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https://youtu.be/Axi8nrvOkkY?t=6m55s Come to me. I've been waiting so long. I don't know who you are or what you are. Whether you're our past or our future. But I need you because I've waited long enough. And the saucers fly through the open window. They glide through my fingers. They land on my chest. They make knots in my hair. And I'm open and expectant on my makeshift altar. Prepared for whatever the new people will deliver. I trust. Because what else can I do, but trust. What else can we do, but trust. This is bigger than all of us so we may as well just lay down and trust. There is no moon tonight, but the stars are whispering our names.

It was a joke, maybe you need to have a better sense of humor? And before you get too far off on that tangent of happy shiny people, let me clarify the original statement and my interpretation of your response - just for kicks. I stated that in the "game" of life, death is the "player" - and "winning" has nothing to do with "monkey business". It seems you are saying that your achievement of what may be called "domestic bliss" - that your achievement of "satisfaction" in worldly life and your peaceful lifestyle is somehow the same thing or relevant to what I was saying. That is not correct. It may be "winning" for you - thats great, more power to you. What Im saying, in this cheeky way - is that "winning" the "game" of life means that you have "won" against death. This has nothing to do with domestic bliss, worldly satisfaction, amount of peoples lives you saved, how many charities to you gave how many millions too, etc. etc. etc. etc. and so on. Donald Trump or Bill Gates can easily "lose" and a rotting leper on a street corner can easily "win" - but actually they all have the same chances. Its not the same thing as worldly success, and has nothing to do with it one way or the other. In other words, your worldly success or lack of it has no effect other than the conditions it provides which may or may not help it along, but such effects are fairly minor in the overall path. It also has nothing to do with morality and ethics and human laws of society. It does involve the inner conscience which you are born with - in whatever capacity it manifests - not the learned responses you are instructed in by your parents, siblings, relatives, teachers, schools, etc... but conscience is only a part of the picture. Most have no interest in it, if they even suspect the possibility exists in the first place - even those with cultural influences springing directly from such endeavors. Its just not the same thing as "living large" in the world, however you choose to personally define that. They arent mutually exclusive at all, but it can be difficult to tie them together. Many have started out with interests in this other path beyond death, but are then diverted by life events which end up being of more value to them than their practice.

Yes - I personally do not subscribe to the monkey business, or wish to participate in it. However you have not "countered my assertion" with your "actions". The only "action" you performed here was another statement. This statement consisted of your claims of what you do in your life, in relation to my joke about monkey business. So why do I need to know what you have achieved? What does that matter in regards to the "assertion" that I do not participate in such monkey business? Can you explain this? There is no logic to your statements above. In regards to your idea of such statements being "actions" - have you ever heard the expression "talk is cheap"? Its like how I can say "IM KING OF THE WORLD!!" anytime I want, even if it has no actual truth or meaning to it. If you want evidence for the sweeping generalization of how monkeys run this planet in the name of such monkey business, all you have to do is look around. You have to open your eyes and be willing to see the truth of the situation as it is - if you are unwilling or unable to do this, you will not find any evidence. Generally, if you dont want to find that evidence, you wont find it - and Im pretty sure I know what you want...

And yet you took the statement personally?

Thanks, Im glad I have your permission!

This is simply an honest communication of my thoughts on the matter. That is all. At least you avoided a reference to Hitler.

theyre simply active the source of calculations time, eternity

Life is the arena. Death is the player. If you want to talk about "winning" the game, we can discuss that - but its quite another matter than your standard monkey business of grabbing as many bananas as you can and sleeping in the highest treetops with the most females (or males or whatever).

It sounds like you have no clue what you are talking about, thats my issue with it. "I heard it from some guys - trust me" doesnt work for me, especially coming from a practically anonymous source such as yourself. Hearsay is certainly not enough for me, much less for a random person on the street like you to give to me. Experiencing this phenomena from the inside out, as I have on numerous occasions - has given me actual living insight into what is happening, on my own terms, within my own perception of my own body. The primary intent of your original and subsequent statements is clearly evident, but I am not concerned with it. Beyond that, what is there to salvage? Good luck. Say hi to the "real yogis" for me

on the topic of body this, body that... take a look at Sri Neem Karoli Baba, here all of you "pure body" and "perfect body" types will probably think this is not looking too good, eh? But this guy was a Siddha of crazy immense power. He could literally manifest objects from thin air, and plenty of witness will attest to it as well as countless other things. Disciples are still in contact with him on the astral level. He was one of the key gurus of the hippie movement - you could say he is a spiritual godfather of the modern western world's spiritual "scene". How would you reconcile this type of master with your beliefs in the health of the body and so forth?

