06-08-2015, 10:45 AM
What's it about crying? I hate crying but it feels good in ways I hate admitting. Sort of like, I needed that, but more along the lines of, '-sobs- just get out of me thouughts!! -punches pillow-'
Today I figured out I'm a lot more different from everyone else around me than I realized or wanted to believe anyways... (finally stumbled upon memories showcasing such as I zoned off, one of those random biggie realizations today) and it made me sad to think I would desire any of this.
So I told mysoulself to suck a dick! I'm sure I'll understand, from both perspectives
But along the way I had to admit that I literally Care far more than I'm willing to admit (redundant, or gently differentiated? I'm seriously asking.). I used to be so sensitive I got my feelings hurt by normal small talk insults with others (jokingly jabbing another as is common in conversation, at least around me it is), and I remembered that when I was a kid, I used to get interrupted constantly. The rule of my grandpa for only me was after I've said 4 words anyone can start talking. I literally remembered that the ENTIRE week in New Jersey there, I couldn't say one sentence (and seriously, the fury!), it almost makes me not regret my last words to him, as I do truly believe he deserved to have them be my last words to him. Regardless of if we deserve anything or not, I don't think the universe cares at this place, whether you deserve it or not, you'll eventually die and disappear in this 3D perspective. Down here, what is the point? To live for my soul? When it put me in this position...? -shakes head-
I used to be scared of butterflies landing on me out of worry that I'd hurt them some how or they'd hurt me. I got bullied as badly as I did because I was nice. I almost wish I didn't remember those times now... So why is being nice punished? Can I punish those who punish nice people? I'm at a point where I feel so little at times, and is so little worth it; or basically so much seems pointless in this level of existence to and for me. I'd rather jump in a black hole (literally) at times. I don't know how or why, or when but I was once...A truly good person consistently. Now I feel just painted shades of red, blue, and black. Just for being nice.
And I cried because I once again, just thought I don't desire one ounce of any of this, but I'm here so there must be a reason for it. And when I lose track of the 'why' as I do at times in the madness that is my brain trying to figure out just why there needs to be a duality in the first place or why it must go 'this way'... and yet it is this way. Then I see the universe is love but it can also be hell very clearly. Isn't it all things? So I once again ask and wonder why, and I'm told it's out of desire. Yet the Creator clearly is us all but has many desires obviously. That I need to find myself in hell to discover heaven sometimes is...Not very loving like in my mind, it is not what I desire, if anything, it's literally the exact opposite (thanks, me.)
So I'm also left with answers that leave me questions that also have answers, making me have more questions, with more answers, until I come upon places where answers don't exist because there isn't one. That's not a big deal, until I come across the area of 'suffering', and then it's all FAIR GAME as I like to say. The Creator desires to suffer and inflict suffering then. That's acceptable. I find myself here where it's being done. How is that acceptable to me? Then it comes back to an issue I've brought up several times, and then resolved with the understanding that ALL things within holographic creation are filled with the Essence (Consciousness/Soul/Love) and that they wouldn't have even been created without that Essence providing the Form Maker to create the Form.
So I'm definitely here by choice. But every part of me basically says it doesn't desire this anymore. It's basically like being trapped in a contract you don't want. If you opt out of the contract, you'll find yourself in it regardless. Doesn't seem like a very soulsiderate thing to me, but its all out of Unconditional Love...Which also looks like Indifference.
These things do make me cry. My own philosophy has me now and then feeling like it's not as good as I think it is. I'm told I'm loved beyond imagination, enough to be put in hell which we call Earth. There's so much love here that you almost can't see it over the pollution, hatred, madness, and horror that is the absolute discarding of all consideration of Life for something else. Money, and Power being the most prevalent.
And I know there's a lot of love, but I don't see it right now. It's not in my area, and it's not around me. If it is, it's coming in the form of indifference, and then I'm expected to approach it with it's higher version; Love. There's no protection for me either, if the Universe decides its time to throw some physical catalyst at me without care for my current situation in order to teach me a lesson... What's stopping it? What's stopping someone else from treating me horribly? What happens when I want a break?
The Indifference.
Why does no one around me care about Earth or Humanity as a whole? It makes me cry how indifferent the world can be...
(yay blue ray honesty, I feel like I'm insane when I reread everything above this line. Truly, I am a giant contradiction sometimes, I apology.)
...
I mean, I'm also <default Mode: Nihilistic> so if anyone wants to have a friendly philosophical debate about the inherent worthiness of emptiness, do ask as talking about philosophy and the Law of One actually makes me really happy. Or at least, gives me a glimmer of light I appreciate even if I push away everything in brightness/gloominess/craziness lately. I have been very up and down lately trying to make sense of everything, flying through perspectives and sometimes getting stuck in negative ones. Twas a depressing day for me. Here's my mope n' feelz story. I am actually pretty sad. Still not going to kill myself though, not in the mood for more dejavu or refinding myself here...
