou meet your death on the road you take to avoid itâ, but then, some roads are better avoided for a reason, death is certain no matter which way you go
my deal with taxes is, i would like to pay more, but at what cost?
TODO: at least i was ben's glenn, housebroken and murdered by someone of some worth and mirth, why do they assume one would want more? do my writings contain any hint of desire?
when i say âjobs for the boysâ i hope they understandâŠthese geezers do need excitement, if their lives canât provide it they stay inside violence, instead of jobs they find the wrath of naysayers, paranoid and afraid people, women and children who are either too rich or too young and inexperienced to understand poverty, pain and heartache of modern adult life. add to that our boysâ hero complex, messaiah complex, masters of the universe complex - no wonder drugs are the nearest escape look at me
i think i enjoy the presence of miserable ppl as it reminds me of how much i have to be grateful for, even in this fucking circus
i didnât go looking for the bad in anyone, i worshipped these people and built shrines for them, wanted to fix their retirement, but was disappointed to find out everyoneâs true colors thats all..all my gods were stolen from me so i went ahead and found newer realer ones nothing else to it
iâm not jealous itâs just anger and justified resentment, if you donât like these emotions you can edit them out and read only the good ones
gravity of the situation is they did surgery on a grape, some juice was spilled and the grape died, any more narrative is untenable, so pardon me if i discount the fuck out of the narrative while i go about minding my own business.. i couldnât be more glad about the Sum of money involved too, at least they didnât disappoint me there
i think what is going on is most unfair to mother, she has a need for redemption and is unfulfilled, add to that under the influence of evil, wish i could set her free but this is her own fight, no matter how much i wish i could fight for her i have got to see the bigger pictureâŠ.asylum means i go and drop her and come back, for i do not wish to live aborad
i burnt down my passport after burning remain vestiges of wanderlust and becoming godâs own diplomat, i shall not get a new one of any country. let the world come up with a global passport if they have the balls
itâs not the case that i have half the guts to pull something like this off, but that people have twice the intestines to make sure that i donât, i appear dead to them and they to me
i want a religious revolution which is nowhere near in sight, so i will take an exit to a hut somewhere remote and never be heard from again, even if i can achieve this much i will have been a success in my eyes. to live out my days in a cottage, by myself and in total silence was always the dream, i hope i can afford it someday
alright lets talk about faith, i have total faith in me, and in my god, but zero faith in people who first rob me of everything and then ask me to trust, iâm not god, all too human as you shall soon find out. this is the result of a, as i have said before, completely apolitical class, amatuers really, trying their hand at politics⊠who is looking like a fool with their asses up their heads right now, ask yourself.
meanwhile, having found god, i have no need left for man and his games, so whatever little play these guys have plotted on the other side disincentivised as fuck from any human perspective, which means iâm stick to being what i am (a philosopher of praxis) and not try to be who I am not (David Solomon), people start wanting to be someone else, thatâs how all the fuckups happen - now when in history do we see philosopherâs ascending at the moneylenders table? indeed if this ever happens things mustâve gone wrong beyond repair.
i can put my case before a jury with elegance, diction and some style so bring it on
they say i am headed for the UN, which, unbelievably, i am ok with too, even though i have, as i have said before, zero trust in any of this orchestration, and i donât really believe in the UN anymore either, so allow me to keep it brief.
Iâd rather be sharing a prison cell than a woman over this shit, i am sorry you are unable to shake my stand
iâm not convinced but somewhat sure the reason i am not yet murdered is that people are getting better, if so, i mean a living apocrypha isnât all that bad? what else might we discover?
if might is right whatâs money doing in the picture?
