It's just life

Communism? Haha, where did that come from?

You don't need all of them - singing and dancing alone would definitely save the planet. Too bad almost everybody is too *afraid* to do it sober, much less without any inhibitions whatsoever. Which is more or less the root of all conflict right there.

Do you have more stuff up there where the sun doesn't shine, Hefa? :-)

I don't know enough about the climate to comment on global warming. Don't get me wrong - singing and dancing are not the point, it's the fear that's the point. The fear that stops us from singing and dancing is an expression of the primordial fear of death that most of us experience. In this case the problem is ego death - that is, looking silly to other people. There are few things people fear more than losing face. I once read a US survey that rated fear of public speaking higher than fear of death. But they're really the same. All fear is fear of death.

We protect our self-deceptions with our lives and spend our days in a hall of mirrors (those funny ones that change your perception of reality). Then we build identities based not on what we CAN do, but what we CANNOT do (because we sure look nasty in those mirrors!) and then we conjure up excuses that we just don't have it in us. So we accept a life of mediocrity while our soul is screaming for release inside.

Most of us are miserable because we don't live the life that we have been dreaming of. And then life becomes nothing but running on that cute little wheel that hamsters use in a perpetual attempt at fleeing from the truth. But deep down, we know that whatever ideas we have been served - ultimate happiness at the hand of a fundamentalist God, understanding of the physical laws of the universe, becoming an elite sportsman, finding the ultimate lover or achieving great financial wealth - are hollow. This fundamental despair in the face of a life that is anything but what we want it to be - and the ever increasing struggle of trying to squeeze joy out of something which doesn't contain it - is expressed as the fear of dancing and singing - or for some perhaps as a never-ending race after material luxuries - and as world wars. They're just levels of the same fundamental inner confusion and fear that most of us spend our lives imprisoned by. Conflict is nothing but a pressure valve for our inability to live up to our own potential. That potential is infinite joy, freedom, love and wisdom.

Don't you agree, Hefa?

No, you're not full of shit. You're just full of opinions.

The fear of death statement was offered for reflection. Leave it be if it doesn't serve you right now.

As for your take on "the dude", that's just ego crap (so yes, a little bit of shit). You're just serving the normal cack that most of us come up with when confronted with someone who encourages us to take responsbility for our lives. We find a way to belittle them to keep our heads firmly planted on the cushion of unlove and irresponsibility.

Being a peace worker doesn't mean that we're single-handedly gonna change the world. That's the kind of thinking that keeps us from taking responsibility again. "Oh, the challenge is too big, I'll just sit on my ass and belittle anyone who dares suggest I can do more!"

NO! To be a true peace worker only means letting go of ego crap and embracing life AS IT IS. As a result we get happy. And in turn, people get inspired. ONE genuinely happy person brings peace to the world. ONE genuinely miserable person brings unlove to the world. Fucking check out Hitler dude, he could've done with some kool katz! And ONE genuinely in-between person - that would be most of us little puppets - leaves the world TOTALLY untouched by his/her presence.

Do we want to leave the world totally untouched by our presence?!?! Do we wanna lie on our deathbed and think "OH CRAP! I didn't even try! I was just bitching and moaning about others' attempts! Fuck, I'm so scared..." This is what this is all about! What can YOU do? What can I do?!?! It's not about what this fucking hipster is doing. That's utter crap. And you know it.

Yes, my friend, the time to be polite is at an end. Our very civilization is under threat. And you know what will seal our fate? Laziness, cynicism, lack of self-appreciation and passing the buck! If you pass the buck today - at this very moment, you're actively working to end human civilization. And I'm not fucking kidding you.

So how does that sound?

Yes, indeed.

There's a cloud of despair descending on humanity because everyone is starting to feel the pointlessness of our lives (nothing but the felt distance between our lived life and our potential) and the inevitability of things coming to an end and. If we can't break through that ILLUSION, it WILL happen. To me, that makes these incredibly exciting times to live in. Some will buckle and go under because of this, some will break open and become towering change-agents in the world.

What happened, Hefa? What caused the change?

Back from the woods. Back to reply to you my good man, hefa. I don't agree that life is at all pointless. It only seems so when we're distracted from our core.

You say the reason you don't agree with me is that you learned to stop worrying and just live. Am I to understand by this that at one point you decided that you couldn't change the world situation and that by recognizing this, you could relax? And that this is making you happy? Maybe I didn't interpret that right, but if that's so, the happiness you speak of isn't rooted in the core of your masculine self.

As a man, we are born to fulfil a purpose, we are indeed born as a sacrifice. Every man is meant to be a hero - and every man WANTS to be a hero (which is why computer games are so popular). The hero legend where the scared boy goes through trials and tribulations, discovers his inner strength and emerges as a powerful man, a true hero is not just a legend. It's a guiding light for our own lives. That's why they became legends in the first place - they reflect a deep yearning in our masculine design. And we all know - deep down - that our lives are rather pointless until we find that purpose. That inner power. Without a purpose, life becomes just "One damned thing after another". And then OF COURSE it seems pointless. Because you haven't discovered your purpose and as such haven't realized your birthright as a man and as a human being.

That's what makes this film worth taking note of. It's full of people who have discovered a purpose, who are living a life in service to their higher aspirations, and not merely to everyday trivialities. And they consider this a time of great opportunity. With a crisis comes an even greater opportunity. They understand this. Most of us live lives where every day is a carbon copy of the previous one. Some days we slip into "what the fuck is the point of all this?" and then we find something to distract ourselves with. Because we are SCARED. But when the purpose emerges, there is something new in every day, some new gift or talent is discovered every day and joy and love emerge as everyday reality. And fear becomes our intimate partner, we take it to bed and passionately fuck it to infinity - just like a hero.

And yes, I REALLY want to see Children of Men - it looks incredible.

I don't know about this Raymond Kurzweil, but his efforts seem rather futile. Surely there's nothing scarier than the concept of eternal life in this very body. That sounds like a fucking nightmare. Life is only precious because it's finite.

Haha, you're right about your observation man! Those things that you mentioned are still essential to me, but I woke up to the reality that I was fleeing from my life when I went on pilgrimage to India in Dec/Jan. It became so apparent that the intellectual models and philosophical frameworks - while essential to my understanding - weren't helping me master my day-to-day existence. I still was afraid to do so many things. I was fleeing into mental-land, observing things from the perspective of "know-it-all" while not really having much to show for myself. And my meditation practice was just reinforcing the process, giving me access to quite blissful and peaceful states of consciousness while hiding out in the comforts and safety of my mind. Suddenly it became dissatisfying.

Life used to be one damn thing after another for me, but gradually a larger pattern has started emerging in which every little thing that happens seems to fit right into a larger design. I prefer it that way. Life is better for me now. And as my reasoning and indeed experience have it that truth = love and joy (after the traumatic transition period), what I must be experiencing is more true than what I did before.

As for that purpose, I think we all have different ones. But I truly do believe that we came here to do something important. For a man - and here I go again - the ultimate purpose is really to conquer death. Death is man's most fearsome adversary and also his crowning glory. I'm back to the all fears are fear of death concept now. The most important thing is that whatever we choose to do grows our personal power, our capacity to open up in love, and our ability to duke it out with the Grim Reaper like a total badass. And whenever we know we must do something, but can't quite build up the balls to do it, then we remind ourselves that this is death in a smaller and easier incarnation. If we can't deal with this one, *actually* dying will tear us apart like the pussywhipped little men that we are. And that just doesn't do it for me.

Haha, you could always go read Ross Jeffries. Or why not David Deida?

Have a nice day, man!