Posts by wearyowl29

Porta said:wearyowl29, my dear Dragon, listen,
I don’t quite know why, but I find you rather dear... despite being this totally exhausted, poor, misunderstood, run-of-the-mill mother, woman, American, and Catholic... and since I know I'm basically your unreachable idol, I'll let you in on a little secret. A little secret for a total fresh start for you and your whole family. It involves a teaching method that is, frankly, out of this world.

So, are you ready to hear it?

Oh, Portisimo, honey, I realized you're actually some kind of otherworldly hero, so I think I'll pass on your sweet little secret. See, my passport just expired, and while the new one is being processed, I can't exactly cross borders to wander into your little world.

But where on earth did you get all those labels from? Calling me exhausted, poor, and misunderstood? Or an average mom? A woman—well, more like a black hole in the universe! And then labeling me an American—honestly, the sound of the nation alone makes me shudder, and I'll even spare you a kiss on my church mouse for calling me a Catholic!

And what about you? Where is your own list? You're a frantic, bearded feminist, a wicked old hag, a hybrid lesbian, a hot-headed drug dealer, a political amateur, a matriarch sitting on her own eggs, a polished brat with no hairstyle, a lying Eve without a snake... oh, goodness, there's plenty more where that came from...

You really dazzled me there, Portisimo. 😲

rowdydriver52 said:What else was I supposed to say? That all those sightings and the chaos in the UFO corridor over the last few years were just because my DNA is so top-tier? Please, I still have a tiny shred of modesty left in me.
And what should I have told my wife? "Hey honey, aliens are constantly trying to snatch me away," just so the poor woman would lose her mind? How am I even meant to explain why I’m gone for months at a time? Right now, she thinks I'm just out on field assignments... It's not exactly her idea of a perfect marriage, but hey, she's happy enough.

At the end of the day, what woman actually wants to find out her husband is sharing his genes with half the galaxy?

Look, you're not doing too bad, my hero. Don't worry about keeping the wife in the loop—even if they find out eventually, just enjoy the ride while it lasts! 😁

Los Angeles said:Wow. So that's your big epiphany? Why didn't you just say so earlier?

But listen,
Nemesis, I am not your son, keep that in mind.
You can take that energy elsewhere.
It's a bit late for me... isn't it?
🙂
Why are you even bothering with Los Angeles?
Stick to the actual topic...
Unless he's standing between you and your husband,
then your kids are missing out on that foundation,
that primary environment they need to grow into healthy people,
so what does that have to do with me?

Where did this sudden attack on me come from?
Well, Baba Yaga says it best... the second someone gets triggered by a stereotype or some "perfect mommy" mask worn by someone who fakes caring for their little ones (while actually blaming the whole world for their own inability to handle their family), they start striking out like a rattlesnake in the grass, just like Jean-Jacques Rousseau might describe.

Don't project your husband onto me, because I am not him.
And please, don't project your personal issues onto society at large... or onto the supposed lack of perfect parenting for your wunderkind, okay?
Why open up topics you aren't ready to handle?

And btw.

I have zero issues with kids. In fact, I let the child inside me learn from their wisdom. When that soul chooses my wife and me as its closest circle—because souls choose where they go, not us—it will be accepted in exactly the way it needs to be for its optimal development at that moment.

In other words, I am the kind of man any woman would want as a father, a mother, a friend, or a leader for herself and her children...
😁 😁 😁 😁 😁

"Where I could not, You shall be able to
where I stopped, You shall proceed"

That's what the Old Dragon says. And I say it to you. Because how else can I deal with you than to humbly lower my gaze and stay quiet while you march through my posts.

Still...
when a grown man consciously wants to preserve his childhood joys within himself, even as a mature adult, we can call that a basic human need to hold onto our most precious experiences.
From time to time, that can serve as a sanctuary for a weary
spirit, but it isn't a way to overcome real problems.
When someone finds their sanctuary and their way to fight life's hardships through infantilism—thinking that personal naivety, irresponsibility, or immaturity will act as a sufficient shield—and when that fails, they just inflate their ego.
That's why the Ego expands to the size of a
massive football stadium, until they can loudly proclaim, "I am the man every woman would want as a father, a mother..." and so on.