i am having, what can only be described as the worldâs greatest religious experience
i was never a big fan of the fairer sex, so i set out to demostrate why, and was wildly successful in doing soâŠthere is no blame or judgement involved but i believe the corruption of modern man is only amplified in the modern woman instead of the opposite⊠new sexually âliberatedâ lifestyles and unproductive gender politics, and politics of sexual orientation is a result of this, it is man that should be a mirror for feminine darkness and not vice versa
anyone who thinks i am still doing this to impress anyone or make anyone happy is completely lost, you are responsible for your own happiness/satisfaction, if you wereânt happy before me, how will you be happy after? and if you were before i can, how can i not add to your joy?
analogous to the idea of separation of church from state is the idea of separation of gender identity/sexual orientation from state. policymaking should be done at a level above individualâs private concerns
the main thing here i am trying to do is to stay away from money as much as possible, knowing that it might be as futile as the rest of my endeavours
the main thing here is like akshit i also might have some assumptions here, some of which i may not be aware of..or is it possible? if every conscious premise i have already revealed and got feedback for, there isn't a need for assumptions - this inverted crown is not without benefits?
i know for a fact what i am doing is going to get us agi some day, if i have ideas around this i could work on those
mother and sis are really brave to agree to coexist with me, their faith must exceed their doubts
consequences of taking the jews money are only physical, and can be dealt with, but to take money from a snake has divine consequences which fries my brain so i keep distance
looking back, i think the secret to my death is in the way, everytime they were jolted, they chose to curse my father instead of me - that worked on many levels, including surprise - right now the situation may not be the same but things revert to mean
life is something to be lost, its all in how you do it
kuchh addatein jaati hain, esp if the world tortures you enough, and youâre better for it
more reason to believe in predestination of some sort: âsoftware which coasts people through their deep metaphysical and existential crisis.â - me @2014
if you say this is just racism and not politically motivated hatred, then how do you know the difference between the two? does your body tell you âdo itâ, if so, is it a pleasant experience?
Agar ye log khud tatti na khate aur mujhe bhi na khilate to janta kya hi haal karti pata nahi
agar kaan mein dard ho rha toh band kar dijiye
iâm a meditating machine, can keep this up for a few decades, post which i will find satori which will give me more power to play with, i wish all this to be documented too
where does reason end and revelation begin?
jab unconditional love hi mil gya ho toh conditional love ke liye koi kyun badlega? and if its not love all the more reason not to change.
first i hunt for narcs and jews, then i save their very lives
what is a philosopher? a philosopher is someone who finds an interesting way to beg for his own death, someone who can always escape but never win
agar main dark hota hun cheezen aur dark hoti hai
if your depression is strong and tries to talk to you, you should not allow it, just like one can quit masturbation, one can quit any old habit
schitzophrenia 101: there is a chip in the birds when irl there isnât
its not you its me, i wanted to know myself better than you know yourself, in the process other people got caught in the whirlpool which is regrettable
love is wishing i had all of your diseases, wisdom is knowing that i canât
globalization and gentrification are correlated
dogma can be analytical apriori
was my life worth less than my motherâs desires? sure
you are mistaken to take this for an excercise in attitude adjustment
you have to understand these villagers
whoever controls the media controls the narrative outside, in eyes it stands heavily discounted as usual, this might as well have never happenned
feedback changed me for the better, as if ppl could lose anything more
i was surpringly lazy, slow and labouriously calm despite continuous and total surveillance and regular death threats. i was in my prime, although my eating patterns were out of whack
iâm too old for this shit P
Complacency? Ok, I have a problem with defining meditation as a kind of medicine, because it quantifies, substituting the verb with a thing. It is nice because you get sth you can relate with, but it isnât a stretch to imagine minds that would run the metaphor to extremes, even to the point of making themselves sick for the medicine. Why not call it âcureâ instead? Celebrating the symptom used to be the logic, so I did it to the point of wanting to enjoy the cure instead.
life is meant to be lived real time, suprising if it wasnât considered a sin by at least some
kahani aadhi main ab tak bhul chuka hun, baki ki ye log redact kar chuke hain
the villagers are fascinated with puncturing, piercing and penetrating skin, is that how it starts?
