Samadhi realization.

Google search is such a good friend! Every time I need an answer to something, it's right there to offer guidance, and expects nothing in return. Amazingly, it is google above every human I've known to which I have complete faith. You can't trust in humanity, and we are not on Soror, (a distanced planet), so we gotta make due.

Seeking relief from a disturbing emotional state.... a state I considered one of “suffering” I asked the universe to provide some answer to why I was feeling this way, and what was happening to me. I asked the Tarot, astrology, and God without response. The answer finally came in the form of a whisper speak from my angels. (I could say that a tremendous energy enveloped my body, and a true peace was absorbed into my essense, but I'm thinking the angels are an easier explanation.) While the answer completely ended my “suffering” so to speak at the time, it also provided an experience, a realization of an aspect of the nature of understanding itself. That is understanding ends suffering. The more comprehensive the understanding, the greater its impact on a persons life.

In pondering this, I recalled a quote that I had read and remembered from so many years ago that is directly related to this. Finding it through my trusty Google search, I discovered it was attributed to the philosopher Spinoza. Interestingly, although I had read it many times, I had not realized before what it had truly meant. Here it is:

“Emotion, which is suffering, ceases to be suffering as soon as we form a clear and precise picture of it.”

The statement “…a clear and precise picture of it” is a way of describing a mode of understanding or knowing, or for all intensive purposes, of knowledge itself.


Now, I have been accused of over analysing things, and taking too much time to find answers to things that to others means absolutely nothing, but this was one of those philosophical moments that realy got me thinking. I suffer, because I do not understand the reason, the why and wherefore of my condition, my suffering. The why I am feeling and experiencing what can only be assumed to be the "human condition".

Culturally, it appears that instead of seeking to discover, to understand the nature of our suffering, our unhappiness and the feelings and behavior we are responsible for, we tend to quickly label the emotional suffering as something bad, wrong, problematic and so forth as disease, as something to be cured, treated, medicalized. In effect, to be gotten rid of as quickly as possible.

Understanding is obviously power. Knowledge is power. I've spent the last few days trying to figure it all out, and descided that I am going back to get a degree in Phsychology. It's always been in the back of my mind, right from the time I was in limbo from high school that it was the ideal position for me then, and i never did listen to the school quack when I was advised that I was ideal for phsychology.

Sure wish I'd had this moment of understanding 15 years ago, before I tried to fill the empty spaces in my consciousness with meaningless love affairs, go nowhere jobs, pharmaceuticals and relationships with people who's only thoughts were of themselves, and how I coukd help better thier lives.

While difficult to put into words what I am trying to convey, a Sufi sage puts it this way...
“In the transcendental dimension of consciousness, one is seeing the cause behind the cause and the purpose behind the purpose. It is reaching beyond the world of causes until you reach a place where there is just the meaningfulness behind the whole universe, without any consciousness of the universe. It’s like that state which is mentioned in the sequel of Life after Life, where the people returning from a clinical death get to such a state of omniscience that there are no facts to understand: there’s just an understanding of understanding. This very high degree of realization is what is called samadhi.”
(Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan, Retreat Manual of the Sufi Order, P I-31)

Once again, Google didn't let me down.

Love this song!

Pussywillows and roses....

Feeling a bit nostalgic today... Realized that I'm becoming more of a travelling gypsy than I ever thought possible.

I have listened to this music since childhood and just had to post them....

Holy Hanna I should NEVER smoke mary!

My new book is coming based on what to eat throughout the day, based on the senses, and aromatheropy.
Cooked meals to entice your lover.
Based on the belief systms of a 20th century woman...
Using 21st century spices, etc.
Then, I could break down astrologically to change a mindset, utilize the strategic placement over the city of Calgary....
This was when I descided to write on my blog.
Just what the hell did that girlfriend of mine just put in that pipe?
Damn her! Love you!

Girls will be Girls...

I've had it! Totally, completely, 100 percent had enough, HAD IT!
I've been following this blog for sometime at this site; sasstrology.com. For some reason or another, when I'd posted a comment, oh, perhaps a year ago, I was signed up to get followups from the site. It is out of control now. I get 3-8 comments a day, from these girls who've been snowballed by a Taurus.

Lacking confidence, destroyed self-esteem, Crazy in love with a Taurean male. Meh.
Did you settle that Karmic debt yet girls?!

Uhum.

So today I decided is the day I let them all in on a little secret. Don't give your heart to a Taurus. Simple, uncomplicated answer to a rather ongoing issue in all these girls minds. One girl asks, "If I back off from a Taurus man, will he want me more?" Another, "Should I chase him? They can be hard to get." Oh boy.
My answer to them was pretty abrupt and to the point, but really, if they really understood any mans mind, would they not just completely give up?! Wear a Habit? Buy a toy for every day of the year? (Oh wait, I know someone like that!)

That is my two sense anyway.

Not much else going on. Girlfriend with the sallow hubby is seeing boytoy '24' (referring to his age!). Go, go, Cougar, go! That's pretty much all, except my latest fascination with web development. That, and this crazy word I've got in my head from a video I saw some time back. "Booyaa". hehe

Systems... Mostly Operational.

Been a few days since I last wrote on here. First piece of news, no I didn't land the job, so I did not buy my new set of curlers.
That in itself wouldn't necessarily be a big thing, but if one could see my hair...
I'm starting to look like a saggy bush monkey on crack. Ok, time to put my glasses on.

much better.

So, my girlfriend and I were thinking about capitalizing on the stupidity of her husband. He refuses to have sex with her, going to every length to avoid it, actually, and she is beside herself tryin to figure out why. He had a vasectomy! He purposely goes days without batheing or brushing his teeth so that his filthiness causes her to become revolted and digusted with his cleanliness standards. She refuses contact of any kind, so he wins. Bugger!

He texts her on her cell, telling her, "find a boyfriend"! So, like any friend would, today, I gave her an out. I know it's terrible, right?! I sent her a text saying,"so tonight we're going out to find you a man, huh?! nudge, nudge, wink, wink". to which she immediately replied. "Thanks". Ok, so maybe I'm a bit of an overthinker, but my instincts told me that she'd shown this message to her hubby.

She texted me again saying she's out on a date. Ugh. Now I have no ethics? It kinda makes me wonder just when the hell it was that I lost my ETHIIIICS!!

I've always believed in honesty in relationships. I've always believed that with communication and compromise, if there is love, all things can be resolved. there is always a but, huh?! BUT I had this visual (out of body experience feeling),of tartar build up, body odour, the putrid hot boxing this lovely lady has endured, and well, I lost it.

He had mentioned in front of others that any man can have her for a case of beer. He doesn't care who she chats with online. Has no interest in her whatsoever. So, what I proposed was we create a blog for her. Always enterprising, I suggested a p.o. box where donations can be made to her to leave the hubby. Beautiful girl, bit of a nympho, likes younger guys. She'd be a catch. With one tiny exception. ok, four actually. She has four little bundles of joy.

So, this gave me the idea to write it down on my blog.
I forget the domain name we came up with, but it was cute.
Maybe some day we'll devise the ultimate business idea to make her rich, and get her into a happier situation. One where a little nookie is involved, and she isn't staying with an abusive man, just because they have kids together.

Oh dear.

Old fashioned values, new technology.

I am getting ready for an interview for a position that'll take me away from contracting, but these days, having steady employment and cash in ones pocket is a little more important than having fun.

So I put curlers in one side of my head because the roller set I bought isn't large enough to cover my whole head at once. Would be nice to afford another set...
I was thinking today I am landing a job, and just might reward myself for landing it with a new set of rollers.

Here I go! :)