Like a continuation of thought from your Krishnamurti post from yesterday! I must have some subconscious knowledge of this because of the obsessions I've had for the past week in connecting the dots. It's like the universe suddenly gave me the space to create a mosaic whose plan had not before been baked. It reminds me of Victor Hugo's statement that nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come. When that happens, it feels like all the forces in one's life converge to complete that mosaic. So thank you.
This is very interesting. I've often thought that life on earth encompasses some kind of beautiful piece of music where everything contributes to the texture of the performance. Not just the human players, although we, along with other species, can reflect our thoughts back into it. That's why I think AI is a potential issue. It's going to change the tune of our minds and who knows what the music will become?
I leave this morning on a two-week Caribbean adventure (not soon enough to get away from this cold). A close friend and I have been planning this trip for a year. First, a one-week Jazz cruise with a star studded showcase of straightahead jazz icons. Then a week to “recover” in the Grand Bahamas at a lovely condo. (The luxuries of a first-world reality.)
But wait!
Yesterday, my friend told me she cannot go. Yesterday! Not only will she lose thousands of dollars but I will lose her precious company.
About this, one of Joseph Campbell’s *teachers*, Schopenhauer, “concludes that it is as though our lives were the features of the one great dream of a single dreamer in which all the dream characters dream, too; so that everything links to everything else, moved by the one will to life which is the universal will in nature.”
So I will navigate this One Dream alone, doing my best to encounter kindred spirits, and find joy in the journey.
As my life progressed, and I moved away from the forms, structures and programming of my upbringing, I became aware that I had no fucking clue what really was going on and that making plans was an invitation to hear lots of cosmic laughter, and although it took a while longer, I finally concluded that I still didn’t know what the fuck was going on and there was no point in making plans about anything beyond a dinner date, a chess game, an out of state visit to one of my daughter’s and her family, which might or night not happen, but I had to at least try.
As I look back at it all, yes, I see tapestries being woven within tapestries. I see lots of interesting coincidences, which might not have been coincidences at all. I see that when I tired to write fiction, every story was a story within myself. There were no surprises, on mine, to discover parts of me I had lost, forgotten, thrown away, or never even knew where there. I realized in that way, perhaps God and I were somewhat alike, we both created to discover who and what we really are?
Looking back, I see at least eight deep relationships with very different, remarkable women, who somehow opened up something new in me, which had not known was there. They enriched my life, and it was not exactly easy for them being with me, because it was not exactly easy for me being with me either.
81, I ass-u-me my romancing days are over, but what do I know? I’m just a stupid, ornery old man, who has no fucking clue what’s going to happen next.
Joe knows. Thanks for posting. This comment written as I plan the first of a series of one week creative writing, cultural and restorative retreats here in Zihuatanejo, Mexico... as I have been dreaming for more than twenty years.
Follow me @zihuawriter on instagram, and Write in Mexico on Facebook. First retreat is the week of March 17, for 6 to 8 dreamers. This dream vision may also be yours...!
Check out Los Gatos beach, built for royalty and have a cerveza -- Corona for me. Try not to eat salads unwashed with bacteria source of moctezuna’s revenge.
Good old Schopenhauer. I laughed so hard when I read...
“We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness.”
...as right now this feels like the purest of truths.
He also said “It would be better if there were nothing. Since there is more pain than pleasure on earth, every satisfaction is only transitory, creating new desires and new distresses..."
But they are fun though.
Those transitory moments of satisfaction are so much fun. And it's the recognition and appreciation of those fleeting moments that keeps us going. And will keep us going.
Until there is nothing. And nothing it just that... It's nothing.
