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  • in reply to: Moments of Transformation
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
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    Sam! Wow! Everything you wrote mirrors my experience. Once I got it, it was like a light that, illuminated a previously unseen world…

  • in reply to: Songs of resignation and hope
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
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    Oceans

    Weary traveler, calloused and sore
    Time and gravity followed you here
    Rest, my sister, and tell me
    All about the ocean

    I’ve never seen the ocean
    Not like this one

    Weary traveler, calloused and sore
    Time and gravity followed you here
    Rest, my brother, and tell me
    All about the ocean

    Spoils and traumas, and burdens you’ve bore
    Pay them no mind, they matter no more
    Leave them behind and show me
    All about the ocean

    Look in your eyes
    I’ve never seen the ocean
    Not like this one

    Deep in your eyes
    I’ve never seen the ocean
    Not like this one
    Show me your eyes
    I’ve never seen the ocean
    Not like this one
    Look in your eyes
    I’ve never seen the ocean
    Not like this one

  • in reply to: Songs of resignation and hope
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    ‘Simultaneous’ from 3:31 on.


    “We will never know world peace, until three people can simultaneously look each other straight in the I.”

    Should the oceans rise
    Should the sky come falling down
    Should the islands tremble beneath us
    See our better nature blossom

    Should the sun rain fire
    Should Hell on Earth freeze over
    And our enemies wait hungry
    See our better nature feed them
    Should the sun rain fire
    Should Hell on Earth freeze over
    And our enemies wait hungry
    See our better nature feed and clothe them

    Find a way through, around, or over
    Find a way through, around, or over
    Find a way through, around, or over
    Find a way through, around, or over

    Find a way through, around, or over
    Find a way through, around, or over
    Find a way through, around, or over

  • in reply to: Songs of resignation and hope
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
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    Right In Two

    Angels on the sideline
    Puzzled and amused
    Why did Father give these humans free will?
    Now they’re all confused

    Don’t these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
    Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys
    Where there’s one you’re bound to divide it
    Right in two

    Angels on the sideline
    Baffled and confused
    Father blessed them all with reason
    And this is what they choose?

    Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground
    Silly monkeys; Give them thumbs, they forge a blade
    And where there’s one they’re bound to divide it
    Right in two

    Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground
    Silly monkeys; Give them thumbs, they make a club and beat their brother down
    How they’ve survived so misguided is a mystery
    Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability
    To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here

    Cut and divide it all right in two
    Cut and divide it all right in two
    Cut and divide it all right in two
    Cut and divide it all right in two

    Fight till they die over sun, over sky
    They fight till they die over sea, over air
    They fight till they die over blood, over love
    They fight till they die over words, polarizing

    Angels on the sideline again
    Benched along with patience and reason
    Angels on the sideline again
    Wondering where this tug of war will end

    Cut and divide it all right in two
    Cut and divide it all right in two
    Cut and divide it all right in two
    Cut it in two
    Right in two

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=82&v=JjzHZDPrYKg

  • in reply to: Songs of resignation and hope
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
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    Saints in Hell

    They laughed at their gods
    And fought them in vain
    So he turned his back on them
    And left them in pain
    Now here come the saints
    With their banners held high
    Each one of them martyrs
    Quite willing to die

    Wake the dead, the saints are in Hell
    Wake the dead, they’ve come for the bell

    Cover your fists
    Razor your spears
    It’s been our possession
    For 8,000 years
    Fetch the scream eagles
    Unleash the wild cats
    Set loose the king cobras
    And blood sucking bats

    We are saints
    In hell
    We are saints
    In hell
    We’re going down
    Into the fire
    We’re going down
    Into the fire
    The streets run with blood from the mass mutilation
    As carnage took toll for the bell
    Abattoir, abattoir, mon Dieu quelle horreur
    For a time is was like second hell
    Saints in Hell
    Saints in Hell
    The battle is over, the saints are alive
    How can we all thank you, we felt so despised

    Saints in Hell [x6]

  • in reply to: The DEAF EFFECT: I've been 'effected'!
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    I copied this from another topic I replied to on this forum, as this is about the deaf effect.

