“During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming. We may even dream of interpreting a dream. Only on waking do we know it was a dream. Only after the great awakening will we realize that this is the great dream.”
― Zhuangzi on #War
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Western society is seriously mentally ill. This is why they don't see (amongst many other truths) that Bitcoin is the compassionate choice.
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I cut a staff in a churchyard copse,
I clad myself in ragged things,
I set a feather in my cap
That fell out of an angel’s wings.
I filled my wallet with white stones,
I took three foxgloves in my hand,
I slung my shoes across my back,
And so I went to fairyland.
But lo, within that ancient place
Science had reared her iron crown,
And the great cloud of steam went up
That telleth where she takes a town.
But cowled with smoke and starred with lamps,
That strange land’s light was still its own;
The word that witched the woods and hills
Spoke in the iron and the stone.
Not Nature’s hand had ever curved
That mute unearthly porter’s spine.
Like sleeping dragon’s sudden eyes
The signals leered along the line.
The chimneys thronging crooked or straight
Were fingers signalling the sky;
The dog that strayed across the street
Seemed four-legged by monstrosity.
‘In vain,’ I cried, ‘though you too touch
The new time’s desecrating hand,
Through all the noises of a town
I hear the heart of fairyland.’
I read the name above a door,
Then through my spirit pealed and passed:
‘This is the town of thine own home,
And thou hast looked on it at last.’
Modern Elfland by GK Chesterton
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If I had to write a story
Of the greatest love in time
I would have to sing of You
How I'm this branch and You're the vine
Love Thy Neighbor
Why Bitcoin is good for your soul.
If the world is falling to pieces, it isn’t because we’ve run out of money, or space, or matter - it’s because we have run out of Love.
Within the infinitude of suffering, lost causes, and hopelessness that embeds our human experience - the remedy can only be more, not less - love.
In the Western world, (I cannot speak for the east) we keep running into this limit, we can seemingly overcome any challenge, but we are rapidly running out of steam.
We demand people adopt our Hebreic/Christian moral system, and we are eternally puzzled by the chaos that erupts all around us.
We have succeeded in our crusading only by virtue of our superior use of violence and technological prowess, we have beaten the world down over hundreds of years into submission. Being all the while oblivious to the example we are setting. We are quite unconscious that we are giving the world a lesson in how to get what you want, you use force.
What we call ‘democracy’ is merely a front for subjugating entire people groups that we consider different from ourselves. Since it has become unfashionable for unbridled blood-shed (or perhaps not so unfashionable lately) we use another kind of violence.
We send in the IMF to lend you money, in a system of fascistic monopoly that we have designed to take your energy whether that be land, resources or food, and put it in our storehouses.
We get our sense of moral superiority from the Bible, though we don’t admit it. Even the post modernists and left wing ‘radicals’ are seeking the moral high ground, only because we have been brainwashed into thinking that the UniVerse is a celestial monarchy, with a very defined moral framework of right and wrong, punishment and reward.. We also believe we are separate from each other and naturally free from the consequences of violence - but we’re not.
We Are One. To those of you who know this, or know that you know - I need not explain. To those who don’t know - you cannot be shown with words.
The thing that I speak of is the power behind Bitcoin, and all good things. It’s the glowing feeling we get when we recognise a friend. We could call it love - or passion. Satoshi could have used his talents to benefit himself, maybe joined wall street, and amassed yachts and houses and material wealth - but instead he chose to fix our money. This was a relatively thankless task - until he left us. We can see his actions as echoes of our friend Jesus - when he said that ‘greater love hath no man, than he lay down his life for his friends’.
I believe that what our community needs now more than ever is more positive intention and love. This isn’t just new age nonsense, but a very real substance that improves our world that is often left out of our Western physicalist worldview.
The Global Consciousness Project, funded by the Institute of noetic Sciences conducted many experiments showing that meditative intent can affect the output of random number generators, even when the target is ten years in the past. Quantum physics is not witchcraft, but is lifting the veil on the primary substance of our UniVerse - that we are in a mental or consciousness construct - as opposed to a material realm.
What has this got to do with Bitcoin? It’s simple. Bitcoin success isn’t based on it’s mathematical merits - but on the faith (or positive intention) of it’s HODLers.
If you take anything away from this post, take courage - and remember - all we need to do is stay positive, and we will change our world from the system we don’t want - to a fair and equitable realm that is enriched and enchanted with joy, freedom and prosperity for all.
