Analysis of a despicable friend

A yuge drift down the river. :slight_smile:

Begs the question …

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  1. The “Views” count suggests about 20 passive readers.

  2. What does “Google Bot” is online mean? An extension to our audience?

  3. Your father, my father, Your son, my son?

  4. Others?

Begs another question …

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Paraphrasing the word “iconic” … social constructs and their attendant proprieties (SCAP)

SCAP was on stage in my conscious mind a lot since your post yesterday. Seems to me SCAP has a significant influence on our thoughts and as a consequence on the words appearing on the screen.

For example the words … “my son” … infers …

  1. ownership … possession

  2. responsibility/accountability

  3. connection … bond

All of the above are consequences of SCAP … the “torrent of human custom”

Begs the question:

Have I failed SCAP? … or … has SCAP failed me?

By what standard standards it failed? Yours? Your sons? Others?

Or some kind of consensus of the above by comparing the above’s most prevelant descriptions? Most everyone gets bogged down here, because they can not get behind it., or past it. Is lime to be more specific here but boinderies are appearntly sustain some kind of blockage , here, I am sridtonf downstream and You too at this time we are seeing some out jogging branch unto which we both could grab a hold , but they may be too brittle and breakable at this point.

It’s possible there were no ‘failures’ … we make judgements based on incomplete information using SCAP as the metric.

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Yeah! … and that’s the beauty of this thread … we’re both trying hard not to get bogged down … let’s sail on by. :slight_smile:

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… or strong enough to get snagged on. :slight_smile:

Moving on …

I’m reminded of a graphic I shared a few monnths ago. The graphic was designed by a young Chinese woman who was studying visual communications at the time. She volunteered to design a graphic to be used as a logo for our new group “Grail Quest Geeks”. The group got off to a great start and just as quickly ‘died’ … seems the individuals involved were afraid to discover the ‘grail’ … ???

The graphic spoke to me today … something new … something I never saw before despite the fact that I have reflected on it … and chatted with others about it … several times.

Previous thoughts about the potential ‘message’ in the graphic:

  1. The yin yang symbol in the center represents the universe/cosmos. Concsiousness emanates from this source.

  2. The rings around the center represent varying degrees of consciousness … sentient beings close to the center, other life forms further from the center.

  3. Gib asked me several months ago about the pebbles … for me … represents consciousness of inorganic matter.

So what’s new today?

The dominant color of the graphic … black … gazing on the color today triggers the thought … we live in the shadow(s) of reality.

Perhaps recognized almost three millennia ago.

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Woke up. With a bad acidnreflex. Had dinner in wine country ansamdwotxj washed down with a bottle of chocolate infused wine .

And woke up its midnight. And saw the posted yong yang posted last night by you.

And thought ofntje rings and the center all concentric black and thought about Arminius for no reason. And the time LSD almost got me.

Saw a Mandala knowing a female goddess was on the center at the end of a long tunnel, bit them it was not a tunnel. but bubbles all bursting and being born and of I tried to look into the bubbles they were all each one of them tony concurrent scenes of reality and they jadnlittle sub spheres inside inside all with other little scenes looking little. but did not venture to enter for fear of the goddess in the very center and I knew I can’t go there and cam not venture to cast a sight there not was forbidden.

It was a block

It’s 6:15 PM here … 2:15 AM in California … hopefully you got back to sleep … posting this for you to munch on with your morning coffee. :slight_smile:

Your post reminds me of what I wrote on February 19th …

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Your midnight experience is an instance of what I was trying to say above.

Mandala is new to me … read a bit on Wiki … seems interesting and relevant … the opening line …

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Mandala as a circle is exciting … the Yin Yang symbol forming a circle. Here is an interesting article that suggests the Yin Yang symbol is an actual rendering of sorts of the universe.