I see - you need objective proofs. Thats good. I like it.

find the gentle way water cuts a path through stone kala and kali

its a pretty small start, but you gotta start somewhere there is an old story about a king who wanted a gift that would make him sad when he was happy, and happy when he was sad... he was given a ring engraved with the phrase: "this too shall pass"

Mankind wants to claim it knows everything - even through stating it knows nothing. Thats how fucked up mankind is. Mankind wants to be king of the hill. Mankind wants to win. And in its own little tiny world, mankind is a legendary hero of epic proportions. In reality, in the big scheme of things, mankind is less than the tiniest grain of sand. This causes what is known as "dissonance" within the mind of mankind. Such "dissonance" is the genesis of untold waste, countless failures, and may very well be the final nail in mankind's coffin.

Yeh man, death is not a problem. Living in agony, suffering the pain of this world, enduring fatal diseases and chronic conditions... thats a whole other story. Death isnt what you need to worry about, its going to remove all that. When people talk about the fear of death they are usually just referring to a fear of the unknown - which occurs in many other forms as well besides "death". Reactions to thoughts of your life ending and not having any more chances to do anything, thats a different range of emotions than the primal fear which motivates you to survive at all costs. Primal fear is DNA level stuff. Earthly DNA is billions of years old. Thats billions. As in around 3,000,000,000 years. Your human personality is probably not as old as that - and therefore its not going to have nearly the same impact on your mind as your DNA will.

Spotless is probably referring to the "absolute" nature of terms like "pure" and "perfect" and so forth. In that sense it is more about the limits of perception or ability, rather than an actual absolute position. For example, the human eye perceives light in a certain range... if there is not enough of it, you wont see anything - however, if there is too much its the same result. At the limits of human eyesight, it doesnt matter if its too much or not enough because the end result is the same: blindness. Does that mean that there is no light beyond what the human eye can see? Of course not, it means that humans just cant perceive it. Perfection in particular is quite interesting, because it is possible to manifest it, and yet it remains a relative aspect in reality. It is the upper limit of a particular formation. Going further means losing that lesser perfection for a greater imperfection. Relativity exists because perception exists. There is a relationship between subject and object - they relate to each other, and the correspondence between them is a relative matter. As long as there is a subject and object, existence is relative to it. There is no actual reality to an absolute in such existence, except as the source or basis of the phenomena of the subject-object relationship itself. This source is already absolute, already far beyond ideas such as "pure" and "perfect" and so on. The danger of confusing relative ideas for absolute realities is one of the most prevalent in the traditions of religion, practice, philosophy and so on. Its not uncommon, in fact its a necessary phase to go through. Good luck.

I heard Elvis was still alive!! Also, I heard the moon is made of cheese! Joking aside, do you have any idea of the relation of the 2nd chakra to such smells? As in, what would be the mechanics involved, why would it happen? Is there some kind of general concept that gives an idea why the 2nd chakra would do this, or how it would do this?

What if the memory is never discussed with others, and is not of an earthly life, but the actual process of death and dying and being reborn itself? Id like to hear how you would explain something like that - honestly, Im quite interested in your theories.

