This is all old stuff you can find more about in past posts.
I’ve got to stick with learning animation software.
I might get carried away and make my moth fly exactly like this. I mean, scan it in completely, so she duplicates these moves.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCQoRpStF4M
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I started entertaining the idea that items around me weren’t items anymore, at least when I’m not looking. And how would I know or anyone if definitions aren’t given to focus.
A couple items from my world morphed after another with a gesture more so like “you know so you’re good to go” type vibe. I see Faces everywhere even with focus (but without definition) i might have cracked the thing producing definition from detail. Or maybe I found an ally doing the really weird stuff i do.
I started doing lots of running man even for fun especially when tired under my bed sheets. AP feels really loose and im really loving the feel of being in total unknown, i think ill make it last more and more.
A noticiable change in my behavior is my calm response to tyrants and sudden SK downloads.
(Where am i on the j curve?)
I promise its not a book deal
You need to scoop a puff onto your pouch to be at the green line.
It’s expected you’ll have to turn your head.
If we had any other criteria, the place would fall apart from pretending.
There might in fact be other signs, but no beginner is qualified to figure those out.
We’d need to see dozens make it to the orange zone, and obviously so, then explain some alternate they consider “proof of green”, and need some agreement among quite a few.
People are constantly trying to eat this place alive with pretending.
Leaving out little details, such as they were high at the time.
Now, that doesn’t apply to women. If they think they did something important, than they did.
Here’s an observation on “the Guru Effect”.
Based on my own experience, watching what happened to people in private classes, hearing about possible “magic” out there from hundreds of people looking for me and knowing I want to see some ( and finding none), and what’s kind of obvious if you think about it, after reading posts in here a while.
Beginners want attention, not results.
At least 99 out of 100.
The remaining 1 wants results but out of 5 of those, 4 will switch over to attention seeking mostly, when they find out how difficult darkroom is.
So 499 out of 500 are motivated to lie.
One easy way to get "promoted’, which in here means nothing, but in other systems it can mean official recognition and your own franchise, is to lie about your guru.
Build him up!
He’s a fraud anyway. So he makes a living off “being built up”.
Loves someone to lie about him, as long as the lie is well told, and within range of what he’s been claiming.
So a guru can take pitiful hindu magic, just crummy green line effects, and his followers will exaggerate that into something astonishing.
In order to get promoted.
Pretty soon you have a “sacred scroll” telling what the amazing guru can do, but if you posted that in here it would be an “interesting” beginners experience, but mostly delusional.
And not worth paying much attention to.
Especially since Gurus sit with eyes closed, so they’re already impotent and prone to dozing off and misrepresenting a dream as a “vision”.
When they just took a quick nap out of boredom, they claim it’s amazing magic.
It kind of explains why the Buddha’s “amazing” meditation skills, from the Fire Kasina text, are obvious beginners level in here.
And delusional too.
While, the followers believe it’s astonishing talent that makes him above everyone else. That false belief spreaded world wide, and you can’t even point out the obvious.
It’s nonsense.
Same happened with Milarepa. Rank beginners experiences with a heavy dose of egotistical delusion.
But Milarepa is renowned worldwide.
Because his “followers” want promotion.
Unfortunately once you have millions of followers making up stuff it’s next to impossible to point out, what the guru did is not really even worth mentioning.
Right thank you, I’ll try puffs its a keeper.
That would be cool if I encountered an IOB at some point. How does one communicate with an IOB? Do you talk normally with your vocal chords or is it more intuitive?
That moth video was made right here in NC! Is synchronicity a thing here?
Search for “Allies and Inorganic Beings”. It’s a post that talks specifically about it
From the books. Little Smoke (most likely) takes the form of a coyote (and maybe the beetle was Minx), to help Carlos “Stop the world”.
Little Smoke helped me the first time, as a moth.
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I experienced a shiver. The beetle and I were not that different after all. Death, like a shadow, was stalking both of us from behind the boulder. I had an extraordinary moment of elation. The beetle and I were on a par. Neither of us was better than the other. Our death made us equal.
My elation and joy were so overwhelming that I began to weep. Don Juan was right. He had always been right. I was living in a most mysterious world, and like everyone else, I was a most mysterious being; and yet I was no more important than a beetle.
I wiped my eyes, and as I rubbed them with the back of my hand, I saw a man; or something which had the shape of a man. It was to my right about fifty yards. I sat up straight, and strained to see. The sun was almost on the horizon, and its yellowish glow prevented me from getting a clear view. I heard a peculiar roar at that moment. It was like the sound of a distant jet plane. As I focused my attention on it, the roar increased to a prolonged sharp metallic whizzing, and then it softened until it was a mesmerizing, melodious sound. The melody was like the vibration of an electrical current.