    I noticed something two days ago when I tried to share my experience of EMDR Therapy with a friend. Briefly, EMDR(Eye Movement Desensitization & Reprocessing) is a way of removing or discharging the effects of trauma for an individual. The results I had were beyond my wildest dreams, but, I was also willing to re experience(in my mind) my trauma as part of the EMDR process.
    My friend(s) have had terrible childhoods, full of abuse and trauma, far worse than I, so, having discovered this “miracle” cure(results vary), I wanted to share it. I’ve already shared about my experience with a few people in my life, as a matter of fact, it and the WTM seem to be my favorite subjects lately.:)

    I noticed, that with my friend, it was really difficult to steer the conversation where it needed to go, to address the subject of personal trauma(s)(just mine to start with). My friend can talk about his past traumas, but, remotely, held at a mental arms length, something out there and allowed just a glance(do you know what I mean…?). I tried to bring the conversation back time and time again, just to distinguish in my friends mind, what I was actually talking about and where I had to mentally go in order to do this work. He would come up with things like; “I let all that stuff go, otherwise, it hurts and upsets too much and there is no fixing the past”, or, like I, used to be proud of how well I could kill off a part of me that was hurting… AKA denial…

    Self denial is a survival technique, we can’t stand the pain of the trauma, which lives in the present, not the past!!! Trauma memories are different than regular memories, they don’t get integrated, they serve as a sort of alarm the body has, to protect itself from whatever situation happening again, the body remains alert, as if no time has passed since the original trauma. The fight or flight mechanism gets activated when conditions(real or imagined) similar to the original trauma occur. And you wonder why no one will recall resignation two days after they’ve gone through it? There is a wall of fear that comes up, it can be likened to the flaming sword that guards the entrance to the Garden of Eden… Ha!
    How does this relate to the Deaf Effect we experience? I suggest that resignation is the worst trauma anyone goes through. Resignation is humanity’s common trauma.
    As I understand it, trauma can be nearly anything where we experience helplessness, or there’s nothing we could have done, or, nothing we did do, we had no choice, but to take it… That is what distinguishes trauma.
    Just by the maturation of our brains, we find ourselves in a traumatic situation, ie; coming to terms with the insanity of the human condition and where and how the individual(us) fits in. We have no choice, but, to accept the unacceptable. I would say that thing is to kill off the child within, with denial…

    The cool thing(Yes!) and I suppose the point I’m getting to, is, if it’s true that resignation is trauma, we can understand the mechanics of it and understand what gives rise to the deaf effect, understand where it comes from, it’s source, what it actually is…
    When I read about the deaf effect, it’s a kind of mystery that we talk about and have given a name and descriptors, but, it’s much like talking about the human condition without Jeremy’s Explanation… If resignation is trauma, then we have something concrete to work with…. Pardon me if this distinction has already been made.:)
    This explains why the deaf effect is so stubborn too. Even if a person WANTS to participate in an activity that stimulates a past trauma, that person will experience a fear, like a wall, similar to the fear that one feels when losing their balance on the edge of a cliff, no-one, except in extraordinary situations, can stand that fear. It’s the amygdala’s response: fight or flight. When you discovered fire, there’s no reward that could get you to experience fire again… am I right?