Death. On the following night, I wandered to the northern land and found myself under a gray sky in misty-hazy cool-moist air. I strive to those lowlands where the weak currents, flashing in broad mirrors, stream toward the sea, where all haste of flowing becomes more and more dampened, and where all power and all striving unites with the immeasurable extent of the sea. The trees become sparse, wide swamp meadows accompany the still, murky water, the horizon is unending and lonely, draped by gray clouds. Slowly, with restrained breath, and with the great and anxious expectation of one gliding downward wildly on the foam and pouring himself into endlessness, I follow my brother, the sea. It flows softly and almost imperceptibly, and yet we continually approach the supreme embrace, entering the womb of the source, the boundless expansion and immeasurable depths. Lower yellow hills rise there. A broad dead lake widens at their feet. We wander along the hills quietly and they open up to a dusky, unspeakably remote horizon, where the sky and the sea are fused into infinity. Someone is standing there, on the last dune. He is wearing a black wrinkled coat; he stands motionless and looks into the distance. I go up to him-he is gaunt and with a deeply serious look in his eyes. I say to him: "Let me stand beside you for a while, dark one. I recognized you from afar. There is only one who stands this way, so solitary and at the last corner of the world." He answered: "Stranger, you may well stand by me, if it is not too cold for you. As you can see, I am cold and my heart has never beaten." "I know, you are ice and the end; you are the cold silence of the stones; and you are the highest snow on the mountains and the most extreme frost of outer space. I must feel this and that's why I stand near you." "What leads you here to me, you living matter? The living are never guests here. Well, they all flow past here sadly in dense crowds, all those above in the land of the clear day who have taken their departure, never to return again. But the living never come here. What do you seek here?" "My strange and unexpected path led me here as I happily followed the way of the living stream. And thus I found you. I gather this is your place, your rightful place?" "Yes, here it leads into the undifferentiable, where none is equal or unequal, but all are one with one another. Do you see what approaches there?" "I see something like a darkness of clouds, swimming toward us on the tide." "Look more closely; what do you recognize?" "I see densely pressed multitudes of men, old men, women, and children. Between them I see horses, oxen and smaller animals, a cloud of insects swarms around the multitude, a forest swims near, innumerable faded flowers, an utterly dead summer. They are already near; how stiff and cool they all look, their feet do not move, no noise sounds from their closed ranks. They are clasping themselves rigidly with their hands and arms; they are gazing beyond and pay us no heed -they are all flowing past in an enormous stream. Dark one, this vision is awful." "You wanted to stay by me, so get hold of yourself. Look!" I see: "The first rows have reached the point where the surf and the stream flow together violently. And it looks as if a wave of air were confronting the stream of the dead together with the surging sea, whirling them up high, scattering them in black scraps, and dissolving them in murky clouds of mist. Wave after wave approaches, and ever new droves dissolve into black air. Dark one, tell me, is this the end?" "Look!" The dark sea breaks heavily-a reddish glow spreads out in it-it is like blood -a sea of blood foams at my feet-the depths of the sea glow-how strange I feel-am I suspended by my feet? Is it the sea or is it the sky? Blood and fire mix themselves together in a ball-red light erupts from its smoky shroud-a new sun escapes from the bloody sea, and rolls gleamingly toward the uttermost depths-it disappears under my feet. I look around me, I am all alone. Night has fallen. What did Ammonius say? Night is the time of silence. I looked around me and I saw that the solitude expanded into the immeasurable, and pierced me with horrible coldness. The sun still glowed in me, but I could feel myself stepping into the great shadow. I follow the stream that makes its way into the depths, slowly and unperturbed, into the depths of what is to come. And thus I went out in that night (it was the second night of the year 1914), and anxious expectation filled me. I went out to embrace the future. The path was wide and what was to come was awful. It was the enormous dying, a sea of blood. From it the new sun arose, awful and a reversal of that which we call day. We have seized the darkness and its sun will shine above us, bloody and burning like a great downfall. When I comprehended my darkness, a truly magnificent night came over me and my dream plunged me into the depths of the millennia, and from it my phoenix ascended. * But what happened to my day? Torches were kindled, bloody anger and disputes erupted. As darkness seized the world, the terrible war arose and the darkness destroyed the light of the world, since it was incomprehensible to the darkness and good for nothing anymore. And so we had to taste Hell. I saw which vices the virtues of this time changed into, how your mildness became hard, your goodness became brutality; your love became hate, and your understanding became madness. Why did you want to comprehend the darkness! But you had to or else it would have seized you. Happy the man who anticipates this grasp. Did you ever think of the evil in you? Oh, you spoke of it, you mentioned it, and you confessed it smilingly; as a generally human vice, or a recurring misunderstanding. But did you know what evil is, and that it stands precisely right behind your virtues, that it is also your virtues themselves, as their inevitable substance?! You locked Satan in the abyss for a millennium, and when the millennium had passed, you laughed at him, since he had become a children's fairy tale. But if the dreadful great one raises his head, the world winces. The most extreme coldness draws near. With horror you see that you are defenseless, and that the army of your vices falls powerless to its knees. With the power of daimons, you seize the evil, and your virtues cross over to him. You are completely alone in this struggle, since your Gods have become deaf. You do not know which devils are greater, your vices, or your virtues. But of one thing you are certain, that virtues and vices are brothers. We need the coldness of death to see clearly. Life wants to live and to die, to begin and to end. You are not forced to live eternally; but you can also die, since there is a will in you for both. Life and death must strike a balance in your existence. Today's men need a large slice of death, since too much incorrectness lives in them, and too much correctness died in them. What stays in balance is correct, what disturbs balance is incorrect. But if balance has been attained, then that which preserves it is incorrect and that which disturbs it is correct. Balance is at once life and death. For the completion of life a balance with death is fitting. If I accept death, then my tree greens, since dying increases life. If I plunge into the death encompassing the world, then my buds break open. How much our life needs death! Joy at the smallest things comes to you only when you have accepted death. But if you look out greedily for all that you could still live, then nothing is great enough for your pleasure, and the smallest things that continue to surround you are no longer a joy. Therefore I behold death, since it teaches me how to live. If you accept death, it is altogether like a frosty night and an anxious misgiving, but a frosty night in a vineyard full of sweet grapes. You will soon take pleasure in your wealth. Death ripens. One needs death to be able to harvest the fruit. Without death, life would be meaningless, since the long-lasting rises again and denies its own meaning. To be, and to enjoy your being, you need death, and limitation enables you to fulfill your being. When I see the lamentation and nonsense of the earth and consequently enter death with a covered head, then everything I see will indeed turn to ice. But in the shadow world the other rises, the red sun. It rises secretly and unexpectedly, and my world revolves like a satanic apparition. I suspect blood and murder. Blood and murder alone are still exalted, and have their own peculiar beauty; one can assume the beauty of bloody acts of violence. But it is the unacceptable, the awfully repulsive, that which I have forever rejected that rises in me. For if the wretchedness and poverty of this life ends, another life begins in what is opposed to me. This is opposed to such an extent that I cannot conceive it. For it is opposed not according to the laws of reason, but thoroughly and according to its own nature. Yes, it is not only opposed, but repulsive, invisibly and cruelly repulsive, something that takes my breath away, that drains the power from my muscles, that confuses my senses, stings me poisonously from behind in the heel, and always strikes just where I did not suspect I possessed a vulnerable spot. It does not confront me like a strong enemy, manly and dangerously, but I perish on a dung heap, while peaceful chickens cackle around me, amazedly and mindlessly laying their eggs. A dog passes, lifts his leg over me, then trots off calmly. I curse the hour of my birth seven times, and if I do not choose to kill myself on the spot, I prepare to experience the hour of my second birth. The ancients said: Inter faeces et urinas nascimur. For three nights I was assaulted by the horrors of birth. On the third night, junglelike laughter pealed forth, for which nothing is too simple. Then life began to stir again.