...Anywho. When's the last time y'all cried, O' members of Bring4th? Let me know if my miseries are similar to yours or not and if yours get as dramatic and over-the-top as mine. (I should write a Misery Book.)
Today I figured out I'm a lot more different from everyone else around me than I realized or wanted to believe anyways... (finally stumbled upon memories showcasing such as I zoned off, one of those random biggie realizations today) and it made me sad to think I would desire any of this.
So I told mysoulself to suck a dick! I'm sure I'll understand, from both perspectives
But along the way I had to admit that I literally Care far more than I'm willing to admit (redundant, or gently differentiated? I'm seriously asking.). I used to be so sensitive I got my feelings hurt by normal small talk insults with others (jokingly jabbing another as is common in conversation, at least around me it is), and I remembered that when I was a kid, I used to get interrupted constantly. The rule of my grandpa for only me was after I've said 4 words anyone can start talking. I literally remembered that the ENTIRE week in New Jersey there, I couldn't say one sentence (and seriously, the fury!), it almost makes me not regret my last words to him, as I do truly believe he deserved to have them be my last words to him. Regardless of if we deserve anything or not, I don't think the universe cares at this place, whether you deserve it or not, you'll eventually die and disappear in this 3D perspective. Down here, what is the point? To live for my soul? When it put me in this position...? -shakes head-
I used to be scared of butterflies landing on me out of worry that I'd hurt them some how or they'd hurt me. I got bullied as badly as I did because I was nice. I almost wish I didn't remember those times now... So why is being nice punished? Can I punish those who punish nice people? I'm at a point where I feel so little at times, and is so little worth it; or basically so much seems pointless in this level of existence to and for me. I'd rather jump in a black hole (literally) at times. I don't know how or why, or when but I was once...A truly good person consistently. Now I feel just painted shades of red, blue, and black. Just for being nice.
And I cried because I once again, just thought I don't desire one ounce of any of this, but I'm here so there must be a reason for it. And when I lose track of the 'why' as I do at times in the madness that is my brain trying to figure out just why there needs to be a duality in the first place or why it must go 'this way'... and yet it is this way. Then I see the universe is love but it can also be hell very clearly. Isn't it all things? So I once again ask and wonder why, and I'm told it's out of desire. Yet the Creator clearly is us all but has many desires obviously. That I need to find myself in hell to discover heaven sometimes is...Not very loving like in my mind, it is not what I desire, if anything, it's literally the exact opposite (thanks, me.)
So I'm also left with answers that leave me questions that also have answers, making me have more questions, with more answers, until I come upon places where answers don't exist because there isn't one. That's not a big deal, until I come across the area of 'suffering', and then it's all FAIR GAME as I like to say. The Creator desires to suffer and inflict suffering then. That's acceptable. I find myself here where it's being done. How is that acceptable to me? Then it comes back to an issue I've brought up several times, and then resolved with the understanding that ALL things within holographic creation are filled with the Essence (Consciousness/Soul/Love) and that they wouldn't have even been created without that Essence providing the Form Maker to create the Form.
So I'm definitely here by choice. But every part of me basically says it doesn't desire this anymore. It's basically like being trapped in a contract you don't want. If you opt out of the contract, you'll find yourself in it regardless. Doesn't seem like a very soulsiderate thing to me, but its all out of Unconditional Love...Which also looks like Indifference.
These things do make me cry. My own philosophy has me now and then feeling like it's not as good as I think it is. I'm told I'm loved beyond imagination, enough to be put in hell which we call Earth. There's so much love here that you almost can't see it over the pollution, hatred, madness, and horror that is the absolute discarding of all consideration of Life for something else. Money, and Power being the most prevalent.
And I know there's a lot of love, but I don't see it right now. It's not in my area, and it's not around me. If it is, it's coming in the form of indifference, and then I'm expected to approach it with it's higher version; Love. There's no protection for me either, if the Universe decides its time to throw some physical catalyst at me without care for my current situation in order to teach me a lesson... What's stopping it? What's stopping someone else from treating me horribly? What happens when I want a break?
The Indifference.
Why does no one around me care about Earth or Humanity as a whole? It makes me cry how indifferent the world can be...
(yay blue ray honesty, I feel like I'm insane when I reread everything above this line. Truly, I am a giant contradiction sometimes, I apology.)
...
I mean, I'm also <default Mode: Nihilistic> so if anyone wants to have a friendly philosophical debate about the inherent worthiness of emptiness, do ask as talking about philosophy and the Law of One actually makes me really happy. Or at least, gives me a glimmer of light I appreciate even if I push away everything in brightness/gloominess/craziness lately. I have been very up and down lately trying to make sense of everything, flying through perspectives and sometimes getting stuck in negative ones. Twas a depressing day for me. Here's my mope n' feelz story. I am actually pretty sad. Still not going to kill myself though, not in the mood for more dejavu or refinding myself here...
...Anywho. When's the last time y'all cried, O' members of Bring4th? Let me know if my miseries are similar to yours or not and if yours get as dramatic and over-the-top as mine. (I should write a Misery Book.)