    Right on target! The thought of entering “The Human Condition Park” is awful. Those that do make it(all of us reading this), have gone through trauma. Trauma imposed on us by a need to integrate into society and belong. So, the CONDITIONS of the Resignation Trauma are, self reflection about the human condition… Imagine the symptoms of PTSD applied to self reflection… No, I think I will just avoid thinking on that subject. Avoid books, people, conversations, anything that starts that “alarm”, I generate the deaf effect, to protect me from that alarm. I don’t question, I just stop and go the other way(mentally in this case). It’s what you’re supposed to do when those feelings come up. Probably an ancient genetically based survival system, a system to make sure we don’t have a repeat, life endangering experience. Only that, resignation doesn’t endanger our life(in general), but trauma is trauma and the “alarm” that it sounds will bring anyone to their knees! What incentive do I have to brave this terrible storm that apparently only I experience? All I see is a group of people that say they’re Free, but, religions have been saying that since long before I was born… I’m just playing devils advocate, cuz, I got it:), I’m just imagining what someone else might think.
    Resignation is trauma and it’s effects are in direct opposition to “know thyself”…
    Doing a Butterfly Hug when that “alarm” begins to sound, greatly reduces the feelings of panic, allowing the integration of these memories and discharging the upset they contain… just saying.:)
    We may not be able to defeat the deaf effect, but, perhaps we can find a short-cut through it…:)

  • in reply to: Generating interest online
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    Right on target! The thought of entering “The Human Condition Park” is awful. Those that do make it(all of us reading this), have gone through trauma. Trauma imposed on us by a need to integrate into society and belong. So, the CONDITIONS of the Resignation Trauma are, self reflection about the human condition… Imagine the symptoms of PTSD applied to self reflection… No, I think I will just avoid thinking on that subject. Avoid books, people, conversations, anything that starts that “alarm”, I generate the deaf effect, to protect me from that alarm. I don’t question, I just stop and go the other way(mentally in this case). It’s what you’re supposed to do when those feelings come up. Probably an ancient genetically based survival system, a system to make sure we don’t have a repeat, life endangering experience. Only that, resignation doesn’t endanger our life(in general), but trauma is trauma and the “alarm” that it sounds will bring anyone to their knees! What incentive do I have to brave this terrible storm that apparently only I experience? All I see is a group of people that say they’re Free, but, religions have been saying that since long before I was born… I’m just playing devils advocate, cuz, I got it:), I’m just imagining what someone else might think.
    Resignation is trauma and it’s effects are in direct opposition to “know thyself”…
    Doing a Butterfly Hug when that “alarm” begins to sound, greatly reduces the feelings of panic, allowing the integration of these memories and discharging the upset they contain… just saying.:)
    We may not be able to defeat the deaf effect, but, perhaps we can find a short-cut through it…:)

  • in reply to: Generating interest online
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    The Deaf Effect… nothing like having a mighty dragon to slay… if only it was that easy…
    I noticed something two days ago when I tried to share my experience of EMDR Therapy with a friend. Briefly, EMDR(Eye Movement Desensitization & Reprocessing) is a way of removing or discharging the effects of trauma for an individual. The results I had were beyond my wildest dreams, but, I was also willing to re experience(in my mind) my trauma as part of the EMDR process.
    My friend(s) have had terrible childhoods, full of abuse and trauma, far worse than I, so, having discovered this “miracle” cure(results vary), I wanted to share it. I’ve already shared about my experience with a few people in my life, as a matter of fact, it and the WTM seem to be my favorite subjects lately.:)

    I noticed, that with my friend, it was really difficult to steer the conversation where it needed to go, to address the subject of personal trauma(s)(just mine to start with). My friend can talk about his past traumas, but, remotely, held at a mental arms length, something out there and allowed just a glance(do you know what I mean…?). I tried to bring the conversation back time and time again, just to distinguish in my friends mind, what I was actually talking about and where I had to mentally go in order to do this work. He would come up with things like; “I let all that stuff go, otherwise, it hurts and upsets too much and there is no fixing the past”, or, like I, used to be proud of how well I could kill off a part of me that was hurting… AKA denial…

