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~Wounded Psyche~

“What you need to understand from this is that a psyche stuck in a low-consciousness state gets embroiled in a toxic, destructive energy pattern that makes fascistic action look appealing. Those of us who are not stuck in such a state often wonder how it is that people can act in such an obviously “evil” manner. Well, when you’re stuck in a low state of consciousness, your life feels like shit, you are disconnected from love, you don’t know how to properly receive or give love, your mind is governed by fear and bitterness, and so dominating and hurting others becomes one’s reason for living. For a wounded psyche, hurting others is actually enjoyable and it can even become a sense of life purpose. A life purpose can be construction or destructive. The less conscious you are, the more selfish you are, the more destructive your life purpose will tend to be.

Just try to imagine what life would be like if your life purpose was to exterminate an entire race who you saw as parasites responsible for ruining the world. It sounds fantastical, but plenty of people are so bitter, their connection to life is so shallow, that this becomes appealing.

It shows you the enormous range and diversity of motivation that a psyche can have. People who experience and interpret reality is radically different ways end up having radically different motivations and values. Consciousness is extremely flexible and fluid in this regard — much more so than people believe. Consciousness’s range for constructing a psyche is astounding. There are so many different possible kinds of psyches, not just a handful.”

Source ~ https://www.actualized.org/insights

Short Stories {3} ~ Paradox Diffusion

Years after searching for God in psychedelics, Rumi had not wavered in her quest for knowledge. Without the benefit of a prescribed social role, she did what she wanted, when she wanted, which was to learn without regard for convention. Today, paradoxes were circulating around her mind, determined, she would not sleep without finding her answer.

At other times and in other places, Rumi would have been burned at the stake, hailed as a prophet, or stoned. The present time simply ignored her. Normal people treated Rumi as a public garbage can, light post, or stalled car, as an obstacle that could be moved but numbed by her surroundings.

“Take your pills NOW,” shouted the nurse down the corridor, from Texas’s renound mental hospital for the “insane.” Rumi rolled her eyes as Nurse Truchin’s sharp voice echoed and bounced off blood stained walls, she was sitting in room 23, her white washed room “gifted” to her by her parents, they could not cope with her cosmic mind anymore. Rumi had been in Senora Texas Mental Hospital for two weeks and she felt on edge, this was her first time in an asylum. Rumi paced up and down her abode, she had to take those dreaded sleeping pills or else they would force it down her throat somehow. Reluctantly she calmly walked down the hallway and was handed her pill through the dorms pill shutter.

Rumi swallowed the pill. “Good, now go back to your room, checks are at 11pm, make sure you are in your bed or you know what will happen,” said Nurse Truchin coldly. Rumi said nothing, she would achieve nothing by responding and quietly returned to her room blocking out the screams from the room beside her’s.

Shutting her door, relieved, she lay on her bed staring at the white washed walls that had become her friend. What were paradoxes? How could two opposing propositions exist at the same time? The sleeping pills were making her more and more drowsy. Lonely and with a heavy heart she pulled the duvet above her head. “A paradox is a statement or problem that either appears to produce two entirely contradictory (yet possible) outcomes, or provides proof for something that goes against what we intuitively expect,” Rumi reiterated inside of her mind.

Hallucinating as she usually did on these pills, she saw imagery quite like her visions on magic mushrooms a few months ago. Warping geometric patterns danced in a trance with eachother as her eyes flickered going in and out of consciousness.

I will sleep on this Rumi decided in her mind drifting off into the astral planes.

Upon awakening her answer had arrived, getting out her notebook she wrote “Paradoxes lead you to God.”

On her day of release, after all this time pretending to act normal to get out of this hell hole of an asylum, Rumi saw Mrs. Truchin as “insane” and Mrs. Truchin saw Rumi as insane. Rumi quietly knew that duality breaks down into formless consciousness; she was sane in an insane world.

“I know one thing,” Rumi said to Mrs. Truchin as she left the asylum doors. “And that is that I know nothing.” Rumi remembered studying ancient Greek philosopher’s such as Socrates years ago. Mrs. Truchin took one bewildered look at Rumi and walked away. Rumi smiled to herself and smelt freedom once again, her taxi was awaiting to pass through the doors into the insane world.

Time is a construct of consciousness and in higher dimensions has no meaning. but, in the lower dimensions it is used to measure changes and in the multitudes of parallel timelines all simultaneously existing. Paradoxes melt into the all, Source, Brahman, Allah, whatever name you stamp onto formless ether.

~DiosRaw 01/04/21

Symbols {44} ~ Double Happiness

Also known as Double Happy, this is a traditional Chinese ornament design, often used as the symbol of marriage. It is comprised of 2 characters of the Chinese alphabet which translate to ‘Joy’. Double Happy is said to attract a special relationship, romance, and bliss.

It is frequently used in branding today, on everything from jewellery to soy sauce.

~Sheshanaga~

Sheshanaga is one of the primal beings of creation according to Hindu philosophy. He is a many-headed coiled snake that constantly sings of the glories of Vishnu from his many mouths and is often depicted carrying Vishnu. Some consider Sheshanaga to be a servant of Vishnu or a manifestation of Vishnu.

The name comes from the Sanskrit shesha which means “remainder” and can be interpreted as “that which remains when all else ceases to exist.” This is because, in Hindu philosophy, when the world is destroyed, Sheshanaga remains exactly as he is.