I would like to thank @Jeff Booth for opening my eyes to the ideas that I have here presented, thanks everyone
Luke (Bitcoin Mystic)
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The world is ours till sunset,
Holly and fire and snow;
And the name of our dead brother
Who loved us long ago.
The grown folk mighty and cunning,
They write his name in gold;
But we can tell a little
Of the million tales he told.
He taught them laws and watchwords,
To preach and struggle and pray;
But he taught us deep in the hayfield
The games that the angels play.
Had he stayed here for ever,
Their world would be wise as ours —
And the king be cutting capers,
And the priest be picking flowers.
But the dark day came: they gathered:
On their faces we could see
They had taken and slain our brother,
And hanged him on a tree.
GK Chesterton - The Song of the Children
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Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood.
Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey;
He said, "I would not go back if I could,
It's all so jolly and funny."
He sang, "This wood is all my own,
Apples and cherries, roses and honey;
So here I'll sit, like a king on my throne,
All so jolly and funny."
A little snake crept out of the tree,
Apples and cherries, roses and honey;
"Lie down at my feet, little snake," said he,
All so jolly and funny.
A little bird sang in the tree overhead,
Apples and cherries, roses and honey;
"Come and sing your song on my finger instead,
All so jolly and funny."
The snake coiled up; and the bird flew down,
And sang him the song of Birdie Brown.
Little Boy Blue found it tiresome to sit,
And he thought he had better walk on a bit.
So up he got, his way to take,
And he said, "Come along, little bird and snake."
And waves of snake o'er the damp leaves passed,
And the snake went first and Birdie Brown last;
By Boy Blue's head, with flutter and dart,
Flew Birdie Brown with its song in its heart.
He came where the apples grew red and sweet:
"Tree, drop me an apple down at my feet."
He came where the cherries hung plump and red:
"Come to my mouth, sweet kisses," he said.
And the boughs bow down, and the apples they dapple
The grass, too many for him to grapple.
And the cheeriest cherries, with never a miss,
Fall to his mouth, each a full-grown kiss.
He met a little brook singing a song.
He said, "Little brook, you are going wrong.
"You must follow me, follow me, follow, I say
Do as I tell you, and come this way."
And the song-singing, sing-songing forest brook
Leaped from its bed and after him took,
Followed him, followed. And pale and wan,
The dead leaves rustled as the water ran.
And every bird high up on the bough,
And every creature low down below,
He called, and the creatures obeyed the call,
Took their legs and their wings and followed him all;
Squirrels that carried their tails like a sack,
Each on his own little humpy brown back;
Householder snails, and slugs all tails,
And butterflies, flutterbies, ships all sails;
And weasels, and ousels, and mice, and larks,
And owls, and rere-mice, and harkydarks,
All went running, and creeping, and flowing,
After the merry boy fluttering and going;
The dappled fawns fawning, the fallow-deer following,
The swallows and flies, flying and swallowing;
Cockchafers, henchafers, cockioli-birds,
Cockroaches, henroaches, cuckoos in herds.
The spider forgot and followed him spinning,
And lost all his thread from end to beginning.
The gay wasp forgot his rings and his waist,
He never had made such undignified haste.
The dragon-flies melted to mist with their hurrying.
The mole in his moleskins left his barrowing burrowing.
The bees went buzzing, so busy and beesy,
And the midges in columns so upright and easy.
But Little Boy Blue was not content,
Calling for followers still as he went,
Blowing his horn, and beating his drum,
And crying aloud, "Come all of you, come!"
He said to the shadows, "Come after me;"
And the shadows began to flicker and flee,
And they flew through the wood all flattering and fluttering,
Over the dead leaves flickering and muttering.
And he said to the wind, "Come, follow; come, follow,
With whistle and pipe, and rustle and hollo."
And the wind wound round at his desire,
As if he had been the gold cock on the spire.
And the cock itself flew down from the church,
And left the farmers all in the lurch.
They run and they fly, they creep and they come,
Everything, everything, all and some.
The very trees they tugged at their roots,
Only their feet were too fast in their boots,
After him leaning and straining and bending,
As on through their boles he kept walking and wending,
Till out of the wood he burst on a lea,
Shouting and calling, "Come after me!"
And then they rose up with a leafy hiss,
And stood as if nothing had been amiss.