    Self denial is a survival technique, we can’t stand the pain of the trauma, which lives in the present, not the past!!! Trauma memories are different than regular memories, they don’t get integrated, they serve as a sort of alarm the body has, to protect itself from whatever situation happening again, the body remains alert, as if no time has passed since the original trauma. The fight or flight mechanism gets activated when conditions(real or imagined) similar to the original trauma occur. And you wonder why no one will recall resignation two days after they’ve gone through it? There is a wall of fear that comes up, it can be likened to the flaming sword that guards the entrance to the Garden of Eden… Ha!
    How does this relate to the Deaf Effect we experience? I suggest that resignation is the worst trauma anyone goes through. Resignation is humanity’s common trauma.
    As I understand it, trauma can be nearly anything where we experience helplessness, or there’s nothing we could have done, or, nothing we did do, we had no choice, but to take it… That is what distinguishes trauma.
    Just by the maturation of our brains, we find ourselves in a traumatic situation, ie; coming to terms with the insanity of the human condition and where and how the individual(us) fits in. We have no choice, but, to accept the unacceptable. I would say that thing is to kill off the child within, with denial…

    The cool thing(Yes!) and I suppose the point I’m getting to, is, if it’s true that resignation is trauma, we can understand the mechanics of it and understand what gives rise to the deaf effect, understand where it comes from, it’s source, what it actually is…
    When I read about the deaf effect, it’s a kind of mystery that we talk about and have given a name and descriptors, but, it’s much like talking about the human condition without Jeremy’s Explanation… If resignation is trauma, then we have something concrete to work with…. Pardon me if this distinction has already been made.:)
    This explains why the deaf effect is so stubborn too. Even if a person WANTS to participate in an activity that stimulates a past trauma, that person will experience a fear, like a wall, similar to the fear that one feels when losing their balance on the edge of a cliff, no-one, except in extraordinary situations, can stand that fear. It’s the amygdala’s response: fight or flight. When you discovered fire, there’s no reward that could get you to experience fire again… am I right?

  • in reply to: Generating interest online
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    I had to laugh at one of my friends comments about my happiness, “As long as it’s not manic”, ha! I, at one point, had considered that possibility and I suppose time will tell, but, I know this is more than a mood, because I still have bad moods, ha! It’s like waves on the ocean surface, what matter is that to the whole ocean? I didn’t come up with that analogy, but, it fits.
    As part of my thank you, that also fulfills my purpose…
    I found SOMETHING. If you take the time to read some of the materiel, watch some of the short videos and actually use your critical thinking ability, to put the ideas to the test. I know you will be interested! We’re Home dude!!!:)

    Home

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    Religion is a refuge from the upset in the world, it’s good, but, the underlying cause of the upset remains un explained, until now! A logical biological explanation for the way we humans are, by its very nature liberates and redeems how we feel inside, just by understanding it… https://www.humancondition.com/
    Nothing for sale on this website!

    This understanding unites: ! A logical biological explanation for the way we humans are, by its very nature liberates and redeems how we feel inside, just by understanding it… https://www.humancondition.com/
    Nothing for sale on this website
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    Yeah, I stumbled on this awhile ago and everything is different! I’m free! Ha! nothing like sounding like a kook, but, there really is no other way to say it. This Explanation about the human condition melted away my guilt, alienation, my selfishness of all things, ha! I thought selfishness was the natural order of things! Of course, a person has to spend the time and energy to understand what’s being presented, but, anyone can understand it and that is why, in part, it’s so powerful, it’s universal.
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    Resignation is the worst thing any of us go through, it’s so painful in fact, maybe 2% of adults can even go there mentally and remember when they killed off the kid they are, in order to become an adult. The human condition ; love-hate, cruelty-mercy, kindness-indifference, and all the rest of the contradictions we adults have normalized. I suggest with the rise of technology and the availability of information, none of which explains the human condition, just descriptions of it and various coping mechanisms. The hope of reconciling this mess we’re all in, that every person wrestles with during resignation, is looking pretty hopeless.