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chinesefortunecalendar.com/yinyang.htm

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Just realized my wife is watching a documentary on the LHC … Hmmm!

home.cern/topics/large-hadron-collider

The presumed goddess in the center is somehow instinctually formes an image. Of is insect like and has many arms it holds the bubbles of a foam like material and its a metaphysical giant being.Can’t look down at it , it is death. It is a block and through which the insects crawl. Then a Kafkaesque feeling overcomes me that the insects won.The Cicada Poems of Meleager of Greece comes here to mind whom the populace revered, which were written around 1 B.C.

The bubbles are not transcendental, they are totally contemporaneous, and their interaction is subtle and formed infinitely. The manifestation of Kali may also play a part in Him so worship, where the mad actions of Siva are contained by Kali. Her blackness and bizarre biting of her protruding tongue are symbolic of her shame when she finds her foot pressing down on his chest.She is the other wife of her consort Siva .

She is represented on Kali Mandala.

My son and Yours

The terrors of the night have left the bad stomach and the seed remains of what the center could look like. An apprehension of the real images of a Jungian type, and unblocking the challenges laying ahead with unwavering and unpretentious clarity, yet Devi appears to Kali to have him fight two beastly beings.

These thoughts into a mystical journey merely present some types of escotological historical sources of blockages and are only meant to reinforce the ancient notions of enabling smooth psychic passage through real but not tenuous relationships within associated psychic history.

Are You sure we can in the context of the greater symbolism of the river flow, without shoring at disturbing areas where the images would naturally but unexpectedly collude , forming an unwanted black image like the one You initiated and me? But lets proceed and find out where the river heads whether to bend downward or , straight away upriver, new challenges present.

The sleepless night almost over, a tie in with a story that happened to me in a dream of India. But that for another time.And it’s based on non fiction.

At any event , in order to keep it on the light side, would like to bring in a dramatis personae not overly different from what’s implied in Umberto Eco’s ‘Pendulum’, the somewhat comical professor, the good intentionall but somewhat amiss man,@ prone on getting across, a river of indeterminate descriptions of merely one passage of scenes from a life, in order to sustain a modicum of brevity, for relief"s sake.

J … seems we’ve encountered a stretch of “white water” … let’s enjoy the ride. :slight_smile:

Curious to learn where we’re at when we come out the other side.

Yes when we come to the other side,out the other side .

This is to my mind safely waiting -whiting it out.
Waiting for that time. This is a transcendence builder, for the less anticipation , the more this side is paved.
Every day now I’m comfortable with more building block by block a safe haven on this side.(of paradise)

What do these mean wondering about the optics, within the contextual arrangements, but some constrained barriers within which we are free to choose?

Supposly the politics of arranging external constraints like the one’s society prescribes with the internal more familial push and shove of children , grandchildren, in -laws; a man is very lucky to achieve some cohesion and familiarity, within and without and with in with with out.

If some inroads can be made with respect, with those, some tradition bound, some silly willy opportunistic, with senses of both intentional exercise , some catching on surreptitiously, through revisions values , some not.

The point is reached where the moral expletives advance to almost panic ridden with the need for solution, and for some like
me, it is at the level of imperative.

Transcendence on a level playing field flattens out the the what is, with what is expected. That never means a denial of time as a total imminence , only that the circuitry becomes more flat lined, one dimensional.

Good morning J

Feels good to read your post and learn that a modicum of serenity has returned to you … albeit … unanswered questions persist.

You paint such vivid pictures with words … what an artist! :slight_smile:

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For me there are two cornerstones … patience and humility.

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For me, the highlighted considerations are largely prescribed by society as well (SCAP)

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More SCAP

My morning reading included the following two articles … they seem to speak to our dilemma.

The Pendulum – Part Two - Hard Work, Bad Luck and Murphy’s Law … zerohedge.com/news/2018-02- … urphys-law

“America Uses 30x More Opioids Than Is Medically Necessary For A Population Its Size” … zerohedge.com/news/2018-02- … n-its-size

A thought that popped into my head before reading your post … “Maybe he has a book inside him that wants to come out” … each of us has an obligation to the Human Family.