Maybe. 🙏
Too bad your genetic material isn't for sale; honestly, the world would be
much happier if the little humans inherited your divine qualities.

The age of Pharaohs is over. The royal lilies have long since withered, princes have abdicated, great dictators have vanished, and there aren't even grand debates on religion or spirituality anymore. All that's left are ordinary, trivial problems, just like the issue of parenting itself. 👎 😁

Velma said:That sentence is just plain scandalous to me.

Kids get raised, while dogs get trained. 🙄

I mean, kids are raised, seals perform in circuses, elephants are trained, and dogs are schooled...
as outrageous as that might sound!

In the world of working dog breeding, there’s actually a huge distinction between mere training and true schooling.😁

Porto said:[:

The "pedagogy" I’m talking about is actually quite straightforward:

We need to understand ourselves first, so we can truly understand our kids.

~fin
🙂 [/B]

That’s just how Porto rolls; basically, "get to know yourself so you realize you shouldn't have kids in the first place." Honestly, suggesting otherwise would be totally irresponsible!

👍

rowdydriver52 said:[
This thread is about spirituality, isn't it? Not just some letters to the editor in a local newspaper or a gossip column, right?
Or am I totally off base here?
🙄 [/B]

Look, this is a thread about spirituality, and the way I see it, that touches every single fiber of our existence! You can't even trust basic household upbringing, so please forgive me if I offend anyone by opening up such trivial, mundane topics. Life is so much richer than just studying tiny little PARASITES.

What does our own parenting actually mean???

Absolutely nothing. They’re just our Lego bricks—little toys we stack according to our frustrated whims, driven by hormonal cycles, following whatever bossy mood strikes us, which is really just a generational trend born somewhere back in time when mothers were busy playing with their little parasites in the basement.

On top of that, we let these tiny little little devils manipulate us! Because as unspiritual people, we allow ourselves to have children, forget all about spiritual growth, and drown in these low-level, earthly illusions. Honestly, we don't even deserve pity. Besides, we don't even grasp the concept of energy theft—you know, those "energy vampires."

And those little worms are simply destined to be worms until they encounter a "True Parent." Until they meet them, perhaps many years down the line, they’ll just stumble into conscious learning on their own—mothers are merely providers, the ones feeding the nest, but they don't provide the wind in the sails; that’s what "Parents" with a capital P do. They step in to fix the situation.

Any kind of upbringing is better than none at all—even if it comes from spiritually neglected moms or dads—than being raised by the streets, society, subcultures, the internet, the media, or whatever else! And "True Parents" don't have to show up for every single little worm—they won't—and time flies, the parasites grow, and they turn into massive PARASITES because they lack the guidance, and then they go on to raise their own parasites, and so on...

Forget it.

Don't make kids, Portisiti, because there isn't some perfect pedagogy out there that will satisfy you and turn your children into actual human beings; you'll eventually have to pray to the gods for help anyway.👍

rowdydriver52 said:Oh, how lovely... just mold them into perfect little reflections of yourself.

Dump all your fears, your frustrations, your complexes, your projections, those unfulfilled ambitions, your culture, your traditions—and don't you dare forget the most vital part: raising them to believe blindly in everything their ancestors believed.

That’s how you build true little warriors, ready to go head-to-head with every single danger in this wicked world!

Yes, Portisiti, I hear you, but kids aren't plastic action figures or blueprints. They are living, breathing beings with real emotions who GROW, change, and evolve.
What’s relevant today becomes yesterday's news so fast; the shifts are
way too rapid, the demands are massive, and time is always running out.

Raising these little "warriors" puts an incredible burden on parents, basically demanding they overcome a mountain of their own personal frustrations and baggage during the process...
And honestly, that’s the most tragic part for any parent; having to look in the mirror, face your own mistakes, and try to pass down some universal values
without consciously passing those flaws onto the child.

But actually changing *yourself*??????????

Now, that is a whole different story.

hollowtrucker77 said:Can you explain why everything shifted so drastically?
Aren't kids taught self-discipline and restraint these days?
Isn't it a parent's fundamental job to teach their child self-respect??
Don't kids need just as much love and care now as they did generations ago??