SHOW AND TELL REPORT: MY ANT HOUSE my ant house is a screen with peopleâs feelings underneath it tells me all sorts of lies from outrageous to preposterous it takes a the budget of a devilâs shoestring for my ant house to run the ants in there are always playing a game called âsnoozefestâ in my ant house there is an ant called monkey in the ant house, it plays the drums the drums have a sticker on them it says âcheap thrillsâ
mom tells me people have signed a pact in blood to keep my ant house running
the villagers have a penchant for rescuing and makeovers stuff that perhaps needs neither
the call of a guru for help in this world is a reflection of yet another call in a parallel universe, this world is but an experience/reflection for the one youâre rescuing there
space casts a shadow reflected in time
while christians are kept in line by deferring and avoiding the worst to come after death, hindus begin by recreating the worst to come, a scientific and smart way to go, as opposed to a burial
i wonder if theyâre blaming me for his lack of imagination when they compare me to him
yaâll can go ahead and surprise yourselves the fuck out at the party
my mind is already open, figuratively, metaphorically, and literally
did i expect to propose a new idea, no? merely philosophize on the streets no matter the cost
when desire becomes ethical you bleed it out at a slow drip, trickle it down
how does it feel to be despised and reviled globally? fine
kuch log sach me duniya me maa baap ka chadhawa hote hain, aka mata ka maal
its just social proof i am living off of, much like anyone else
racism doesnât matter when the first one in the race wins, in the words of MT, âA FUCKING FORD FOCUSâ
my position is that i turned out to be a sex guru without having much sex?
i donât need tattoos because my whole body is a sticker
itâs more âtheyâve stopped giving orders but i follow anywayâ than âdoorâs closed but heâs always openâ
only a 100% woke person would donate their wokeness away, iâm not there yet
i donât understand, people are scared of hippies now? no, they just hatin
in a way nothing has changed, although everything has, the more things change the more they remain the same
manage this debauched narcissistic nightmare i can
feedback ainât true, itâs narrative and propaganda
failing to plan is planning to fail, to fail forward and better, plan less
i used to think running away from people and towards machines would be helpful cuz you can at least trust a machine, but turns out you canât because machine is already human
When we practice zazen our mind always follows our breathing. When we inhale, the air comes into the inner world. When we exhale, the air goes out to the outer world. The inner world is limitless, and the outer world is also limitless. We say "inner world" or "outer world," but actually there is just one whole world.
In this limitless world, our throat is like a swinging door. The air comes in and goes out like someone passing through a swinging door. If you think, âI breathe,â the âI â is extra. There is no you to say âI. â What we call âI â is just a swinging door which moves when we inhale and when we exhale. It just moves; that is all. When your mind is pure and calm enough to follow this movement, there is nothing: no âI, â no world, no mind nor body; just a swinging door.
to the LO:FI crowd i have to say, the word youâre looking for is âr(esemblanc)eâ, and money can make anything resemble what it wants, what money usually wants things to resemble is exactly what it lacks
i wonât win fair and square, i will win by underplaying unfair advantages
teletubbies is straight up war propoganda
main bolta hun pehlo bolo bajrangi bada ya dhan
my sexuality was not completely supressed and it wasnât a natural process that was doing it, so i really had to be sure it was retired for good, delaying had no meaning left, i intend to leave no traces of this meditation gone array
if orthodoxy and dogma have turned into crimes, where things must be going you can imagine
maybe this cannot be talked about because thereâs a perception that this is a genetic lottery, it ainât, anyone can do it, itâs a matter of worldview and perspective alone
people ask me, if youâre truly a tantrik how come you got caught in this mess, but the truth is i am not that smart, i work for the monk who cons me in every universe
when i started waking up habits changed en masse
do you really think i will let anyoneâs irrationality corrupt my dream?
