Rat Beirut Person!
Sunday 10:41 a.m.
Somebody from Beyrouth, Beirut, Lebanon landed on my webpage with the books on it this morning, according the statcounter. Well, I hope nothing too terrifying happens to you and yours today, pal! I'm just going to start my first proper meditation of this morning (lazy bugger!), so I'll dedicate it to whoever you are!
10:39 p.m.
Thank god normal people go back to work tomorrow! You've got to do flatheids in small doses. In small doses I can cope. When you keep doing flatheids practically all the time, before you know it you might as well be a flatheid yourself. Because where is all your precious time to develope and investigate ra bliss gone to? Wasted talking crap to flatheids. I mean, let's face it, you can talk to most flatheids till you're blue in the face and they'll still be too dumb to meditate.
But there is a wee glimmer of .... spoke to Skinny McDuck on Friday. Skinny told me he'd meditated twice the day before. I told Skinny about the three turnings of the wheel of the juju. The negatation of self in the joe; the negation of "self" or true existence outside the joe; and the arising, abiding and declining in the the big mind, like waves in the ocean of consciousness.
Skinny is only 24. His maw drank herself to death not that long ago. He got himself through university and finished this summer without any real financial support from anyone. I mean, when I went to uni, they practically paid us to go! Anyway, Skinny deserves ra bliss!
They call it samsara. It's the world for flatheids. For the comfortable, complacent bourgeois it might not be so bad a spot to find yourself in. All joes like Skinny have got is themselves, and their brains. I hope they get ra bliss in this lifetime. Skinny is tough. He doesn't ask for anything. He doesn't expect anything. Bourgeois kids are sweetie eaters. You have to have a certain amount of renunciation to want to just sit quietly doing nothing. Maybe it's easier to do that if you think something about samsara is not quite right.
You can't be into buddhism and be an individualist. John Wayne is not going to be a buddhist. Interdependence is for socialists. Non-self is for socialists.
So I've been spending a too long with flatheids over the last couple of days. I think what I should do is go to the hut and not come out. I've got three weeks. If anyone wanted to come to see me, they'd know where I was.
It's worthwhile spending your time speaking to joes like Skinny. Skinny needs something. I could give him something. Speaking to the normal middle class flatheid is a waste of everyone's time. They will never meditate. They will never get ra bliss, ra rapture, or ra ecstasy.
Born to be comfortable! Born to be comfortable! (You've got to think this with the motorbikes revving up and to the Born to Be Wild tune reverberating!)
After seeing the normals for three days in a row, I was supposed to go to a house warming for a vicar today. Hid in the allotment and that wave passed me by! My meditations today have been wonderful. Did about seven or eight hours, dug the allotment a wee bit and fell asleep for a wee bit; did the physical jerks. I don't have any time left to write in. I didn't even get to read a Sunday paper today.
Somebody from Beyrouth, Beirut, Lebanon landed on my webpage with the books on it this morning, according the statcounter. Well, I hope nothing too terrifying happens to you and yours today, pal! I'm just going to start my first proper meditation of this morning (lazy bugger!), so I'll dedicate it to whoever you are!
10:39 p.m.
Thank god normal people go back to work tomorrow! You've got to do flatheids in small doses. In small doses I can cope. When you keep doing flatheids practically all the time, before you know it you might as well be a flatheid yourself. Because where is all your precious time to develope and investigate ra bliss gone to? Wasted talking crap to flatheids. I mean, let's face it, you can talk to most flatheids till you're blue in the face and they'll still be too dumb to meditate.
But there is a wee glimmer of .... spoke to Skinny McDuck on Friday. Skinny told me he'd meditated twice the day before. I told Skinny about the three turnings of the wheel of the juju. The negatation of self in the joe; the negation of "self" or true existence outside the joe; and the arising, abiding and declining in the the big mind, like waves in the ocean of consciousness.
Skinny is only 24. His maw drank herself to death not that long ago. He got himself through university and finished this summer without any real financial support from anyone. I mean, when I went to uni, they practically paid us to go! Anyway, Skinny deserves ra bliss!