When you are opened to the transcendent, you become aware of the world through the messages that flow from the unconscious to the human conscious mind. When this happens, one's life is fully governed by the universal Will of the transcendent, which is Spirit (God). As a devoted follower of Joseph Campbell, I stayed on the path that he laid out for those who seek wholeness (enlightenment) and achieved it at the age of ninety-eight years. Schopenhauer did not reach that point in life, as I remember it. If my memory is correct, Joseph Campbell did not reach initiation into union with the divine Spirit. In my Blog, Rose Aglow, I aim to bring understanding of the enlightenment process. as the path to union with Spirit. I like to think of my work as a continuation of the remarkable work begun by Campbell. This requires humility. --not an easy thing to avoid hubris. Suffering is the antidote to self-importance, as mentioned by St. Paul in his letter to the Corinthians (Chapter 12, Verse 7). His words comforted me during the "testing" one undergoes in the enlightenment process. Campbell saw the big picture. I want to carry his light into the future. Thank you for the Wyeth picture. I love it.
Yes, yes, yes. 💜 We (whether unconsciously or consciously) are the creators of our story. We are not just blown about on the breeze at the whim of Life.
The older you get the more you can look back and see "ahhhhh yes that's why I met that person or had that challenging experience."
Yet, there is still beautiful mystery and magic in our novel because we are connected to something more than ourselves. I love this. Thank you.
THE WORLD AS WILL AND IDEA
I sat next to Schopenhauer, the German metaphysician
on the top deck of the bus going from Stockport
via Hyde to Ashton on a Thursday afternoon
when it was raining and offered him a cigarette.
In those days you could still smoke on the top deck.
Arthur believed that we were only phenomenally
distinct from each other and the reality was sympathy.
We lived, not in alienation, but connected.
When the ticket inspector asked to see his ticket
Schopenhauer berated him, as he berated Hegel.
Hegel, Schelling and Fichte. He berated almost
everyone (although he liked Goethe, I think)
We were approaching Woodley if I remember correctly.
The ticket inspector was only doing his job
but when he looked to me for support
I sided more with Arthur. I wish I could explain it.
The will is blind. Blind and striving. Irrational.
Like a continuation of thought from your Krishnamurti post from yesterday! I must have some subconscious knowledge of this because of the obsessions I've had for the past week in connecting the dots. It's like the universe suddenly gave me the space to create a mosaic whose plan had not before been baked. It reminds me of Victor Hugo's statement that nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come. When that happens, it feels like all the forces in one's life converge to complete that mosaic. So thank you.
This is very interesting. I've often thought that life on earth encompasses some kind of beautiful piece of music where everything contributes to the texture of the performance. Not just the human players, although we, along with other species, can reflect our thoughts back into it. That's why I think AI is a potential issue. It's going to change the tune of our minds and who knows what the music will become?
Oh Joe — how you speak to my spirit:
I leave this morning on a two-week Caribbean adventure (not soon enough to get away from this cold). A close friend and I have been planning this trip for a year. First, a one-week Jazz cruise with a star studded showcase of straightahead jazz icons. Then a week to “recover” in the Grand Bahamas at a lovely condo. (The luxuries of a first-world reality.)
But wait!
Yesterday, my friend told me she cannot go. Yesterday! Not only will she lose thousands of dollars but I will lose her precious company.
About this, one of Joseph Campbell’s *teachers*, Schopenhauer, “concludes that it is as though our lives were the features of the one great dream of a single dreamer in which all the dream characters dream, too; so that everything links to everything else, moved by the one will to life which is the universal will in nature.”
So I will navigate this One Dream alone, doing my best to encounter kindred spirits, and find joy in the journey.
May it be so.
To sail over the sea
To discover the dream that continues
Without a friend you’ll meet another
All part of the chain link that binds the. World together.
Again I say, may it be so. Bowing in gratitude.
I'm sure it will turn out that you're better off sailing solo. Say hi to the cats for me.
Fritzie decided 15 minutes before departure to the airport to GO!
💥🔥💥💥❤️🔥💥💥🔥💥
She decided to be comfortable with the fact that she has insurance in the case that disaster should befall her house (burst pipes).
There IS a goddess❣️
Outstanding.....