And now about the dream of India.

Your son cut ties after a failed marriage and another with children no that perhaps is too urgent of a call, too exactly demanding. Who knows what patience can this tarry. The portfolio misses key elements, which perhaps deserves much more tapestry like detail.Maybe rushing things takes away the imbalance resulting from too sharp a device when thus unprepared reaching for the other side, . Ever worry of countless expressions by that way of reaching for conclusions ? Artist You say? When reaching for the noon of darkness,so unprepared, it may become to look like as most unfinished pieces arrive to" haste as a result of no fill, between covers retaining a forward and a postscript that some today would surely have tosatisfy their predilection toward and back for a glossy shimmering , where impressions are geared by entropic short gutted visualizations , forgetting the delicate balance of building a reconstruction as through as dart throwing expectations of goals goals equally nebulous?

For that reason I changed my mind on India, and dream of You in black and white and Your son, as if , the jazz of our souls had still, a stillness of recollection with our reality, that has become such a short cycled refrain: that of a humongous clap trap of phenomena, The USA, the world soul concept , breathing in increasing rhythm of the great America, again, make it like that, again, new soulful Levittowns of air condition as nightmare and repeat again, not falling into a circucularly redundant either/or, for the exceptionally rewarded, for which the, most of all, red herringed, toward an imploding expectation .

For that circulatory all of us punished as circe, reaching out and expecting fall, the Fall, the existential challenges, the minus side of After the Fall(all alluding to others such as Payton Place. On the Beach , Raintree Country, Big Sur and the Oranges. of Bosch, Mike Hammer, Earle Stanley Gardner,
Death of a Salesman, The Vanishing Adolescent, This side of Paradise, Why I am not a Christian, David Niven"s Biography including Cardinal Spellman’s confession to Niven astounding in its depth and boldness, which prophetically pre-figured the coming storm between ecclisiastics of harmonic love and an outpouring of what appeared as Judas like auto da fe of veritable Institutions, all the sad Ozzies and Harriet’s , quietly suffering within the hebrephenic exciles between heaven and hell in the coming of the season of hell, as a general motive. The list is not complete but how can, between the arrived symbols of colorama , and doubly sound, list any qualitative shadowy traces that suggested?

No India, my son, Your son, You and I and any, will need the wait for serenity and humility.

In this wait, this abiding silencer wait as everyman, hinting and lurking around like hungry wise old cats around a dish of milk -of human kindness.

Not to suggest the unwritten word inside burning to born, is not the pnspsychic hidden dimension of every one.

Pilgrim: some words are, as sketching for later the refrain now. Not to say, there is some use for exhibitionist shades.

The previous post was a sketch not good enough. It contains
germinal ideas I wish to explore on , which we may expand … This is in line with the open format of our continuing story. Thanks

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it’s not the hidden dimension of everyone … it’s the purview of the select!

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I’m sure your sketching in this thread will serve you later as you fill in the details and color. :slight_smile:

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Paraphrasing the above statement … or at least the first half of it … “Filial Piety”

Confucius was the greatest champion … in all human history … of the notion “Filial Piety”. This claim is substantiated with the aggregate quantity of individuals influenced by it … billions … and the longevity … 2,500 years and counting. Filial Piety still prevails in China today though Western thought is creeping in and chipping away at it.

Confucius did not promote “Filial Piety” as the natural order of things … he understood the human mind and promoted it as a means of reducing conflict. Confucius understood the human mind functions almost solely with patterns … a pattern repeated becomes a habit … habits repeated become addictions … the human mind goes on auto pilot … no conscious thought/debate required.

Confucius was brilliant … he reached back into antiquity and selected “rituals” to create the patterns and pattern repetition. The scope of “Filial Piety” extends far beyond the common interpretation of Father and Son.

Personal anecdote … a few years ago I thanked my wife’s son for helping his mother. He responded “It’s my duty.”

