thoughts

Thruth
Aware
Harmony -> activity
Harmony -> lifeforms, life
Consciousness
Consciousness -> shifting
Consciousness -> widening
Consciousness -> connecting

Love
Layers -> de-cover

Vision of life -> based: senses, activity observed, reactivity

Tolerance to everything -> form depended
Tolerance -> life, substances

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sixth sense compass

It is sunday 12 february. I went walking today in the afternoon.
Good weather. sky covered by a uniform sheet of clouds.
I live in Antwerp. I went walking west.
During the walk I set the focus of my consciuos on my body and the top of my head. After several kilometers I came across a junction and I wondered which way to go. I switched my conscious and I got an answer.
A feeling,(knowledge ?) in a specific direction and the name of the city Zelzate. I had that city in my mind previuously as a possile destination.
but the real target of the walk was walking. with additional goal of doing more or less straight distance. I mean not just a bit of walking in the neighborhood, But covering a significant distance west.

I turned the other direction and came upon the arterial road connecting Antwerp with Genth. comparing its direction with the direction I got indicates that the direction for Zelzate was probably correct.

Information derived from instict, sixth sense is correct since it is not a assumption. But a cognitive roadmap in my head with associate direction of travel can be wrong as I have found in the past.

enemies

For every species there is a enemy. (no exceptions ?) For humans some humans are enemies. Every species when it has no other species as enemy then it is its own enemy.

It will destroy its habitat. It will grow in numbers, becoming too numerous.

Is it possible that their are no enemies necessary ?

We are all divers. That diversity is beneficial, compensational.

Monoculture breeds opposed to diversity.

sixth sense

I am writing about my experience today. When I google about sixth sense I come across this quote.

“Sense of place is the sixth sense, an internal compass and map made by memory and spatial perception together.”

Rebecca Solnit, Savage Dreams: A Journey into the Landscape Wars of the American West

It is wrong. As I have learned. Sixth sense is non cognitive. So it is not made of memory and spatial perception.  Memory, cognitive perception (spatial and otherwise) exist of course. They can influence your cognitive sense of place. Let’s hope that cognitive perception is correct.

greetings from a searcher

I lie to myself continuously

You read the title correctly.

What is more everybody does it. It is something done automatically.

I was reading the book “Zen and the art of motormaintenance” I wrote a review on facebook about it. I notice that when I wrote about what happened to me when I read it I blame the book. Then I realized that was not true. What happened to me I did myself. Inspired by what I read and by thought, associations, a tale got spun n my head.

the facebook post (in dutch) https://www.facebook.com/search/top/?q=zen&filters_rp_author=me

When I am angry with a person I think about them in bad terms. Like bastard, bitch and so on. even when I know the person and there from know those thoughts are not true.

The above are not continuous situations.

When I look at people I see not the truth, because I look not for the truth but for matching with assumptions and judgements. I also do not look for what is going on and what is the cause.

I look with a narrow  and opinionated mind. With such a mind HOW can I – everybody,anybody –  do the right thing?

On the side.: This is sort of the reason why I am more afraid of the general public than of Donald Trump. He has a growing and International opposition, Including members of establishment. The general public has no opposition for it self. Except for the last straw that broke the camels back. It is also the reason we are in the mess we are in. To some degree.

writing this means I am aware. At least about that.

Is there however a salvation for those that are aware. Yes. Look for the truth. Look at the dirt for clarity about the dirt and what . It grows. You recognise more and more that what comes up in your mind is an opinion.

It is not just lying to your self but also placing things in your mind haphazardly, sloppy. You can only place things in your mind if you find a fit.

my road so far

This post is inspired by http://www.saschahjort.com/what-is-spirituality/

My spirituality.  It started around the beginning of the summer or of 2006 some eleven years ago. Oops not true. It started earlier. with meditation.  Or even earlier when as a child I read comic books. Those books did not take me away, as we are acustomed to think of it. It’s my imagination spinning in my head the scenes of the comic book that took me away. For nothing but the love of adveture. That is also spirituality. But not that of buddhism, shamanism, christianity, islam, communing with nature. No that is of a different nature.

2006 though was a year that started something. Better said something (‘s) was/where started then. Struggle. Growth. Falling and getting up again. Recognising my nature. Fumbling, luckily not lethal but definitely very painfully to the point of being made in some way incapacitatted. ,Although it should have been much worse considering. I did not have bronchitis

A friend said I’m strong. I was surprised to hear that. But that I overlooked my situation and I had to agree. He is strong to. He has Multiple Scleroses. Doctors are baffled be how well he does. according to them he should be paralysed a long time ago. With this on my mind now I feel some crying , no tears though,  from happiness and sadness. I have felt despaire over my condition. Understandable. But it does no good crying over spilled milk. And quoting monthy python : when your chewing on life’s gristle don’t grumble . give a whistle https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ECUtkv2qV8 It does no arm crying a little. It can give relief. After, I can breath a little easier.

I just started a page to further and in depth tell this story. It gives it then a more permanent nature than this blog post.

The rest of this post shall be reflections on my myself inspired by the writing of  Sascha Hjort.

Thank you Sascha.

What life am I going to live ? Not coasting. One of exploration, learning. Learning what makes us, me included tic. Not out of idle curiosity but out of need. Need for myself for humans. for a better future. This will cause me to have interesting times ahead.

To learn what I need I must for the foreseeable future not go to university. For there my time will be spend filling my head with knowledge. A lot of knowledge in a relative short amount time. No I must learn what it takes to learn. oops I already know that. It is wrapping my head around it. twisting , turning and scaling  how I look at it until I get it. Voila I know what it takes. If you recognise the previous than you also knew. Do I also know how ?

Wrong . That is also not what I currently need to gain. I need to clarify, make clear what I learned so far. Take it out of the castle in the sky and put in my house on the ground.

After having learned what makes us tic I need to apply that to show others.

My days as wallflower will be over then.

have a nice time

Signing of

Guy Bongers De Buck

fopspeen and more

 

I ones was shown a book  I felt compelled to read it from cover to cover. Compelled I believe because it fit me. It was set in something like the middle-ages . the protagonist was a talented man with golden hands so to speak. He travelled around Europe seeing war and such. When he was in trouble his childhood friend . An abt. Saved him from execution. and put him to work in his monastery where he made sculptures of great mastership. It’s a well written book. Spiritual in some sense.

To put on a thought of a different line.  An acquaintance of mine said to someone with psychological problem that his playing of his didgeridoo was  a fetish. I would call it a fopspeen. I’m not sure that it was just that. Sherlock Holmes played violin especiall

y if he needed a state of mind conducive to solving a problem. Was his didgeridoo really a fopspeen ? Playing can give distraction. But. It can also be a medium to put oneself in a conducive state of mind by which one can solve a problem. If necessary unconsciously.  I suspect it was a fopspeen though. He looked like a broken man.
Books can be a fopspeen too. If the readers manages to follow the storyline and become enchanted.
Books can bring understanding, expansion of the mind.

Soap operas …..

Goodbye