5 unpublished posts from my newsletter

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These are a few posts that I wrote for the newsletter but eventually I realised that they didn't fit with the theme of what I want to do with my newsletter. At the same time, they fit in perfectly with the theme of my blog (unrefined creativity that might end up being ranty sometimes). So here I present to you the posts from my newsletter.

being human.

To the depth allowed by my current perspectives, there are three classes of problems we are confronted with as humans.

1. The problem of livelihood

2. The problem of relationship

3. The problem of health

If you may examine your own experience, you see that the things you struggle with, may be approximately categorized as problems relating to health, money or relationships.

It is a disservice to the depth of these problems to categorize and express them as easily as I did. A detailed exposition is in order.

The problem of livelihood is the problem of a craft.

Your craft works on you more than you do on it.

It is a vehicle for the refinement of your consciousness as you sink into its depth.

Craft, as creativity crystalized into the world is the deepest meditation.

There is truth to the Marxist’s words when he talks about the alienation of labour.

Greed is a cycle of pain.

The unprocessed trauma arising from not having what one desired.

Is the problem to be solved by blaming the system?

Or is the resentment trauma itself, manufactured within the same conditioning.

The trauma of nostalgia for a dionysian affirmation pouring out from one’s soul.

There is a problem in relationship.

Or rather, all one’s relationships are in turmoil.

Fires in differing states of burning or being put out.

A haphazard, clumsy movement through this mess ensures that one may never find truth.

What is my relationship to the other?

When do we seriously put this question to ourself?

The other, who comes in differeing forms.

I label him and our immanent difference through every socio-psychological atom I find.

because I do not want to confront the kaleidoscope of his being.

Or I watch by endlessly, as my relations with my closest ones rot.

Is hell other people?

Or just a reflection of me?

What is this me? This animal I inhabit?

What are its needs?

We quickly discover that one wants to be healthy.

Even the suicidal person, grasps the essence of goodness before they feel too tired to continue remaining commited to it.

In that view, are we all not dead already along many dimensions of perception?

We let the calming inertia pass over us whenever we settle for something less than the truth.

Namaste.

hiatus.

Focus.

Writing is a process that narrows down my focus.

From a deluge of words and thoughts that can appear to your consciousness in the next moment, you select the one that resonates with your being the most.

And then you do it again. And again.

Until you string together a beautiful necklace.

Writing is meditation.

It is a rush of adrenaline.

It refines your thoughts and imposes constraints so that I creatively express the things I know.

There is no morality. No prescription. Burn all the books that tell you how to write.

The one pointed razor focus is what we search for everywhere.

In being that, you are one with the flow of the universe.

Or perhaps you don’t.

Writing is how I bring your mind to the truth I see.

Why do you need focus?

You don’t.

You don’t need anything.

However having or not having things has its consequences.

You don’t need a college degree.

Yet not having one has its own consequences.

You don’t need a jacked body.

Yet having one has its own consequences.

I can tell you how in a world of ever increasing distraction, there is a constant danger of flowing away with the turbulent currents.

I can tell you how the gap between those who focus and create in these times and those who consume mindlessly will increase ever wider.

But you already know that.

Or perhaps you don’t. Consider this your reminder.

In any case, there is no persuasion required.

I write to refine my own thought.

I hope it helps you discover truth too, friend.

Namaste.

suffering.

the buddhists teach that there is cessation to suffering.

the self improvers teach you that you don’t have to continue living this way.

the psychologist reveals to you your dysfunctional coping mechanisms.

and yet the stubborn human refuses to change.

is it because he cannot cognize the path his life is destined to take if he continues living this way?

or he has developed love for his peaceful reverie?

endless suffering and chattering everywhere one looks

an utterly meaningless existence, with no respite even in death

a miserable, lonely existence always lusting after what the conditioned mind chases

temporary bouts of happiness, poisoning him with hope

All this takes away from the beautiful gift he has been bestowed.

With what intensity and brilliance must one live to assert their will against the chaos of everyday life?

Namaste.

greatness.

Let’s break up, because I want to be great.

Break up with the self critical thoughts that impede your creativity, and constrict it from travelling into lands unknown.

Break up with the morality, that makes you afraid of being scoffed at by others who continue living in their pretenses.

Break up with practicality, that gives the haughty sneer to the ones around you, when they laugh at you becoming who you know you are already.

Break up with the conditioning, that keeps you in a stupor; the potpouri of poisons personalized to your preferences.

Break up with self sabotage as it arises. Resolve to have the courage to believe in yourself.

Break up with numbing and stop putting bandaids on your mental wounds oozing with pus because you are too afraid to feel.

Break up with your ideals. That are really not yours at all. The desires of a populace who never fulfilled them imposed on you violently.

Break up with your prescriptions. A “shortcut” another snake oil salesman sells on the way. You do not offer a medical education to a person stung by a scorpion.

Break up with your gurus. A beacon for desperation never made a boat cross the shore.

Break up with your religion. for everything you do is sacrifice. Those who abide in truth have no need for the tranquility of belief.

Break up with your books. Except for the ones written in the author’s blood.

Break up with your intellectualism. A web of meaningless connections can never lead you to reality.

Break up with your status. Who has time to keep up the facades.

Break up with greed. The hypnotic smell of power and security.

Break up with your desire for recognition. Nobody is coming to save you as you defile the limitlessness inside you.

Break up with your “friends” who cause you to live in a mass of stagnation.

Break up with resentment. Poison for your soul.

Let’s break up because I want to be great.

emptiness.

The lives we lead are utterly meaningless.

Watch the movement of your mind as you let these words sink in.

Is there a reflexive reaction? retorting with clever rationalizations and the dead words of thousands of conflicting philosophies?

Or is there perhaps a projection of despair? A self flagellating atavism as it puts you in touch with the stupidity of your actions when perceived from a larger perspective.

For there to be stupidity, has there not to be another projection?

An expectation of the ego to be ‘smart’. A searching for permanence.

The nihilist projecting his despair and the conditioned mind retorting instantly to a shaking of its foundations are both dishonest.

Maybe life really is meaningless. Maybe it isn’t.

What worth are my words to your experience?

At best they point you in a direction.

A dimension of emptiness.

A space for wonder.

The theatre of the greatest tragedies, and the most mundane droning of everyday life is nothing but a fraction of the truth life conceals.

Throw away all the notions your thought has carried. Be an explorer for yourself.

Namaste.