They call it samsara. It's the world for flatheids. For the comfortable, complacent bourgeois it might not be so bad a spot to find yourself in. All joes like Skinny have got is themselves, and their brains. I hope they get ra bliss in this lifetime. Skinny is tough. He doesn't ask for anything. He doesn't expect anything. Bourgeois kids are sweetie eaters. You have to have a certain amount of renunciation to want to just sit quietly doing nothing. Maybe it's easier to do that if you think something about samsara is not quite right.
You can't be into buddhism and be an individualist. John Wayne is not going to be a buddhist. Interdependence is for socialists. Non-self is for socialists.
So I've been spending a too long with flatheids over the last couple of days. I think what I should do is go to the hut and not come out. I've got three weeks. If anyone wanted to come to see me, they'd know where I was.
It's worthwhile spending your time speaking to joes like Skinny. Skinny needs something. I could give him something. Speaking to the normal middle class flatheid is a waste of everyone's time. They will never meditate. They will never get ra bliss, ra rapture, or ra ecstasy.
Born to be comfortable! Born to be comfortable! (You've got to think this with the motorbikes revving up and to the Born to Be Wild tune reverberating!)
After seeing the normals for three days in a row, I was supposed to go to a house warming for a vicar today. Hid in the allotment and that wave passed me by! My meditations today have been wonderful. Did about seven or eight hours, dug the allotment a wee bit and fell asleep for a wee bit; did the physical jerks. I don't have any time left to write in. I didn't even get to read a Sunday paper today.
posted by Hotboy at 10:48 AM
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I sypathise regarding spending time with flatheids. We have the same problem here with Australians.
If only Skinny was a sweetie eater I would share my chocolate with him. All I can do is apologise to him on behalf of my entire class. May it console him to know that it's only the salt of the earth common people deserve the bliss. The filthy bourgeoisie are headed for everlasting torment. Yea, the bliss doth recycle the bible now, for the day of judgement is upon us. Why dodge the vicar's bash? There's no avoiding destiny.
Don't worry about missing the papers, I read the Sunday Herald for you -
http://www.sundayherald.com/56890
Can you copy and paste the link yourself or must I do everything for you?
It said: "A study of hundreds of female twins reveals that those who marry into the lower orders age faster and have a lower life expectancy."
What's the bliss line on this? Could everything be balancing up?
Adolf! Heil! Of course, the the captured vixens, by-products of the Vote Labour/Sleep Tory phenonmenon, die younger. The people around them are dying younger, so why shouldn't they! Maybe something to do with the rotten food, rotten housing, rotten jobs and general dreariness. I don't count as the lower orders ( the domestic bliss is of course from the aristocrasy!) due to being vastly, vastly superior to almost every flatheid on the planet! That's bound to help! Hotboy
University is stressful enough on its own but adding financial problems on top of it can really suck! I could use some meditation or vodka...either way have a happy day.
I say!
"John Wayne is not going to be a buddhist."
'The Duke' passed on some time ago. Perhaps you missed the news that day. Also, as you are no longer reading the Sunday newspapers, you might not know that Glenn Miller is still missing.
I'm sure that helps.
MM III
Mingin! "John Wayne" is a metaphorical, stereotypical ... no point really. And Glen Miller is not missing! None of the Scottish glens are missing! Not even misplaced! We might start missing some lochs though if this weather keeps up! Hotboy
HB/MM - LOL.
BTW, your pal Boris Johnson was treated like royalty on Aussie TV last night in a long interview on world crises. Is this progress? It was certainly funny, though maybe not if you were watching from an undeground car park in Beirut with your worldlies in a shopping trolley. At one point they called him Boris Yeltsin.
Adolf! Zeig again! Anyone getting down to hanging off the world in the underbelly gets treated like that. Boris Johnson, dearie me! Have we sunk to that? Of course! No help at all, apart from to himself! Hotboy
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