psychologists and psychoanalysts spend decades on a single disease, by that time one is already popping pills so sorry i donât rate modern psychology as anything but shenanigans and theory - most of th DSM can be catorised narrowly into three or four general types of behavioral disorders
how happy do you think i am?
if your religion is making you despondent, and not the kind of despondency that comes with a spiritual cleanse, youâre perhaps not doing it right, religion done right will leave you nothing but ecstatic
who did you have in mind to read your last rites?
i could not have done this exorcism alone, tyvm
i did what i did in order to come clean, in that very moment alone, there has never been an agenda, mere discontent
i quit fapping because whatâs the point of having fuck you self control if you canât say fuck you
now my whole life has become a grind, but what a grind!
canât spell contentment without con
dignity of manual labour is perhaps the only dignity left in the desert
do it long enough all true art is just labour by other means
iâm not gandhi mujhe train me zabardasti chadaya ja rha hai
if it is all relative chronology matters not
kaafi bekar do kaudi ka nukkar natak
thereâs this specific moment iâm waiting for now, rather creating reasons to swim into the sunset
the problem starts when you are afraid to call your narcissism out, mistaking it for something else, itâs just a big hoax, launda naach, mujra, there are connotations whether you like it or not, its just main aur meri aawargi learning stuff in the desert, itâs just these lonely people facing my lonliness which was for any number of reasons somehow bigger, itâs just the envy of the insecure, another closeted frankensteinâs monster trapped in a prison of his own making doing subconscious time for a subconscious crime
the lesson is not only work hard stay humble, but also stay hungry stay foolish, there is a balance
when to stop doing something you enjoy? when it becomes a compulsion.
âI could reveal because Iâm more surrendered to the hidden and whispering than the revealed and yellingâ
itâs not a cult if you donât believe my shit
nowadays, there comes a time each day when all the bells are ringing at the same time and i have to actually bring myself back into the narrative, this is what i imagine wrestling with god feels like, itâs quite pleasant when that happens i feel truly liberated and on a journey still, i understand their bullshit a litte more each day and i laugh a little more, i hope they do too
its not you its me because i turned this narcissim real time, trapped in a virtual hug ? its a matter of perspective.
iâm still open to a call of reason, if iâm human enough for it yet
practice death more dispassionately and with more accuracy, thereâs a difference between giving just lip service to âmemento moriâ and actually practicing it
i used to jump around the empty house so much when i was young
i have a tendency to the lose the plot thoroughly
hereâ an observation: during the course of this fiasco someone uttered the words âthereâll be hell to payâ
okay in terms of evolutionary biology, the drive to get upright was sexually rooted, so sex is better standing up?
truly feels like iâm an army of one, constantly under attack, what more could one ask for?
i moved forward giving BST but there was more besti than blood
These are sciences purely Verbal, & entirely useless but for Practise in Societys of Men. No speculative knowledge, no comparison of Ideas in them. (#768) - George Berkeley
compliance is easy to gain when youâre being badgered with a confused bipartisan agendas 24x7
body keeps the score, soul the scoreboard
those who are saying clean up, quit smoking or change are only asking me to start something i would honestly rather ignore until ppl come to their senses, they are barking up more than a wrong tree here, i was on this trajectory what they have to understand is that they joined me, not vice versa, and if they donât like the trajectory or are patently failing to change it despite using threats and punishments, then if they are smart, they should leave rather than spread propaganda. donât try to align me to your plan, align with the bigger plan and see that singularity is upon us, by fighting and dawdling we only make it worse for ourselves and future generations.
