A Little Story

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Comment by chance on December 1, 2011 at 2:27pm

reminds me of isolated moments. impossible but delightful exchanges with a playful mindfulness that inhabits everything. its not that reality isnt real- i think sometimes. real is something else entirely. kinda of light every pineal gland is just the lens on a projector, projecting mind; but, not on to a screen- but onto other parts of mind. so the wall is not a wall, it just says , "no" every time i try to walk through it. or, at least, "not yet". had a thought shoveling snow today. along the lines of realness and who is actually there. that, i, the snow, and the shovel were all equally not. it was tedious work. interesting though once i decided i should try to interact with the snow just beyond the notion that it is only to be shoveled. that we were all part of a system. a feedback loop of mind. 

and wouldn't it be funny if this was all a video game. shoveling snow, would anyone play? apparently i would. and i could almost see a consciousness field around the lumped snow, shivering in the cold, waiting to melt.

then, i wasn't working , i was playing. i guess when in read about the yard and the white kitten, it just reminded me about the snow. when you look into an animals eyes you can see a thinker inside. a conscious sentient form. of some type, that wants to interact. and looking at the snow, i could see that look. 

we may not all have jobs and write posts on an electronic fictional interweb of thoughts, but, we all are here interacting. and sharing if we are willing to accept maybe that we do exist, but that we all equally do not exist. its playful and peaceful.

and white snow always seemed like the great eraser of the seasons of time on earth, wiping clean the sins and misguided lives we've lived (in the story, of course). and maybe everytime is a time of renewal.

sorry, if that strayed to much from your post. it is lovely, thanks for your account. i enjoyed it greatly.

Comment by Jene on September 16, 2010 at 12:41pm

Yes it is nice to have "proof". A very long time ago-gosh almost 30 years now-a friend tried to tell me all of this and I thought it was funny. "Yeah sure-that chicken cooking in the oven isn't real-uh huh"...yet I held on to every single word he spoke knowing it was important (such a good friend and a gentle soul who could read me like a book and I never knew how he did it) and that someday I would grok it in fullness. Now I get it!

Comment by Joseph on September 16, 2010 at 12:22pm

It's nice to receive proof in the pudding...I still sail on intuition, exclusively.
Told my guys that they are the figment, and all I heard was "Right. and so are those doggie bones from ten minutes ago."

imagination of figment...