Little Boy Blue sat down on a stone,
And the creatures came round him every one.
And he said to the clouds, "I want you there."
And down they sank through the thin blue air.
And he said to the sunset far in the West,
"Come here; I want you; I know best."
And the sunset came and stood up on the wold,
And burned and glowed in purple and gold.
Then Little Boy Blue began to ponder:
"What's to be done with them all, I wonder."
Then Little Boy Blue, he said, quite low,
"What to do with you all I am sure I don't know."
Then the clouds clodded down till dismal it grew;
The snake sneaked close; round Birdie Brown flew;
The brook sat up like a snake on its tail;
And the wind came up with a what-will-you wail;
And all the creatures sat and stared;
The mole opened his very eyes and glared;
And for rats and bats and the world and his wife,
Little Boy Blue was afraid of his life.
Then Birdie Brown began to sing,
And what he sang was the very thing:
"You have brought us all hither, Little Boy Blue,
Pray what do you want us all to do?"
"Go away! go away!" said Little Boy Blue;
"I'm sure I don't want you -- get away -- do."
"No, no; no, no; no, yes, and no, no,"
Sang Birdie Brown, "it mustn't be so.
"We cannot for nothing come here, and away.
Give us some work, or else we stay."
"Oh dear! and oh dear!" with sob and with sigh,
Said Little Boy Blue, and began to cry.
But before he got far, he thought of a thing;
And up he stood, and spoke like a king.
"Why do you hustle and jostle and bother?
Off with you all! Take me back to my mother."
The sunset stood at the gates of the west.
"Follow me, follow me" came from Birdie Brown's breast.
"I am going that way as fast as I can,"
Said the brook, as it sank and turned and ran.
Back to the woods fled the shadows like ghosts:
"If we stay, we shall all be missed from our posts."
Said the wind with a voice that had changed its cheer,
"I was just going there, when you brought me here."
"That's where I live," said the sack-backed squirrel,
And he turned his sack with a swing and a swirl.
Said the cock of the spire, "His father's churchwarden."
Said the brook running faster, "I run through his garden."
Said the mole, "Two hundred worms -- there I caught 'em
Last year, and I'm going again next autumn."
Said they all, "If that's where you want us to steer for,
What in earth or in water did you bring us here for?"
"Never you mind," said Little Boy Blue;
"That's what I tell you. If that you won't do,
"I'll get up at once, and go home without you.
I think I will; I begin to doubt you."
He rose; and up rose the snake on its tail,
And hissed three times, half a hiss, half a wail.
Little Boy Blue he tried to go past him;
But wherever he turned, sat the snake and faced him.
"If you don't get out of my way," he said,
"I tell you, snake, I will break your head."
The snake he neither would go nor come;
So he hit him hard with the stick of his drum.
The snake fell down as if he were dead,
And Little Boy Blue set his foot on his head.
And all the creatures they marched before him,
And marshalled him home with a high cockolorum.
And Birdie Brown sang Twirrrr twitter twirrrr twee --
Apples and cherries, roses and honey;
Little Boy Blue has listened to me --
All so jolly and funny.
George MacDonald
All at once, without warning of any kind, I found myself wrapped in a flame-colored cloud. For an instant I thought of fire, an immense conflagration somewhere close by in that great city. The next, I knew that the fire was within myself.
Directly afterward there came upon me a sense of exultation, of immense joyousness accompanied or immediately followed by an intellectual illumination impossible to describe. Among other things, I did not merely come to believe, but I saw that the universe is not composed of dead matter, but is, on the contrary, a living Presence; I became conscious in myself of eternal life. It was not a conviction that I would have eternal life, but a consciousness that I possessed eternal life then.
I saw that all men are immortal; that the cosmic order is such that without any peradventure, all things work together for the good of each and all; that the foundation principle of the world, of all the worlds, is what we call love, and that the happiness of each and all is in the long run absolutely certain.
The vision lasted a few seconds and was gone; but the memory of it and the sense of the reality of what it taught has remained during the quarter of a century which has since elapsed.
Richard Bucke
1872
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You can't get out of Now
It is the flowing of the Tao
There is no need to relax
There is only Now and you can't escape the flow
You can't get out of Now, and you never will
Now realise that Now is the same thing as Tao, or the presence of God, so there's no need to get with it, because you can't get out of it!
