Ra Samadhi!
Sunday 20:37 p.m.
Suffering is caused by actions and delusions based on ignorance of your own true self. Hmmm? Interesting version. ... caused by desire based on ignorance of your own true self is the usual rendition. But actions and delusions are interesting.
You hear that some masters of ra juju can sit in samadhi for four days. ...
"When we can see, straightforwardly and non-conceptually, the nature of our clear light mind and remain totally absorbed in this nature without ever regressing from it, we have become a buddha." Dalai Lama. The wall.
So you're sitting there in the fabuloso bliss. Hard not to have any actions at all. Breathing is an action. Thinking is an action, of a sort. Thoughts will arise. But all that's minimised. Your eyes are closed because you are in hedonist mode and want to do ra bliss. (N.B. just so long as you know this is clinging and craving, Hotboy. Aye, aye, aye. Fung off!) Then ra bliss takes away most of what you think of as your arms and legs... and everything seems to go thick and liquidly like. You don't want anything... except to maintain this. Or be in this. You may not be thinking too much in terms of jaggy thoughts arising, but you will have a sense of appreciation .... for this is ra bliss gone big again. Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
It can't have gone bigger again! Is this tottie increments which seem sensitively significant? Well, I walk around just like you, Jack. Though my head is not quite as far up my arse. But investigating ra bliss .... flatheids just don't get ra bliss! Wonderment is wonderment. Sometimes the wonderment is arising along with ra bliss. Wonderment is a sweetie. If you don't get it, don't knock it! I can't help that.
So you're sitting there in the fabuloso bliss. It has arisen. It stuck around for a bit. Your legs have gotten sore. You want to move. ... actions and delusions based on ignorance of your own true self. You move, you are not satified. If you were in a state of satisfaction, obviously you would have stayed put. Is every move you make towards better things a symptom of your suffering, when that includes dissatisfaction and frustration; having things you don't want; not having things you do want?
Having a body is a pain in the arse! You don't want to have a body. You've got to move. ... so how do you sit for four days? Are these joes able to maintain their state of mind .. and move? Do yogis ever get deep vein thrombosis?
Is the quest for satisfaction? I think it might be. So you've lost your body in ra bliss. Sometimes thoughts arise. This is a nuisance. They stick to your face and are unbelievable. The gap between the thoughts is the best bit. Bliiiiiiiisssss. So you haven't got any arms and you haven't got any legs and you're in the neither up nor down, bright syruppy light which is neither here nor there. Or anywhere. You could do eons like this. Eons and eons of perfect moments. So that's where you've got to be. ....
And after your mammy left you and your daddy never did like you anyway, which was somewhere between the Big Bang and the Final Dissolution, eventually all there was, and this was way after the black holes leaked out and away, was nothing but a bunch of photons... massless particles, in the neither here nor there, or maybe tomorrow, probably not kind of a place. Is consciousness taking a wee break here? Is it just between thoughts?
Did anyone see the unified theory; the biggie and the wee wee co-joined? Maybe not. Back to the drawing board.
I'd like to get a prize now.
Adrian Weston, the man who is representing my new book, a man of great taste and perspicacity, asked about Light in the Dark (total crap title! Adolf? Heil? Mein Furtherer! Would you like to pick a title?) and Bugtown. So I have emailed these books to him. He may not be able to sell them, but if he reads them, he'll be the first agent to have read both. I really, really tried hard as well.
I pretended they were written by Alison Main and forced kids to read them. But the big, big smiles of kids giving these so big ring-binders back to me .... well, shucks, it was ... being a kidsbook writer would be brilliant. Kids love books. I can stand on my head. I can wear the Australian hat over the jimmy wig, the shades, the false beard. It's a shame I can't yet do this stuff outside the privacy of my own home. Have I got an own home? Karmically ... juju ... balancing up the force ... the Hut Manager must appear! Hurrah, for the Hut Manager!
Suffering is caused by actions and delusions based on ignorance of your own true self. Hmmm? Interesting version. ... caused by desire based on ignorance of your own true self is the usual rendition. But actions and delusions are interesting.
You hear that some masters of ra juju can sit in samadhi for four days. ...
"When we can see, straightforwardly and non-conceptually, the nature of our clear light mind and remain totally absorbed in this nature without ever regressing from it, we have become a buddha." Dalai Lama. The wall.
