It's been three weeks since I started to listen the Brain Super Charger CD, and I must admit that things are beginning to change for the better.
Maybe it's just because of the deep relaxation, or maybe it's Mozarts concerto for two piano's, I don't know why, but I can really get the sense that I'm in for something completely different.
It's like; the other day I was in a meeting at work. It was, as usual, not very entertaining and totally useless; but then one of the older men began to make noises. He was smacking his lips and letting out small grunts. I glanced over at him and realized that he was asleep. The meeting went on without him, but every now and then he would grunt or smack his lips, and the expression on the big bosses face was a joy tee behold.
One couldn't help but smile. We were all exchanging eye contact and trying not to smile, but it soon became too much for us to cope with. First one person started laughing, then another, and pretty soon we were all laughing. The laughter woke the old guy up, and his attempt to act like nothing had happened really got us going. The only person not amused by it all was the boss, but to his credit, he didn't tell the old lad off till he had him alone after the meeting.
The old guys response, out of the bosses hearing, of course, was: "Fuck him if he can't take a joke!"
I got me thinking. Like; every person at that meeting had a totally different aspect of it - in that everyone saw the meeting without themselves in it - because everyone at the meeting could see everyone but themselves.
Do you get my drift?
It's like we all see the world around us, but we don't see what other people see, because they can see us, and we see a world without us; and as such, in a way, we are all observers of a world that is slightly different.
I was thinking about it all while shaving; and it occurred to me that while I can look in a mirror to see myself; I can only see one aspect of myself. All I can see is the front side. I suppose I could surround myself with mirrors to see myself from as many angles as possible, but I would still only be seeing the things that I choose to see. In a way, we all distort what we see. Be it from prejudice, love, hate, hope, or self preservation, we all distort what we see; and to make matters even more complicated we all have our own little worlds within the bigger world, and we call a small part of that inner world our conscious mind. Our conscious mind is what we use to try to fool the world we see into believing we are something completely different than what we actually know, or think we know, ourselves to be.
But are we really what we think we are? I doubt it. I also think we are wrong in what we think other people are. We are obviously wrong. How could one not be? How can anyone actually get it right?
The world is illusion, the only solid truth in it is that we are here observing it, and that we are jumping to wrong conclusions. It's like; God made the world, and then He wanted to see what it was like from every angle. Every crack in this world is teeming with life! It's like: Let's see what it looks like from this aspect, or this one, and observers are all over the place. I have no doubt that as I type, seemingly alone, typing away in my computer room, drinking my beer, smoking my ciggy, that I am being observed, and that I'm being very carefully weighed up by spiders.
They'd better be careful, because if I see them I'll kill the ugly wee bastards.
Waltre de Daltre
Maybe it's just because of the deep relaxation, or maybe it's Mozarts concerto for two piano's, I don't know why, but I can really get the sense that I'm in for something completely different.
It's like; the other day I was in a meeting at work. It was, as usual, not very entertaining and totally useless; but then one of the older men began to make noises. He was smacking his lips and letting out small grunts. I glanced over at him and realized that he was asleep. The meeting went on without him, but every now and then he would grunt or smack his lips, and the expression on the big bosses face was a joy tee behold.
One couldn't help but smile. We were all exchanging eye contact and trying not to smile, but it soon became too much for us to cope with. First one person started laughing, then another, and pretty soon we were all laughing. The laughter woke the old guy up, and his attempt to act like nothing had happened really got us going. The only person not amused by it all was the boss, but to his credit, he didn't tell the old lad off till he had him alone after the meeting.
The old guys response, out of the bosses hearing, of course, was: "Fuck him if he can't take a joke!"
I got me thinking. Like; every person at that meeting had a totally different aspect of it - in that everyone saw the meeting without themselves in it - because everyone at the meeting could see everyone but themselves.
Do you get my drift?
It's like we all see the world around us, but we don't see what other people see, because they can see us, and we see a world without us; and as such, in a way, we are all observers of a world that is slightly different.
I was thinking about it all while shaving; and it occurred to me that while I can look in a mirror to see myself; I can only see one aspect of myself. All I can see is the front side. I suppose I could surround myself with mirrors to see myself from as many angles as possible, but I would still only be seeing the things that I choose to see. In a way, we all distort what we see. Be it from prejudice, love, hate, hope, or self preservation, we all distort what we see; and to make matters even more complicated we all have our own little worlds within the bigger world, and we call a small part of that inner world our conscious mind. Our conscious mind is what we use to try to fool the world we see into believing we are something completely different than what we actually know, or think we know, ourselves to be.
But are we really what we think we are? I doubt it. I also think we are wrong in what we think other people are. We are obviously wrong. How could one not be? How can anyone actually get it right?
The world is illusion, the only solid truth in it is that we are here observing it, and that we are jumping to wrong conclusions. It's like; God made the world, and then He wanted to see what it was like from every angle. Every crack in this world is teeming with life! It's like: Let's see what it looks like from this aspect, or this one, and observers are all over the place. I have no doubt that as I type, seemingly alone, typing away in my computer room, drinking my beer, smoking my ciggy, that I am being observed, and that I'm being very carefully weighed up by spiders.
They'd better be careful, because if I see them I'll kill the ugly wee bastards.
Waltre de Daltre
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