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What is normal food for you is entirely political. Look at corn dairy beef and pork subsidies in 'Murica. Your notion of civilized is a projection of your notions of normal, which is what you were exposed to from the age of 0-7. It is not an objective notion... it is projective, subjective and societally formed. peace out bro

and yet, because you agree with Maher, you assume he won... pot, meet kettle. Code words are how racists operate within society without drawing unwanted persecution in reaction to their bile. When used by the president, they are a signal of acceptabilty an all clear signal that 'their time has come' to open up and come out of the closet and begin open hostilities of what they usually keep hidden, (knowing inherently it is anti-human and anti-love). I find the voluntary outing of racists, mysogonists, xeno and homophobes to be a great, if painful boon to society. The way our current president is good for us is by showing us just how much illness has been percolating under the surface of our republic. It is not possible to heal one's self, if one is unaware that they are ill and does not seek treatment. We were walking home one evening after fireworks on the 4th of July. As we walked by one home, it was not possible to ignore the Confederate Flag, so enormous, it completely obfuscated the entire detached garage of one home. As we passed it, latino, african and asian families all about us, I loudly proclaimed. "I sure do appreciate when racist ass=hats proclaim their racist bullshit up front and don't hide... it's less dangerous in the long run as it saves me time in knowing who to watch and whom to distance from." One can't sleep next to a rabid dog. As for wet markets. I worked the South Street Seaport for some years in lower Manhattan. Fish guts and hoses to wash the place clean. Perfectly normal.

whoa... blast from the past! Haven't listened to Aphex Twin in forever it seems. Thanks for putting them back on my radar @CloudHands reminiscent of Autechre (Pi Soundtrack) and more recently Tycho.

my handle on PS4 is shodokai if anyone wants to play something there. My son found a great deal on Ghost Recon: Breakpoint Ultimate edition. Usually $120, on sale for $37 lots of bells and whistles with that version. We've been tearing it up for the last week together. I'm also a regular on For Honor and an occasional these days onTitanfall2, but have somewhere around 140 games. If we had a chat room the movie thing with comments would be fun. My son and I have begun working our way through horror and monster movies, calling out all the movie sins as we see them. That's been great fun. Last one was Godzilla King of Monsters.

Perception is not Reality. A modicum of doubt, has revealed itself a precious commodity to me in the pursuit of my True Nature.

oh man, those mind games. some kinda druid dude... liftin' the veil. some kinda magic... the search for the grail.

whether on the wheel participating in the game, or in the hub watching it roll by untouched and untouchable.... whether in form, or formless... i am

Well they do say the mind is the biggest erogenous zone... or they say it's a terrible thing to waste... or it's just a terrible thing (circa bush jr) maybe mind is a terribly wasteful erogenous zone?

Quite a few folks I've met on retreat describe disrupted sleep if they practice in the evening.

She's awesome. Can't get enough. Thanks.

As Above, So Below. As Within, Without. Life truly mirrors at all levels, including it seems, virus like interactions. DB Trolls are a virus here now that mirrors the general virus encompassing the globe. It's spread has been rather impressive and following a similar curve. To hazard a guess, I'd say it's how they're processing their panic and I pity them. Not enough to engage them often, unless i slip, or am seeking low hanging fruit as entertainment. As the word gets out and the Trolls descend and return to DBums. Can't help notice they're effect is the emotional version of the covid virus infection. All public spaces and conversations are compromised. To enter public discussion is to engage with infection. For all they scream how much they hate and loathe it here, they sure to contradict it by how much time they spend demonstrating their addiction and need of it. As Covid has effectively grounded the human species and sent it to its room... Here Trolls act as a virus in conversation and functional conversation isolates in PPD's. There's always a work around for the cultivators. Honestly, I've been perusing PPD's I've overlooked for years and finding so many gems... I'm grateful. The blather will cease, they'll grow tired, when they run out of food. By the fruit, is the health of the tree known. As for the blathering and mouth trumpeting... stemming from unqualified observers, it's akin to traffic noise, not meaningful content. Keep on keepin on Bums! This will pass, as do all forms, proclivities and processes. Remember to cultivate your siddhis. Genero-siddhi Recipro-siddhi Simpli-siddhi and Saga-siddhi Like all virus sweeps... this will pass.

Welcome to the Bums mate.

“Is my value based only on your perception? Or is your opinion of me not my responsibility?” ~Billie Eilish

Vajra: A revelation or insight that strikes Awareness like a bolt of lightning and is as hard and unshakable as diamond.

Pearls! Thank you for sharing. Your responses to some of my postings of late, have been like bolts of lightning from clear skies. Deeply resonant, piercingly appropriate, devastatingly revealing and deeply appreciated.

There will be discomfort. There may be pain. This does not mean there must be suffering.

Some time ago, I stopped seeking sanity and disovered contentment. Now, I no longer suffer from insanity... i rather enjoy it.

Welcome! I like turtles as well. We had a pair of red eared sliders for a few years. Enjoy your time here.

I had a parrot, AJ, who was a Trace Maria. He gave a mean impression of holding an actual conversation, while just mixing and mingling 250~300 words in 65 or so phrases. He died very young, of pneumonia... (rip)

Hey chino. Welcome to the Bums. As you can see, the topic of JC brings a lot of baggage with it. That aside, you are most welcome here and if you don't find many who want to talk with you about it openly, there are many threads on it you can find in the search feature to get some info. In perusing them, you'll soon see why you got the harsh responses here. Just know, due to severe trolling by some who claim to follow JC's protocols, you will meet with much ferocious resistence trolling in response when bringing it up. Don't take it personally. It's just how some folks respond to that topic here now.

na, nevermind...

The old saying: "When the student is ready, the teacher appears." has through my process morphed into... "When one unfolds in presence, all of life reveals as Teacher." Every insect, bush, tree, cloud, person, stone, flowing creek. Every nasty politician, vile abuser and soft Momma cat feeding her young... are my Teacher. All of life is constantly exemplifying its innate true nature... it's me who tunes that flow in or out depending on my level of myopia and focus. As a precursor to this insight, the following thought shouted itself into my mind years ago to lasting resonant effect. "It is a poor man indeed, who while not listening, stomps about proclaiming Nature to be mute." Every aspect of reality has a lesson for me in recent years. I listen to everything more intimately than I used to; when I assumed the answer to my seeking must lie outside of me somewhere, in a book, a lecture, a teacher of meditation forms, or in some remote valley I'd hiked to seeking release, comfort, insight. Now all answers arise from within... but the sense of self has expanded exponentially, encompassing all that is perceived... whether loved or despised. For in the end, all that i love and all that i despise, arise from the same source... so the difference between the loved and despise, must stem from within. Now the insights are all about me, resonating. Untruths no longer bother me as they used to, they serve Truth when revealed as untrue. Others are no longer other than i... they are recognized as extensions of the one flowing Awareness and speak with my voice, even when they don't speak. It's utterly blissful and at times heart breaking.

I've noticed a marked drop off in posting frequency and habits of certain individuals, but you're right, I'm not sounding an all clear signal by any means, just noting a significant and relieved drop in some of the more vehement troll's behavior, now that folks with some actionable authority have returned. Cautiously Optimistic is where my Troll Meter is reading currently. In the end, it always abates. Modding or not. That kind of vitriol can't be maintained indefinitely. They always either tire themselves out, or cease getting enough attention.

Well it seems that just sean posting his presence once here the other day and endowing Trunk with admin powers has caused the Trolls to recede. Their bluster and presence seems to have whithered almost instantly...

all of all, in One spiral line in resonance... emptiness dancing