moodras
It is a splace where moods cannot develop because moods are an aber(%)ation of the natural flow of emotioanl [|] energy ~ when we allow emotional energy to become stuck in our body, the becoming dis-placement [is such that] they [emotional energeis] become separated in place, which
cann exist only outside of space.
Space is big, place is small: place is a coagulum of space; place is the material manifestation of energy,
which is space.
When we observe the behaviour of young children with even a ... 🕒 ... modicum of awareness, we can begin
to see they are yet pure space, uncorrupted by the so-reverred false value of adulthood, just pure space [realtively] un-coagulated, where emotional energy runs free, not-inhibited, not-fettered, not yet controlled by societal attitudes of
we stop being, we [s]top longing and we s[tart] craving [ ... when we shop ... when we stop being, we art craving, and we start shopping] ... we start craving, in all the wrong places, a return to the Primordial Soup through the maternal vagina, and this is when we )st(art going going stark-raving mad, because the maternal vagina is )obviously( NOT where we belong, because by "maternal vagina" I mean (and this seems obvious) the vaginas of our biological mothers, not the Cosmic Vagina that really birthed us, the Primordial Vagina.
When we observe the behaviour of children, who are fresh outta the Soup, new to the outer (and yet familiar with the inner) vagina, the vagina within, we notice that they have not yet learned (been conditioned) to moderate their emotions, their feelings: the physical palace of their spatial reality is yet intact, not yet destroyed by the "No!" mantra; their emotions flow free and do not
what constitutes reasonable behaviour ~ they have not yet conditioned (read: been learned) to suppress their emotions and they below with divine refusal to have them oppressed by so-called adults, the fools who
would yell them,
"No! We don't wear spaghetti bowls
like hats! No!"
The word "No!" is the mantra of all mal-adjusted adults ... replete with capital and exclamation mark, it cannot be said quietly ~ even if the voice is
mild, the aggression and the tone are violent in their refusal of acceptance;
the mantra of the child and the
child-like is "yes".
When "yes" is our mantra, we say yesto [the true nature of] ourSelf. When
"No!" is our mantra, we resign our-
selves to being mere coagulums,
mere physical biengs [whose favourite pastime would be complaining about
the lack of their will to control the world with belief, except they don't believe
in having favourites] who are separate from space ... 🕒 ..., from energy, from the spirit of matter, from the individuated Consciousness that animates matter, from soul.
We cebome separated from soul, from individuated Spirit, and so we begin
to feel de-splaced, di-splaced, dis-placed ~ we begin to sense that
we don't belong here: we stop be-ing longing, we lose our capacity to remain aware that we belong here, now, on Earth, as spatial entitities ... that's
right boys, entitties ... entities, spatial entities having an experience of place, of the palatial spaciousness that we
can return to through cultivating an
inner sanctuary;
coagulate in the body [to become mo{o}ds, modifications of being, aber{r}ations from our natural state]. 🕒
This is why they are able to one moment be screaming at the injustice of having thier hat stolen and the next moment be screaming at the delight of how their arm and hand extends ^ in the direction of their stolen hat and how their hand changes colour when it catches the sunlight streaming through the window and how their hand can change shape with the extension ^ and suddenly they're back in Joy because they have just high-fived god and they have utterly forgotten the suffering of forced deprivation of their bowl-hat and now they are free to enjoy smearing food with their new-found palatial spaciousness.
We, on the other hand, the so-called adults who believe we run the place ... we have almost entirely forgotten about
^ from a mere thought
the spatial palace, the inner sanctuary where we are inherently child-like: we grasp at emotions, which we believe are things not waves, and so we entrap ourselves, we en-place ourselves where we dis-belong;
when we grasp at waves because we believe they are things, this is when emotions become trapped in the body and become moods, though to use the word 'become' in this context is itself an aberration, a bastardisation, because to be#coming (home) we must cease and desist from going everywhere other
than w[h]ere our emotions reside ... temporally ... temporarily ... tempo-rare-ly! (in time);
when (were) we (to) see emotions as temporary, as existing only within the illusion of time and matter, we (would) be#come, be free of them ~ we (would) begin to see, re-member, they don't really truly matter, and so we could start
to want to even think about learning how to let them go.
When we spend a few moment s (upon waking) in mindfulness meditation, in concentration upon an approximation of the singularity, upon the godhead, among the neighbour[ne]hood of god,
we see that among emotions, which come and go as thoughts come and go as clouds come and go, we find ourSelf among the palatial spaciousness of the sky-mind that children [presumably] know so well.
But we do
n't, be
cause
we are adults,
and adults have
things,
with which they need
to do
other things ~
with adults
it's all about doing
things with things,
which is why
seomthing tainted is
somet hing adulterated.
We don't need
to be moody
unless we want
to be moody:
we choose
to be moody
because we don't
want to learn
from children
how to be
palatially spatial;
instead, indead or deed
we want
to complain
about God
destroying
our sandcastles.
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Moments after completing [this] thing about palatial spaciousnees, I went to the Lighthouse and opened up a book to where I had left off reading the night before. The book is called Through Death to Rebirth and it's written and illustrated by James Scudday Perkins, a dude high up on the Theosophical Society, which I understand means he doesn't necessarily know what the fuck he's talking about [any more than you or I], but this, it makes sense:
Similarly our emotional bodies are undergoing continuous changes that are of the nature of death and rebirth. The emotional body is a structure of feelings generated by relationships and circumstances that are at all times in a state of flux. However firmly the emotional body may be poised upon deeply felt personal convictions of truth and right, of loving hopes so poignantly inspired, of sympathies and attachments affectionately held, inevitable readjustments mus occur. Stresses bend feelings into new shapes; time encrusts them in unanticipated moulds, while fresh experiences may entirely replace wide areas of feeling. Sometimes, as we know, shock can bring the whole emotional structure crashing about our ears to our despair. In such light then, the emotional body can be viewed in perspective as continually experiencing rebirth amidst death.