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The man of character lives at home without exercising his mind and performs actions without worry.
The notions of right and wrong and the praise and blame of others do not disturb him.
When within the four seas all people can enjoy themselves, that is happiness for him.
When all people are well provided, that is peace for him.
Sorrowful in countenance, he looks like a baby who has lost its mother. Appearing stupid, he goes about like one who has lost his way.
He has plenty of money to spend and does not know where it comes from. He drinks and eats just enough and does not know where the food comes from.
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The Self Unending.
Are you a person? A soul encased in a physical human organism? I do not think so.
Have you been searching for something? God? Nirvana? Happiness? Fulfillment?
All of those things are merely a hallucination. They are a miss-framing of reality.
By seeking those things you are putting the answer outside of your reach. You are casting an impenetrable chasm between you and the destination.
You are not your ego
You are not a person.
You are not separate.
Do you believe that you are separate? It's encoded in our language!
Get a hold of yourself (the separate person getting hold of and the separate self!)
Pull yourself together (the puller and the pulled)
The endless search for enlightenment is the same as the snake that chases its own tail.
You are the snake, you are chasing enlightenment, or God. But if you could see a little further out of the narrow field of our conscious awareness - you would see the God you chase is connected to something, in fact it's part of you. Just like the snake, as you chase the thing, it moves away from you in equal proportion to the effort of the seeker.
You are the God that you are chasing, so therefore - the only way to find the Self, is to understand that you cannot find it, You are that! Tvat Vam Asi, As said by the great philosopher Lao Tzu over 2600 years ago
“The Tao is like a well:
used but never used up.
It is like the eternal void:
filled with infinite possibilities.”
You do not need enlightening
You need to liberate yourself from the hallucination of separateness from Brahman that you have been fooled into believing.
Look at this question from another point of view.
Can you look into your own eye?
Can you touch your hand with that same hand?
In the same way,
just as fire can't burn itself
A knife can't cut itself
Light can’t illuminate itself
You cannot know yourself!
Why? Because you are infinite!
Quantum entanglement studies have shown, that there are no separate physical atoms in the UniVerse - there are only wave events - or patterns. Atoms are 99.9999 recurring - empty space.
What is space? Space is merely the background to the foreground, the page to the inkscape, the sheet to the notations - the silence to the music.
The ground you are standing on, it’s not really there. The table and chairs you are using at this very minute - do not physically exist.
Lay your hand on your table. Feel the wood beneath your hand. Did you just touch the table? Did you really? Quantum physics tells us that you did not. There was no physical touching, there was only electron disbursement between the electrons in your hand, and the electrons in the table.
So if you are mostly empty space, and you have never touched anything in your entire life, are you really here?
This landscape of ideas I am telling you about can be compressed down to simply - ‘conscious awareness is all that there is.’ Or in the words of Max Planck in 1931….
“I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing, postulates consciousness.”
I suppose the squares might say this is all theoretical hog-wash, and it could never be proven.
This is not true. There is a way to test this. If you could alter your consciousness, and the so called physical world altered too - you would have proven it.
There is a way to do this, LSD is one, Psilocybin, and of course, DMT - take any psychedelic plant and you will see the world start to change. I have taken DMT and seen the ground change into a grid like pattern vortex. Everything becomes very obviously digital. And if you look at another person, or indeed yourself - you might just see something truly fantastic. That you are not a lowly, physical organism, you are Shiva, the Brahman itself. Divine to the nth degree.
This is, of course, why such plants must be kept from the public at all costs. It would not do to have people seeing themselves, and the world, for what it is underneath the veil - only to drop out of the status game in droves…..
If you were an infinite source of information (or patterns) like a wave of musical thoughts.
You would forever be expanding and dividing and multiplying yourself. Otherwise you could not exist.
So if you want to cease the anxiety of your existence - stop identifying with your constricted ego, and realize who and what you really are!
You're an aperture of the universe, seeing itself anew.
And you are infinitely beautiful
Have a look in the mirror, you can see it. You see those wells of infinite beauty.
And realize that you don't need “it”, you are “it”!
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The Tao, or universal energy - is ecstatic and infinite bliss. We can swim against this energy, and drown - or we can choose to swim with the flow and let the Tao carry us.
Every positive thought or word makes our world a better place.
All we have to do is put down the sword, and start acting with love, or not at all. Thank-you Jeff!
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