The image that came to my mind was that two electrified spheres were coming together; or two square blocks of electrified metal were rubbing against each other, and then coming to rest with a thump when they were perfectly levelled with each other.
I again strained to see if I could distinguish the person that seemed to be hiding from me, but I could only detect a dark shape against the bushes. I shielded my eyes by placing my hands above them. The brilliancy of the sunlight changed at that moment, and then I realized that what I was seeing was only an optical illusion; a play of shadows and foliage.
I moved my eyes away, and I saw a coyote calmly trotting across the field. The coyote was around the spot where I thought I had seen the man. It moved about fifty yards in a southerly direction, and then it stopped, turned, and began walking towards me.
I yelled a couple of times to scare it away, but it kept on coming. I had a moment of apprehension. I thought that it might be rabid, and I even considered gathering some rocks to defend myself in case of an attack.
When the animal was ten to fifteen feet away I noticed that it was not agitated in any way; on the contrary, it seemed calm and unafraid. It slowed down its gait, coming to a halt barely four or five feet from me. We looked at each other, and then the coyote came even closer.
Its brown eyes were friendly and clear. I sat down on the rocks and the coyote stood almost touching me. I was dumbfounded. I had never seen a wild coyote that close, and the only thing that occurred to me at that moment was to talk to it.
I began as one would talk to a friendly dog. And then I thought that the coyote ‘talked’ back to me. I had the absolute certainty that it had said something. I felt confused, but I did not have time to ponder upon my feelings, because the coyote talked again.
It was not that the animal was voicing words the way I am accustomed to hearing words being voiced by human beings. It was rather a feeling that it was talking, but it was not like a feeling that one has when a pet seems to communicate with its master either.
The coyote actually said something. It relayed a thought and that communication came out in something quite similar to a sentence. I had said, “How are you, little coyote?”
I thought I had heard the animal respond, “I’m all right, and you?” Then the coyote repeated the sentence and I jumped to my feet.
The animal did not make a single movement. It was not even startled by my sudden jump. Its eyes were still friendly and clear. It lay down on its stomach and tilted its head and asked, “Why are you afraid?”
I sat down facing it, and I carried on the weirdest conversation I had ever had. Finally it asked me what I was doing there, and I said I had come there to stop the world.
The coyote said, “Que bueno!” and then I realized that it was a bilingual coyote. The nouns and verbs of its sentences were in English, but the conjunctions and exclamations were in Spanish. The thought crossed my mind that I was in the presence of a Chicano coyote. I began to laugh at the absurdity of it all, and I laughed so hard that I became almost hysterical.
Then the full weight of the impossibility of what was happening struck me and my mind wobbled. The coyote stood up and our eyes met. I stared fixedly into them. I felt they were pulling me and suddenly the animal became iridescent. It began to glow.
It was as if my mind were replaying the memory of another event that had taken place ten years before when under the influence of peyote I witnessed the metamorphosis of an ordinary dog into an unforgettable iridescent being. It was as though the coyote had triggered the recollection, and the memory of that previous event was summoned and became superimposed on the coyote’s shape. The coyote was a fluid, liquid, luminous being. Its luminosity was dazzling.
I wanted to cover my eyes with my hands to protect them, but I could not move. The luminous being touched me in some undefined part of myself, and my body experienced such an exquisite indescribable warmth and well-being that it was as if the touch had made me explode. I became transfixed. I could not feel my feet, or my legs, or any part of my body; yet something was sustaining me erect.
I have no idea how long I stayed in that position. In the meantime, the luminous coyote and the hilltop where I stood melted away. I had no thoughts or feelings. Everything had been turned off, and I was floating freely.
…
Don Juan was alone in the house when I arrived the next morning. I asked him about don Genaro, and he said that he was somewhere in the vicinity running an errand. I immediately began to narrate to him the extraordinary experiences I had had. He listened with obvious interest.
“You have simply stopped the world,” he commented after I had finished my account.
We remained silent for a moment, and then don Juan said that I had to thank don Genaro for helping me. He seemed to be unusually pleased with me. He patted my back repeatedly and chuckled.
“But it is inconceivable that a coyote could talk,” I said.
“It wasn’t talk,” don Juan replied.
“What was it then?”
“Your body understood for the first time. But you failed to recognize that it was not a coyote to begin with, and that it certainly was not talking the way you and I talk.”
“But the coyote really talked, don Juan!”
“Now look who is talking like an idiot. After all these years of learning, you should know better. Yesterday you stopped the world and you might have even seen. A magical being told you something, and your body was capable of understanding it because the world had collapsed.”
It’s common.
Intent trying to steer the flow of awareness.
I’m not sure why, but “The Spirit” likes our path a bit more than others.
Maybe to “perpetuate” awareness?