as the dog turned inside out in full public view, so did the void inside and once that happened, the void sort of fell on the ground, sucking in whatever it could find thereâŠ.once i saw this i changed .. but still it was more interesting to watch this void on the ground than to think about the people who were calling me or torturing me .. the people who formed the inner circle were watching this, standing at the periphery and admiring what was perhaps just another display of human ingenuity, achieving true religion with the use of technology.. however these people being not idealists but materialists could only watch, give lip service to law and privacy, pity or adore me which made me even surer of my, um, situation, soon enough, tired of calling me, they started throwing bits of feces at me, even perhaps putting some in my food like monkeys fighting across invisible prison bars, about the very bars they are throwing feces across, who knows why, perhaps they were envious of the prisons their lives had come to be, perhaps they wanted to cancel out a blasphemy with another for i resembled an individual exception (though i was not an exceptional individual in the most material sense of the word), cannot be definitely said. I was happier for the simplicity i had introduced in my life, and could be found dancing or crying depending on which day of the week it was. surely i though this must be what religion means, the falling out of the void, i had no leap of faith to make anymore, my first and last leap of faith was that tweet to mumbai police - and even through that ordeal i never lost my balance⊠i felt like a dead person, where there was once lust there was only a disgust for it, maybe thatâs all life is, the filling of this void that fell out - from now on my efforts were creative where they had once been destructive, for with the void went the desire to destroy it. it felt nice to be at the very forefront of the evolution as a species, even if, and especially if, this direction was not to be the one humanity would evolve in, so i gave thanks and expressed gratitude.
i now understand why it had to be vulgar
it felt great to lead this revolt FOR society
if all knowledge is resemblance all advertisers are mere employees, not the boss
many ways to live for others, many kinds of cogs in the human machine, give thanks you were able to serve at all
iâm this slow on purpose
no theory, just practice what you preach
now the game is change or perish, but conscious change is not the goal, nor can anything be forced, i'm surrendered
making an exception for the sake of symbolism is pretty dumb, unless thereâs love involved, which makes it simply dangerous, once again i will retreat because what happenned is beyond my comprehension even if i had the facts i cuurrently donât. these people were somehow pissed at the world around them and i was another easy target sitting pretty, now while i would, like the others, like to put this behind me, its too personal and interesting an ignorance to let go of that easily, something like smoking which one does no matter the cost to the body, still i struggle with the habit, if only for the symbolism
what matters is that the eye completes me, not that the eye is ignorant, or is controlled and used by fools
i donât need to do -ve visualisation i have ppl who do it for me
poor me oh my!
you may not have an enemy but you have enough friends who misunderstand you
iâm cruel to myself, i guess being self destructive pays
total surrender contains the seeds for the ultimate rebellion
aeolian winds
if you want to blame the individual start with me, if you want to blame the collective start with yourself
iâve proved that the definition of truth is circular
survival of the species is overrated, money has lost all significance, so i went ahead with the minimal lifestyle at home, my interests had narrowed to comparative religion, software, philosophy, and writing
as a therapy, in fact, everything i did derived from the doing some sort of therapeutic release, i chose to call it âaction as therapyâ.
there wasnât as much music as before perhaps partly because the quality of surprise and true discovery had diminished if not totally vaporised, and the fact that i didnât consume it the same way as before,
had i lost my mojo? absolutely not, its just these ppl didnât seem worth giving a fuck about to begin with, my prolonged (pseudo) religious experience didnât help their case
need to face the blank page, let that be the only symbol of matrydom
if somehow you lose the ability to surprise the world, you can still surprise yourself
i think they finally broke through me, i was suddenly willing to concede defeat, thereâs only so many death threats one can take before giving up - but giving up meant giving up thoroughly, i was just a husk now and i didnât even know how or exactly when this all had started - now it was just a death drive, not âmyâ death-drive - once again the logic of habits seemed to be that with enough torture you can change any old habit
screen is a better pill than any pill you can invent
each DNA is unique, these predictions are all statistical and not a single one sounds reasonable so far
looks like these people are born, scream about money for a while, and die. if they find someone to torture on the way, all the better
the screen serves me better than a woman ever could, unfortunately, is it better with the eye on? not really, but iâm not about to repress anything, iâm literally feeding off of it, which is not reprehensible, .
2017 goa , 2018 home, 2019 blr, 2020 mum / bhutan / kolkata, 2021 manali and back