    Wanted to suggest that there is an answer and it’s logical and rational, at least that’s what I’ve concluded. There’s videos and a free book, nothing for sale on this website.: https://www.humancondition.com/

  • in reply to: Songs of resignation and hope
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    The Fountain of Lamneth

    [I. In the Valley]

    I am born
    I am me
    I am new
    I am free
    Look at me
    I am young
    Sight unseen
    Life unsung
    My eyes have just been opened
    And they’re open very wide
    Images around me
    Don’t identify inside
    Just one blur I recognize
    The one that soothes and feeds
    My way of life is easy
    And as simple are my needs
    Yet my eyes are drawn toward
    The mountain in the east
    Fascinates and captivates
    Gives my heart no peace
    The mountain holds the sunrise
    In the prison of the night
    Until bursting forth from rocky chains
    The valley floods with light
    Living one long sunrise
    For to me all things are new
    I’ve never watched the sky grow pale
    Or strolled through fields of dew
    I do not know of dust to dust
    I live from breath to breath
    I live to climb that mountain
    To the Fountain of Lamneth

    [II. Didacts and Narpets]

    Stay! Go!
    Work! No!
    Learn! Live!
    Earn! Give!
    Stay or fight? What’s right?
    Listen!

    [III. No One At the Bridge]

    Crying back to consciousness
    The coldness grips my skin
    The sky is pitching violently
    Drawn by shrieking winds
    Seaspray blurs my vision
    Waves roll by so fast
    Save my ship of freedom
    I’m lashed helpless to the mast
    Remembering when first I held
    The wheel in my own hands
    I took the helm so eagerly
    And sailed for distant lands
    But now the sea’s too heavy
    And I just…I just don’t understand
    Why must my crew desert me?
    When I need…I need a guiding hand
    Call out for direction
    And there’s no one there to steer
    Shout out for salvation
    But there’s no one there to hear
    Cry out supplication
    For the maelstrom is near
    Scream out desperation
    But no one cares to hear

    [IV. Panacea]

    The whiteness of confusion
    Is unfolding from my mind
    I stare around in wonder
    Have I left my life behind?
    I catch the scent of ambergris
    And turn my head, surprised
    My gaze is caught and held and I
    Am helpless… mesmerized
    Panacea, liquid grace
    Oh let me touch your fragile face
    Enchantment falls around me
    And I know I cannot leave
    Here’s a meaning for my life
    A shelter from the storm
    Pacify my troubles with
    Her body, soft and warm
    Naked in our unity
    A smile for every tear
    Gentle hands that promise me
    Comfort through the years
    Yet I know I must be gone
    Before the light of dawn
    Panacea, passion pure
    I can’t resist your gentle lure
    My heart will lie beside you
    And my wandering body grieves

    [V. Bacchus Plateau]

    Another endless day
    Silhouettes of grey
    Another glass of wine
    Drink with eyes that shine
    To days without that chill at morning
    Night’s time out of mind

    Draw another goblet
    From the cask of ’43
    Crimson misty memory
    Hazy glimpse of me
    Give me back my wonder
    I’ve something more to give
    I guess it doesn’t matter
    There’s not much more to live

    Another foggy dawn
    The mountain almost gone
    Another doubtful fear
    The road is not so clear
    My soul grows ever weary
    And the end is ever near

    [VI. The Fountain]

    Look! The mist is rising
    And the sun is peaking through
    See the steps grow lighter
    As I reach their final few
    Hear the dancing waters
    I must be drawing near
    Feel, my heart is pounding
    With embattled hope and fear
    Now, at last I fall before
    The Fountain of Lamneth
    I thought I would be singing
    But I’m tired…out of breath
    Many journeys end here
    But, the secret’s told the same
    Life is just a candle and a dream
    Must give it flame
    The key, the end, the answer
    Stripped of their disguise
    Still it’s all confusion
    And tears spring to my eyes
    Though I’ve reached a signpost
    It’s really not the end
    Like Old Sol behind the mountain
    I’ll be coming up again
    I’m in motion
    I am still
    I am crying
    I am…still
    I’m together
    I’m apart
    I’m forever
    At the start
    Still…I am

  • in reply to: Songs of resignation and hope
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    The Analog Kid