As my life progressed, and I moved away from the forms, structures and programming of my upbringing, I became aware that I had no fucking clue what really was going on and that making plans was an invitation to hear lots of cosmic laughter, and although it took a while longer, I finally concluded that I still didn’t know what the fuck was going on and there was no point in making plans about anything beyond a dinner date, a chess game, an out of state visit to one of my daughter’s and her family, which might or night not happen, but I had to at least try.
As I look back at it all, yes, I see tapestries being woven within tapestries. I see lots of interesting coincidences, which might not have been coincidences at all. I see that when I tired to write fiction, every story was a story within myself. There were no surprises, on mine, to discover parts of me I had lost, forgotten, thrown away, or never even knew where there. I realized in that way, perhaps God and I were somewhat alike, we both created to discover who and what we really are?
Looking back, I see at least eight deep relationships with very different, remarkable women, who somehow opened up something new in me, which had not known was there. They enriched my life, and it was not exactly easy for them being with me, because it was not exactly easy for me being with me either.
81, I ass-u-me my romancing days are over, but what do I know? I’m just a stupid, ornery old man, who has no fucking clue what’s going to happen next.
This is so beautiful. I don't really mind whether it's true or not. Though I think the artist instinctively believes in the power of serendipity.
"But who is the dreamer?"
Almost sounds like simulation theory. Almost.
Really like this one. Getting close to the providence of God.
Example ”It does not, therefore, depend on human desire or effort, but on God’s mercy.“
Romans 9:16 NIVUK
Joe knows. Thanks for posting. This comment written as I plan the first of a series of one week creative writing, cultural and restorative retreats here in Zihuatanejo, Mexico... as I have been dreaming for more than twenty years.
Follow me @zihuawriter on instagram, and Write in Mexico on Facebook. First retreat is the week of March 17, for 6 to 8 dreamers. This dream vision may also be yours...!
Check out Los Gatos beach, built for royalty and have a cerveza -- Corona for me. Try not to eat salads unwashed with bacteria source of moctezuna’s revenge.
Good old Schopenhauer. I laughed so hard when I read...
“We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness.”
...as right now this feels like the purest of truths.
He also said “It would be better if there were nothing. Since there is more pain than pleasure on earth, every satisfaction is only transitory, creating new desires and new distresses..."
But they are fun though.
Those transitory moments of satisfaction are so much fun. And it's the recognition and appreciation of those fleeting moments that keeps us going. And will keep us going.
Until there is nothing. And nothing it just that... It's nothing.
When you are opened to the transcendent, you become aware of the world through the messages that flow from the unconscious to the human conscious mind. When this happens, one's life is fully governed by the universal Will of the transcendent, which is Spirit (God). As a devoted follower of Joseph Campbell, I stayed on the path that he laid out for those who seek wholeness (enlightenment) and achieved it at the age of ninety-eight years. Schopenhauer did not reach that point in life, as I remember it. If my memory is correct, Joseph Campbell did not reach initiation into union with the divine Spirit. In my Blog, Rose Aglow, I aim to bring understanding of the enlightenment process. as the path to union with Spirit. I like to think of my work as a continuation of the remarkable work begun by Campbell. This requires humility. --not an easy thing to avoid hubris. Suffering is the antidote to self-importance, as mentioned by St. Paul in his letter to the Corinthians (Chapter 12, Verse 7). His words comforted me during the "testing" one undergoes in the enlightenment process. Campbell saw the big picture. I want to carry his light into the future. Thank you for the Wyeth picture. I love it.
Yes, yes, yes. 💜 We (whether unconsciously or consciously) are the creators of our story. We are not just blown about on the breeze at the whim of Life.
The older you get the more you can look back and see "ahhhhh yes that's why I met that person or had that challenging experience."
Yet, there is still beautiful mystery and magic in our novel because we are connected to something more than ourselves. I love this. Thank you.
We might try to acknowledge our interconnectedness more often. I love this.
We are all one. Even, yes, the angels and the devils
Nice post as always
Schopenhauer weiß Bescheid!