Thursday, 15 January 2015

life is hard, soft pillow, sleep, wake up, hope you had a good night, ah life snow sand world





Well what I mean, oh it’s just a drawing I did about myself a few days ago or just people in general seeking depth – I mean in all the wars going on all over the world, it’s ugly, if you see the people dead, shot up, you return home, if you’re lucky enough to, there’s no glory, there’s no patriotism, you’re just tired and burnt out .. /and in meditation, similar, or farther – I’m talking hardcore meditation, medical grade chi kung, very tough to get through, face yourself

You do.

But the horrific “in us”

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To live through that, what none of the politicians will face, what none of the soldiers will face, what none of the civilians will face, what no one will face.  In us.  Places.  The nattering mind, the negativity, the huge negativity, the mind spins, crashes in us – people can’t even stand minutes, let alone hours.  Find a way to make peace with their nattering mind, and get through to a better world, no sappy beauty queen platitudes no pretty “better day” but the uglified the repulsive in you, facing it, at last making peace in you.//place.  If only for yourself.  Can’t talk about it.  Even farther.  Install it in life.

For all of us.

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It’s very hard to encourage people in this, to look into meditation, to not be scared, to go the full route, the hardcore disciplined “oh c’mon eric!” yeah, I know, to even have the time, for 4 hours say in the morning “AH C’MON ERUC!!” YOU CRAZY!!” yeah I know people said worse .. but even have the time, inspiration, enough money to pay the heating bill, a quiet house, do it – oh, in younger years it was more physical exercise, now it’s the spiritual, but sort of swearing nasty in parts? Oops/ the true inside/ oops! double-oops! do some hoops/ do somersaults inside, if you ever can, if any of us ever can, in this world

Unknown

Inside, and this project, a lot of pages, much of this offline, never published to blog, like 95%, and how to weed through it all, how to pop around in it, like a land, inside, we’ve never seen – build it, for us all
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That’s to my brother really, he has some troubles “facing life” don’t we all “no methods” he’s out west there, I talk to him on the phone a bit, but you know, life is tough.  I too have temptations towards addictions.  But no, I don’t drink, I don’t take drugs.  I have nothing against a social drink, once in a while.  But you know, this world is overboard.  But as far as I know, he just drinks, I don’t know about drugs.  I think it’s just the alcohol.

But you know in the grocery aisles for me look at those muffins or the chocolate cake or Jos Louis or whatever it is – shitty food, sorry, but in moderation it’s not bad “but curing your problems” ah

So this book, the inside land, someone take a spot in it – not sure what it is, to orient themselves, know where they are – know what the whole book means, know what their whole life means, not be scared, even start, even do a “scratchy drawing” “not much skill” “or takes years, friendly to us” “we’re not scared, of the inside”

This way

Thanks eric we sketch maybe show some of them to other people. sell, trade, have gallery shows, for a whole community, that can’t say anything, whoops/ your inside, never heard of it, don’t have one “I assume I have one” “I guess I do” but hardcore meditators, that are kind to us, oh talk to them, or help them, be a welcoming crowd for them, in life, these strange beings

Ha
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You’re saying us

What it is is really us
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Meditation is gross filthy ah shit fuck you should see the landscapes in there or acidic uncontrollable vermin hell swashing overboard great waves of turmoil and hate – oops!

Soft oops.

To see, where we come from, oh, the origin, further in, as if the lock on the door is that hellish stuff, you can barely sit with for 30 seconds when it starts, but sit, sit patiently, while part of you is dying dying

Ah this is what I do, the ego, being burnt away or conceit for earth thinking you’re a body want things for your body, and what when, the eotu, edge of the universe, reads you, your troubled self, you need a “god” a “friend” casual in the war dirt filth no glory no patriotism of easy meditation

None

Or no meditation and cakes and booze and drugs and sex fuck off you all! well c’mon eric get through another day, facing your inside quietly, go the whole route, where the eotu reads you and you combine with the eotu, to produce the prayer being, out of you .. oh a little nameless invisible figure .. oh through 5,000 hours meditation, over 10,000 hours now, oh, you get used to things, you rise through levels.
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