Rem Visualisations!
Samsaramom left a comment that sent me back to blogging. I'd managed to give it up for half a day!
Visualisations? Hmm? I only know what I've read in freely available books about this juju, so I'm always merely speculating. So this is really just a personal explanation.
I tried to understand the Second Noble Truth by writing The Buddha and the Big Bad Wolf. The second noble truth seemed to be that suffering is caused by desire (sometimes actions and delusions) based on ignorance of your own true self. When you ask yourself, what is your own true self, it might be useful to bear in mind that the words were said by a buddha. What does a buddha think his own true self is? Because he's not supposed to be ignorant. We are. Anyway, it looks as if our problems here stem from ignorance and self.
Forget visualisations at that point. You just do the calming stuff and let a bit go and find the object to be negated: this false sense of self. This is not easy stuff. Visualisations might be easier! You could do them as a rest!
Angst might be from fear of personal annilihation.
So you go through the dying process (you have to suspend disbelief: in drama someone's got to die. You're the centre of the universe on this one. You get to die!) and you get into beyond concepts then back out again as a deity in a mandala. As an offering. A radiant and proud and beautiful offering.
I might have made that bit up.
So you hypnotise yourself. I do not know what hypnosis is. I have asked. Nobody seems to know what it is. There must be a connection. Of course, if everything is connnected, there must be a connection. But a close one between hypnosis and this.
You're hypnotised and the boy says this is red. It seems, the bit in your head that tells you it's red flashes red. It's red all the way through. Except it isn't red. But it seems red.
You are the deity. You have to be the deity and not just pretending or imagining. So there must be some connection between this and hypnosis.
Would you want to be a deity for a while. Maybe just a little bit. Say Friday night round at my place. What times we could have!
So you have somehow managed by fantastic perserverance and great good fortune to convince yourself in some way or other that you are a deity, and then you go back to joe/joesephine. What has that done to your problem? Ignorance and self.
It's got to completely unhinge you. You could see how you could go mad if you tried this stuff with a couple of beers in you.
Through a long line of bright folk with no teevees and nothing to amuse themselves with except their minds, it seems that they found this juju was the best way to promote happiness among the human beings. And the method must weaken what you so steadfastly were clinging to and which caused you needless suffering. Your hat. As I said, just a personal explanation.
Visualisations? Hmm? I only know what I've read in freely available books about this juju, so I'm always merely speculating. So this is really just a personal explanation.
I tried to understand the Second Noble Truth by writing The Buddha and the Big Bad Wolf. The second noble truth seemed to be that suffering is caused by desire (sometimes actions and delusions) based on ignorance of your own true self. When you ask yourself, what is your own true self, it might be useful to bear in mind that the words were said by a buddha. What does a buddha think his own true self is? Because he's not supposed to be ignorant. We are. Anyway, it looks as if our problems here stem from ignorance and self.
Forget visualisations at that point. You just do the calming stuff and let a bit go and find the object to be negated: this false sense of self. This is not easy stuff. Visualisations might be easier! You could do them as a rest!
Angst might be from fear of personal annilihation.
So you go through the dying process (you have to suspend disbelief: in drama someone's got to die. You're the centre of the universe on this one. You get to die!) and you get into beyond concepts then back out again as a deity in a mandala. As an offering. A radiant and proud and beautiful offering.
I might have made that bit up.
So you hypnotise yourself. I do not know what hypnosis is. I have asked. Nobody seems to know what it is. There must be a connection. Of course, if everything is connnected, there must be a connection. But a close one between hypnosis and this.
You're hypnotised and the boy says this is red. It seems, the bit in your head that tells you it's red flashes red. It's red all the way through. Except it isn't red. But it seems red.
You are the deity. You have to be the deity and not just pretending or imagining. So there must be some connection between this and hypnosis.
Would you want to be a deity for a while. Maybe just a little bit. Say Friday night round at my place. What times we could have!
So you have somehow managed by fantastic perserverance and great good fortune to convince yourself in some way or other that you are a deity, and then you go back to joe/joesephine. What has that done to your problem? Ignorance and self.
It's got to completely unhinge you. You could see how you could go mad if you tried this stuff with a couple of beers in you.
Through a long line of bright folk with no teevees and nothing to amuse themselves with except their minds, it seems that they found this juju was the best way to promote happiness among the human beings. And the method must weaken what you so steadfastly were clinging to and which caused you needless suffering. Your hat. As I said, just a personal explanation.
posted by Hotboy at 8:46 PM
1 Comments:
The stuff you said about the dying process makes loads of sense to me (though I'll leave the deity stuff to the diehards). The pun was unintended but I like it so I'll leave it.
There's so much denial around death, it's a breath of fresh air when someone actually says the unspeakable.
I'm guessing the hat is a Susquehanna.
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