    A hot and windy August afternoon
    Has the trees in constant motion
    With a flash of silver leaves
    As they’re rocking in the breeze

    The boy lies in the grass with one blade
    Stuck between his teeth
    A vague sensation quickens
    In his young and restless heart

    And a bright and nameless vision
    Has him longing to depart

    You move me
    You move me
    With your buildings and your eyes
    Autumn woods and winter skies

    You move me
    You move me
    Open sea and city lights
    Busy streets and dizzy heights

    You call me
    You call me

    The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
    Dances on the edge of his dream
    And her voice rings in his ears
    Like the music of the spheres

    The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
    Staring at the sky
    His mother starts to call him
    As a hawk goes soaring by

    And the boy pulls down his baseball cap
    And covers up his eyes

    Too many hands on my time
    Too many feelings
    Too many things on my mind

    When I leave I don’t know
    What I’m hoping to find

    And when I leave I don’t know
    What I’m leaving behind

    https://genius.com/Rush-the-analog-kid-lyrics
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    The Package

    Clever got me this far
    Then tricky got me in
    Eye on what I’m after
    Don’t need another friend
    Smile and drop the cliche
    ‘Til you think I’m listening
    Take just what I came for
    Then I’m out the door again

    Peripheral on the package
    Don’t care to settle in
    Time to feed the monster
    I don’t need another friend
    Comfort is a mystery
    Crawling out of my own skin
    Just give me what I came for
    Then I’m out the door again

    Lie to gain what I came for
    Lie to gain just what I need
    Lie to gain what I crave
    Lie and smile to get what’s mine

    Eye on what I’m after
    I don’t need another friend
    Nod and watch your lips move
    If you need me to pretend
    Because clever got me this far
    Then tricky got me in
    I’ll take just what I came for
    Then I’m out the door again

    Lie to gain what I came for
    Lie to gain what I need now
    Lie to gain what I’m craving
    Lie and smile and get what’s mine
    Give this to me

    Mine, mine, mine
    Take what’s mine
    Mine, mine, mine
    Take what’s mine
    (exhaling)

    Lie to gain what I came for
    Lie to gain what I need now
    Lie to gain what I crave
    Lie, just smile and get what’s mine

    Give this to me
    Take what’s mine
    Mine, mine, mine
    Take what’s mine

    Give this to me

    Take what’s mine
    Take what’s mine
    Mine
    Take what’s mine
    Take what’s mine
    Take what’s mine
    This is mine
    Mine
    Mine


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    The Weapon

    We’ve got nothing to fear…but fear itself
    Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy
    Not the faulty units in this mad machinery
    Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry
    With an iron fist in a velvet glove
    We are sheltered under the gun
    In the glory game on the power train
    Thy kingdom’s will be done

    And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us

    He’s not afraid of your judgment
    He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
    He’s a little bit afraid of dying
    But he’s a lot more afraid of your lying
    And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him

    Can any part of life be larger than life?
    Even love must be limited by time
    And those who push us down that they might climb
    Is any killer worth more than his crime?
    Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
    We don’t see what they’re made of
    They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
    They live for the things they’re afraid of

    And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them


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  • in reply to: Songs of resignation and hope
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    Capitals are the artist’s
    The Devin Townsend Project
    Awake.

