Fū Yue

That is simply incorrect. When Gautama was offered a bowl of rice, he did not deny it. You have a lust for enlightenment, and a greed for spiritual power. Your hatred of samsara sows only more seeds of suffering. Where is your equanimity?

Joy, love, laughter, release... none of these things should ever be looked upon as negative. Catharsis is healthy. It sounds like the original spirit was trying to show you some truth. Don't let this stress-laden civilization keep you down; the truth is that we are all wild and free. Good luck!

I think that, rather than asceticism, living a regular life would be a better meditation for you. Such aversion is not the middle way.

the emotional body does not reflect the full spectrum of the mind's entanglement, what is causing those emotions is far more important.

That's like what I was getting at, but in a different sense. The true form of the mind is absolute freedom. Essentially, our own past lives are as infinite as our future lives... because we can't let go of living, and by extension, dying. It is our bondage that is imaginary, and we are addicted to it. When I had my enlightenment experience, I realized that the senses are actually enjoying everything that is happening right now to the fullest extent. They don't care about our suffering, they actually enjoy it. They enjoy the death and the destruction as much as the bliss and youthfulness. They eat it, and when it is over they crave more, because they simultaneously love and hate us for putting them through this hurricane of sensation. Our current reality is like an intervention by our parents, trying to get us to give up the drugs. When the senses all swallowed each other into the one taste of amrita, the whole universe became the fractal helices of my own DNA, and the mind revealed itself. Not what I was expecting... It refuses to be objectified, you can't hold it. It is it's own womb, tomb, and birthing room. The whole world is a leaf on a tree in it's own imagination. It has already let go, and we are the only ones confused. There is no matter. Nothing dies, nothing lives, there is just this single moment which is our mind. It can become anything but don't be fooled, it's still the clear light of freedom. The immortals eventually die, because the mind is an impossible force. The gods and the goddesses face decay and death, because the mind is an impossible power. The only possible refuge, where the waves do not reach, is the clear light of our own minds. Ultimately though, we must give up ownership of even that in order to be truly free, in my experience.

I think the main problem arises when people interpret emptiness as "nothing" when really it's more like "freedom from substance", therefore mistakenly thinking that light is "something" as opposed to being empty of all "things". Which, in turn, creates a grasping for that something, leading to an assumption of a 'thing' grasping for that something', forging the ties of duality. and so the cycle continues.

like a bubble in an ocean of silence, it is a dream where anything is acceptable and nothing goes.

Why would you betray the spirit itself for a word pointing to the spirit itself?

All the sounds of the world arise from a silence so profound that it's stillness seems to be a motion. The Dao does not get bored, nor sick, it is our own restlessness that splits the void into one-thousand things. This is the folly the individual tends to make - assuming that there is a normal, a reality, a time, a place, a person, a creation... What happens when you try to declare sovereignty over a mirage? What good is it to attempt to wrestle with light? If you listen closely to that silence, you will not lose your mind but gain it, and if you continue to create delusion, you will not achieve the illuminating taste. That's my view. The Dao is always experiencing itself, but in order to see the Dao, you must leave everything you own behind, including the precious playground.

The entire universe is within you, so there is no need to grasp on to what you already are. Take a rest, it will be fine, the larger reality is alive and she is looking out for you.

our will is free, so we cannot possess it. it is the great possession, so the desire has already been fulfilled and there is no need to control anything.

The universe is the cradle of an infant desperate for play, and the mind is it's womb. He saw the shadow of himself playing just beyond the nursery bed, and fell out reaching for the apparition. His head was scraped, and blaming it on the shadow, said all manner of terrible things to it, unknowing that it was a mere reflection. He looked back and there was no more cradle, but a quiet stream by a grip of trees. The man could no longer discern the look of his shadow from the ground, for the trees were large and the water seemed murky. His mother was nowhere to be seen. He wanders still, unable to rest in peace. At least, that's my take on it.

they didn't destroy anything, they didn't kill anything. they didn't have to, because they realized the truth about freedom. your power is as empty as this ego you war against, perhaps you should let them both go?

I think it takes real courage to take this old world and make it new, rather than wave away all the problems. All things return in time, but resolution leads to liberation.

The way is everywhere, in every situation, in every environment. Comfort in all situations is truly knowing yourself, in my opinion. It's a very difficult thing. Good luck to you, I hope you find what you're looking for.

From what i've observed during my meditations, all of the accumulated knowledge of the average human becomes more and more homogenous the farther you trace the thought. Throw the appropriate symbol in the huge, murky sea of the mind like a fisherman and the appropriate (according to your mind's unique sub-processing interface) fish takes the bait. Unfortunately the sub mind does not differentiate between fact, fiction, random tangent, beautiful tree you saw that one time or the horrible hot dog you ate at the fair. Kind of like a vast library with all the pages of the books bulging out from between the covers but they're exploding randomly, eating each other, and swapping innards with other people's books when you're not looking. Nonetheless, they are arranged according to the language you used to describe the form. So you think of 'chopsticks' and an image of two wooden sticks comes to mind, probe further and they become a long staff, then a walking stick, and it's all downhill from there. Without the structure of language, I don't think this would be the case. So if you conjured part of the concept of an animal, the rest of the parts of the concept may arise, or something slightly related might arise and become entwined, building up to some chimeric monstrosity in the end. I suppose it depends on if you are keeping your library clean and orderly or not.

I need some help getting this shit back in place please. help! what the fuck is this?

alright guys, thanks.

having literally no center is an incredibly strange feeling