So you're sitting there in the fabuloso bliss. Hard not to have any actions at all. Breathing is an action. Thinking is an action, of a sort. Thoughts will arise. But all that's minimised. Your eyes are closed because you are in hedonist mode and want to do ra bliss. (N.B. just so long as you know this is clinging and craving, Hotboy. Aye, aye, aye. Fung off!) Then ra bliss takes away most of what you think of as your arms and legs... and everything seems to go thick and liquidly like. You don't want anything... except to maintain this. Or be in this. You may not be thinking too much in terms of jaggy thoughts arising, but you will have a sense of appreciation .... for this is ra bliss gone big again. Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
It can't have gone bigger again! Is this tottie increments which seem sensitively significant? Well, I walk around just like you, Jack. Though my head is not quite as far up my arse. But investigating ra bliss .... flatheids just don't get ra bliss! Wonderment is wonderment. Sometimes the wonderment is arising along with ra bliss. Wonderment is a sweetie. If you don't get it, don't knock it! I can't help that.
So you're sitting there in the fabuloso bliss. It has arisen. It stuck around for a bit. Your legs have gotten sore. You want to move. ... actions and delusions based on ignorance of your own true self. You move, you are not satified. If you were in a state of satisfaction, obviously you would have stayed put. Is every move you make towards better things a symptom of your suffering, when that includes dissatisfaction and frustration; having things you don't want; not having things you do want?
Having a body is a pain in the arse! You don't want to have a body. You've got to move. ... so how do you sit for four days? Are these joes able to maintain their state of mind .. and move? Do yogis ever get deep vein thrombosis?
Is the quest for satisfaction? I think it might be. So you've lost your body in ra bliss. Sometimes thoughts arise. This is a nuisance. They stick to your face and are unbelievable. The gap between the thoughts is the best bit. Bliiiiiiiisssss. So you haven't got any arms and you haven't got any legs and you're in the neither up nor down, bright syruppy light which is neither here nor there. Or anywhere. You could do eons like this. Eons and eons of perfect moments. So that's where you've got to be. ....
And after your mammy left you and your daddy never did like you anyway, which was somewhere between the Big Bang and the Final Dissolution, eventually all there was, and this was way after the black holes leaked out and away, was nothing but a bunch of photons... massless particles, in the neither here nor there, or maybe tomorrow, probably not kind of a place. Is consciousness taking a wee break here? Is it just between thoughts?
Did anyone see the unified theory; the biggie and the wee wee co-joined? Maybe not. Back to the drawing board.
I'd like to get a prize now.
Adrian Weston, the man who is representing my new book, a man of great taste and perspicacity, asked about Light in the Dark (total crap title! Adolf? Heil? Mein Furtherer! Would you like to pick a title?) and Bugtown. So I have emailed these books to him. He may not be able to sell them, but if he reads them, he'll be the first agent to have read both. I really, really tried hard as well.
I pretended they were written by Alison Main and forced kids to read them. But the big, big smiles of kids giving these so big ring-binders back to me .... well, shucks, it was ... being a kidsbook writer would be brilliant. Kids love books. I can stand on my head. I can wear the Australian hat over the jimmy wig, the shades, the false beard. It's a shame I can't yet do this stuff outside the privacy of my own home. Have I got an own home? Karmically ... juju ... balancing up the force ... the Hut Manager must appear! Hurrah, for the Hut Manager!
posted by Hotboy at 8:41 PM
5 Comments:
I like the bit where you refer to thoughts/desire being antithetical to reward. But I gather you did want a literary agent (consciously) and you got it. Did you want it just a little, but not too much? Please explain.
Would also like to know why c*nts are successful and saints suffering. Have several personal examples in mind. Also- compliments that you can spell buddha properly. Not many can.
Hey Hotboy!
I have not been in a blogging mood much lately, but I have missed you.
So, I wanted to come by and tell you hello!
Have a great week!
~xo
Lee Ann: Always nice to hear from you, Lee Ann!
Ion: The start of the post is really just the second noble truth. Anyway, some basturns are successful, but only in the way basturns are successful. I reckon the quality of what your thinking is all that matters really. And if you want the right things, you get sweeties not grief. I guess you have to decide what are the right things to want. Better thoughts? Hotboy
Just now catching up. I don't understand all this post, but it is clearly literary stuff, writer stuff. Were you on something? If so, Cap'n Kev has a whole bag of it he doesn't know what do do with, shall I send him over your side?
Adolf! Zeig! Does Capn Kev fancy doing a bit of hut management once he gets round here? That would help! Hotboy
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