Thursday 8:35 p.m.
I didn't have to do any stuff. Somebody unexpectedly delivered a record player (how retro can you get!), but apart from that it was meditating from 9:15 a.m., making bread, going to the allotment, digging, shadow boxing, bathing, blissing, blissing, and more blissing! Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
Some people come to this bloggy to get insulted. I try not to upset the creatures from outer space (we know you're out there!), Masai warriors, and spam robots other than Jack, but everyone else is fair game, especially the folk looking for hotboys and wet teeshirt competitions. They just drift in from flatheid central.
Conventional buddhisty people might look askance at the way I blog about flatheids, but if it wasn't for flatheids, I'd be in blinking heaven. It's flatheidedness that fungs everything up. I don't want to gain enlightenment for the sake of all sentient flatheids. I want the sentient flatheids to bail moi out. I mean, moi, moi, moi! Anyway, here's a checklist for flatheidedness. See how you score. Flatheids ...
1) ...walk around with their heads stuck up their bottoms and don't even know, or care. For the philosophically minded, flatheids are the ones in the cave looking at the wall and thinking that was all there was. This is Plato, by the way. What a guy! And another cave! Someone turns round at one point and sees the world outside. I can't remember what happens next. He probably turns back to tell the flatheids and they crucify him, or something like that.
2) ... don't realise that Jesus Christ was just another joe, who could walk on water and raise the dead. Why can't they do that? Flatheids completely lack ambition.
3) ... can't sit. This is not an impossible task. You put your flatheid in a room with no seats or couches and they can't sit. They can't sit straight. On the floor, they are immediately uncomfortable. Even on wimpy cushions, they look awkward. We're not talking about running, or jumping here. This is just sitting. Sitting with a straight back. Sitting up. Flatheids can't sit! How pathetic do you want to get?
4) .... sometimes say really stupid things like, "I'll never change." Or, "You haven't changed a bit!" Never get moi saying something like that, unless it's just for fun. Flatheids think they are the same person as the person they used to be. Flatheids, in this respect, will be the same as the first robots, the ones that don't work very well. You can't change. Your batteries can run out. You don't interact. You are not interdependant, in terms of developing consciousness. You are an absolute. An absolute flatheid!
5) .... think they are the same person as they were when they were younger. You're not the same person tomorrow. You're not the same person today. You can't waggle your foot around as the same person even once.
6) ... think they're going to die.
7) .... never think about thinking.
8) .... believe in things.
9) .... especially thoughts! It's what you're thinking that counts, Jack. The kind of thoughts that arise. Would it be better if better thoughts arose? I think it would. Can you do anything about that, Jack? No, you can't because you are a fung flatheid!
10) ... think they know stuff. They don't see the view as partial. They have certainties. This stops them enjoying the world. Be amused! Be very amused!
Well, that's it for flatheids from me tonight, Jack. How did you score? Ten out of ten. Well done!
How's about the spontaneously arising, solitary realising foe destroyer? They say, if there's no juju, and no dharma, and no nothing except medieval torturings all round, then these joes and josephines still arise. It's maybe just one of them human beingy things.
Ionetics thinks she maybe gets some spontaneous intimations of ra bliss, at least! Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
Does anyone just get born and have immediate more or less, (how fortunate that would be!) access to ra bliss? Well, Mozart got born. Of course! Everything is possible if you don't believe in anything. Ra bliss is just arising. Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!