I dont claim anything, and moreover that website doesnt have any real information to debunk the actual location of that bowl's discovery. Its not a big deal tho, if it is a fake. That kind of thing happens all the time in antiquities and museum sales and so on. It could be an attempt to cash in on the mystery of the place - sure, I could easily see that. However, Tiwanaku is a very real place. If you are claiming the site itself is a hoax, Id suggest checking into a mental health facility instead of continuing this conversation. All those strangely cut blocks exist. They have clearly been machined in some way. It could certainly be ancient humans, I have no problem with that - however it is also clearly evidence of very high technology relative to the very ancient period of time. In fact, modern engineers are unable to create these kinds of blocks without a great deal of time and effort and laser guided cutting machines that somehow cool as they drill, etc. etc. Some of the stones weigh hundreds of tons, and there is no local quarry so they have been moved. They have also been broken apart and tossed about like gravel - these stones that weigh hundreds of tons. If you want to talk about what YOU know, go right ahead, Im listening.

We need the coldness of death to see clearly. Life wants to live and to die, to begin and to end. You are not forced to live eternally; but you can also die, since there is a will in you for both. Life and death must strike a balance in your existence. Today's men need a large slice of death, since too much incorrectness lives in them, and too much correctness died in them. What stays in balance is correct, what disturbs balance is incorrect. But if balance has been attained, then that which preserves it is incorrect and that which disturbs it is correct. Balance is at once life and death. For the completion of life a balance with death is fitting. If I accept death, then my tree greens, since dying increases life. If I plunge into the death encompassing the world, then my buds break open. How much our life needs death! Joy at the smallest things comes to you only when you have accepted death. But if you look out greedily for all that you could still live, then nothing is great enough for your pleasure, and the smallest things that continue to surround you are no longer a joy. Therefore I behold death, since it teaches me how to live. If you accept death, it is altogether like a frosty night and an anxious misgiving, but a frosty night in a vineyard full of sweet grapes. You will soon take pleasure in your wealth. Death ripens. One needs death to be able to harvest the fruit. Without death, life would be meaningless, since the long-lasting rises again and denies its own meaning. To be, and to enjoy your being, you need death, and limitation enables you to fulfill your being. - Jung

interesting theory - where did you hear about this? do you have any reference available?

I see where you are coming from, but Im not speaking about other children, I was speaking of personal memories. For example, do you remember eating dinner yesterday? Are you sure it was really you eating dinner? Maybe you just tuned into the telepathic experience of an alternate dimension of another version of yourself eating dinner! Your last statement seems the most accurate IMHO.