Equinox Spirituality

If thoughts make the world it is obvious that one would want to increase the amount of positive thoughts over negative. Freewill may suggest that one may have any sort of thoughts one wishes. Is the mind so easily controlled? Is it even beneficial to try to control one's own mind? And to what extent is the mind influenced by outside sources?  The only judge of your thoughts is you, except if the result is negative behaviors or words. But that would assume that one is aware of the thoughts before action. Perhaps that is why hesitancy is prized in the Tao Te Ching. That we may be conscious actors and not unconscious reactionaries.   Less

I have always tried to be good, and although I have thought of trying to be bad, I don't think that would work. All the things I've written have become ashes, 90% of it, the words at some point became too heavy. This blog too is a mandala to be flushed into the river one day. I think of my thoughts and the things I print out, the cars and clothes like that. Everything to be eroded by water or forgotten in fire. That's how the world ends, all the stories say that. They blame it on God, but it may just be time and circumstance, you know, nature.  I'm still discussing what I want to be when I grow up, it's like the end of the world, you'll never know when it happens, and they'll write about it after.  I guess I'll set a goal and leave it up to magic and wishful thinking, but really the elucidation of the goal, the cheesy vision board of desire will implore me to work on the goal slowly. After some time I will remember that I made a goal and it will either b...

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While groping to find that something which may change the drudgery, thinking of spirituality as a set of goals in the future, it is like an ambitiousness which tries to rid itself of ambition. That is why I give up so readily, quit so thoroughly, that I am left with nothing. I have felt such a beautiful emptiness, seen such a lovely death, that the contradictions became laughing. Like wanting to be rich and wanting to be free, wanting lots of money and yearning for love.  The contradictions gave me bad dreams when I was even able to sleep, but I seem to have slept so much that now I skip nights and nap in the afternoon. I leafed through Descartes and stopped opening the book when I came upon his aversion of people deterring his "leisure" time. With that I agreed at the very least. But the emptiness is more notable, the Buddha talked about it. The emptiness that became everything... Tathagatagarbha ... Lalalalala. The fat laughing Buddha of our previous statue. Do you imagine ...