    Hey… You’re awake
    And it keeps you where you wanted to be known
    That’s alright You know that you’ve been framed
    All the way
    And it keeps you’re wanting to be known
    But that’s alright… You’re only human, boy…
    Take your inhibitions going home
    Hey! You’re awake!
    And that keeps you where you’re wanting to be owned
    That’s alright, You’re only evil…
    ‘Eh’ all the way!
    And it keeps you where you wanting to be owned
    Thats alright, you’re only human boy, So stay a while…
    ALL THE WORLDS A STAGE AND WE ARE HOME AGAIN!
    ALL THE WORLDS AFRAID BUT WE ARE HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN!
    Away from home? WAIT!
    I died a little… Waiting, waiting…
    I want to be set free… On the road again for you and me
    Tell your partner that you’ll be on the way, so get up get up…
    WE’RE FAR TOO OLD TO WHINE ABOUT IT!
    Hey, You’re awake
    And it keeps you where you’ve wanted to be known
    That’s alright, We knew we knew the way… All the way
    And it keeps us where we wanted to be on time…
    Oh, then sooner or later it comes…
    And we’re free!
    I’m free!
    I’m free!
    ALL THE WORLDS A STAGE AND WE ARE HOME AGAIN!
    ALL THE WORLDS AFRAID BUT WE ARE HOME AGAIN, HOME AGAIN!
    Away from home? WAIT!
    I died a little… Waiting, waiting…
    I want to be set free… On the bond again for you and for me…
    Without a haunted song we’d be all alone… So get up, get up, get up…
    NOW DECONSTRUCT!

    All the worlds afraid….all the worlds afraid…

    And we looked up to the stars last night
    And I saw that maybe…there was nothing more?
    …and my thought turned!


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    DTP
    Numbered

    Ah, we are numbered
    We are numb, we are not alone
    Ah, we are numbered
    We are numb, we are numb…

    All the world’s been waiting for a photograph
    All the time we’ve waited for a sign
    It’ll soon be over, all we want is honesty
    It’ll soon be over, all we’ve got is time

    Ah, we are numbered
    We are numb, we are not alone
    Ah, we are numbered
    We are numb, we are numb…

    So we search for home
    Only god knows god
    I’m alright to fly!
    Only we both know we never once were right…
    But we tried
    Say it!

    Ah, we are numbered
    We are numb, we are not alone
    Ah, we are numbered
    We are numb, we are numb…


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  • in reply to: The OPTOMISTIC Arrow
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    Hi Roz!
    The science of Yoga (uses scientific methods to explore what’s inside, and since no objective experiments can take place within a person, it’s not considered science, or something like that) has it’s own cosmology and although not called negative entropy, that’s exactly what it is. They also talk about the planes of mind, ie; Instinctive -Intellectual -Spiritual. Not separate, they shade into each other. In their own words they explain how difficult of a stage the intellect is and how the light of the Spiritual mind is just beginning to dawn in mankind… As starters, “Fourteen Lessons in Yogi Philosophy and Oriental Occultism” by Yogi Ramacharaka and “Advanced Course in Yogi Philosophy and …” by the same author, are excellent. Get the blue/green hardcover, not the yellow paperback!!!

    https://www.amazon.com/Fourteen-Lessons-Philosophy-Oriental-Occultism/dp/0911662014

  • in reply to: Moments of Transformation
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    For clarification, INTP is one of sixteen personality types as determined by the Myers–Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI)

  • in reply to: Moments of Transformation
    Zzantor
    Zzantor
    Participant

    Roz,
    I too, cannot sit by and wait. I mean, a person has to do something(“If I choose not to decide, I still have made a choice”) and I have always wanted(needed) to have a purpose… other than survival or pleasure and those aren’t a purpose. Probably because I am an INTP, I see inconsistencies, or a lack of integrity, or lack of wholeness, I look for what’s wrong within systems, including philosophical systems, which this is. I’ve never found a system without a schism inside, or if a system does have integrity, it’s only that way within a realm. Jeremy’s Explanation is “all encompassing” and what I call in my own mind, A Perfect Sphere. If we can compare it with with The Holy Grail, or The Ark of the Covenant, to me, a Perfect Sphere is that rare! …at least as far as my search has gone… Having found The Explanation for the puzzle of my life, my Purpose just arises; I must live in a world where everyone is free(of the HC)! As good as I feel now, must pale to nothing in comparison to how I will feel when humanity wakes up, I cannot even dream of what’s possible!:) “Wave upon wave of demented avengers, march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream”
    This may or may not be the place to ask or talk about it, but, I wonder what’s involved in starting a center? I can’t believe there’s not one here in California.

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