Confucius was fortunate … he had a colleague that provided the other half of the solution … Lao Tzu … who focused on the abstract … yet provided some suggestions/applications for the social/political context.

For example …

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Apparently Confucius said something to the effect …

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Confucius had no kind words for his son … yet … seems his grandson picked up the bundle of firewood collected and bundled by Confucius and lit a bonfire with it. :slight_smile:

Pilgrim, that was an interesting take on what a generation gap can make of relationships between fathers and sons, where the later misses a sense of real connection, by being unable to connect behaviorally with his father , even if the cognitive faculties are similar or even almost identical.As far as that goes, thought processes are mostly handed down by behavior, that may have surprising if bringing in the , newer elements? (This is not an obliging question).

Third generation often reverse this. Somehow traits play into this. May this be an example of interaction of different pathways of learning? I suspect so, and that goes without saying that it is absolutely demonstrable and documented with physical traits

Would that demonstrate the current emphasis on behaviour ism?

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For me, rehashing what is known is a waste of time … stepping voluntarily into the unknown is exciting … what you label “newer elements”.

Let me try to paint a picture with words …

About 25 years ago I shoved off the shores of the familiar … the shores of my former world … in a small boat with a large sail … and most importantly my boat has no rudder.

My boat docked in China about 13 years ago … who am I to argue with the ‘wind’.

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Reflecting on these experiences at the moment seems to fit with what you saw in my dad’s pic … he’s full of life.

If we stay on the river that only flows on one continent … one instance of SCAP … our view of human life is constrained. Seems we have reached a fork in the river … the branch to the left is an extension of the river we have been on … the branch to the right is a much larger river … encompassing the entire Human Family.

The lyrics of Garfunkel’s song “Bridge Over Troubled Water” has been swimming around in my head.

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Yes, and I am more than my limit of two drinks after noon, but, to seriously answer You I must divulge of India at last, the dream.

So to be concise:

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We were on a bus . From New Delhi to Katmando. Then we stopped where Buddha was born I forgot the name of it but will try to remember remember .

And I got bit by some bugs, they were big, and very big, they were as big as very big bees but bigger, yes , very big and black wasps and I got bit 3 places , and we were in a hotel and I thought I was dying, and probably was, had it been for my wife injecting me, and meanwhile between dreams has this :

I was scaling a very very high mountain and I came to a summit of sorts and then the road came to a fork where I had to decide to go to the left or the right, and it was a matter of life and death, the dream made me understood the wrong choice meant death or at least a forlorn backtracking and as it rurned out I made the right choice to the left: :

I scaled some further travail of terrain and I came up to another place where the valley below showed an incredible, breathless vision of a fantastically beautiful terrain down below , and at that point , I did not bother to accelerate my downhill track. I was at peace in a stillness I have never before experienced.

We went to India , to find , answers to our son who took his life after we shared a date together at the Greek Theatre in Hollywood , the headliner was Pet Shop Boys.

Eureka!! … an Archimedes moment :wink:

As I mentioned in an earlier post … we make judgements based on incomplete information … these judgements are wrong as often as they are right … our subconscious mind tries to help us find ‘right’ judgements with dreams.

Often other people … disinterested people … people without an investment in the outcome see what we can’t see.

With this backdrop … I see how everything is connected …

Your son made the ultimate sacrifice … giving his life to nudge you in a direction you would otherwise never go.

Our conscious mind runs on auto pilot … the prevailing SCAP in our environment. Bringing the mind out of auto pilot requires a jolt. The Japanese have a custom … they clap their hands when they want to disrupt their prevailing thoughts of any given moment. Like the old vinyl 45’s … often getting stuck on one line … a jolt was required to get the 45 to continue playing the song.

The intensity of the jolt is an indication of the stretch being demanded … the distance one must travel from the “auto pilot” position.

Food for thought.

My son made the ultimate sacrifice to nudge me
…let that statement sink in while I take the for a short walk… that really caught me by surprise it knocked me out.