Look, I’m sorry, but it feels like people are making a huge mountain out of a molehill on this one.
I see it all the time—parents dodging their responsibilities because their own comfort matters more than their kids.
Since when did raising a child suddenly become this impossible task?
😲

Listen, once you have an heir of your own and start the whole upbringing process, you realize what a wild ride it actually is. Just when you think you've finally got the compass pointed in the right direction, you realize everything is relative—kind of like life itself.🙄

Raising a tiny human is a massive undertaking—honestly, only parents and dog owners truly grasp the sheer exhaustion of it! For everyone else, the struggle is just a passing phase, but for those in the thick of it, the grind lasts years. Sometimes the results feel pretty devastating for both sides. You know, it’s funny—well-behaved dogs are actually way more noticeable than well-behaved people. Four-legged friends don't leave much of a mess behind, whereas the mental clutter among two-legged folks seems to have become a total pandemic lately.

I live near this little neighborhood park where kids are always running around. Lately, I’ve been watching little Dad and little Martin; they are both such bright, energetic five-year-olds.
Dad is already in preschool and he’s got one big wish: a doll. He even asked if his mom could paint his nails! His first wish was granted, but the second? A hard NO. His parents are intellectuals, you see, and they really don't believe in depriving their kid if his requests fall within the realm of normal. They figure he's just navigating that stage of exploring gender roles and identity, so why not let him play with a doll? Just... maybe skip the nail polish. Besides, even Freud argued that you have to work through all those developmental stages—oral, anal, who knows what else—because if you don't, you might end up stuck in a mental rut later, dealing with some specific neurosis.

Then there's Martin. She has this bright yellow dump truck she uses to haul everything around—dolls, tiny cars, you name it. But she also carries this silver plastic magnum. She tucks it right into the pocket of her overalls, letting it swing around so it's always handy whenever she needs it.

The world is full of people like Dad and Martin. They might be outliers, but they aren't the rule. Girls still dress dolls, and boys still drive cars. Both of them are perfectly normal kids.

We're in a new millennium with new people and new ways of raising them. Pedagogy is shifting, and the whole world is changing along with it. Regardless of whatever lifestyle or habits these kids pick up along the way,
they’re eventually going to have to dive headfirst into the deep end of reality. In just a year or two, they'll be glued to smartphones, and with a single click, the entire world will be laid out before them. This generation is going to face a clash unlike any before—balancing their own spiritual development against a relentless technological imperative, all while navigating the moral dilemmas and ethical principles of our society. To actually function, they'll need to build a strong social sense of self without losing the ability to find depth in the non-material side of life.

With globalization being what it is, I really wonder: what kind of resources will they use to learn and grow in harmony with all this change?
These are the new kids. I don't mean those "indigo child" types, but rather the ones who are going to reshape our world just like my generation rewrote the rules—only they'll do it much faster.

So, how on earth do we raise these new generations? Every generation is tasked with keeping up with a changing world, but today, the shift is so rapid that the parenting methods used yesterday are already obsolete by tomorrow. 😛

I'll ask the moderator please not to move this to the Parenting section; we can definitely chat about this right here
if anyone is interested in diving in. 👍

Ryan Wilson2 said:I’m not really sure what you mean by that.

My dear Baphi,
my noble and chivalrous friend, I am talking about those things that touch our souls and cause us such heartache—those grand songs we sing to the heavens, even when they bring us nothing but misery.
I'm talking about L I F E itself... which some people call life, while others might find
death to be the more accurate word. It's up to your own conscience to decide if you'll call it life, or simply track the fading traces of existence.

Ryan Wilson2 said:Analysis and synthesis—it’s actually written right there on my avatar's hands.

First, you have to really get to know your raw ingredients (that's the analysis, or the mind), and then you blend them all together (the synthesis, which is the spirit).

While you're busy working through that whole analysis and synthesis thing, try to keep your surroundings "chemically" pure in the real world.🙄

Sometimes, if you mix things just right, you hit that perfect ratio. It’s like having two distinct ingredients that somehow balance each other out perfectly, creating a totally harmonious blend.
Exactly! Just like in chemistry.
Life is really just a messy pile of rules and exceptions. In the real world, it's incredibly hard to experiment with people—trying to fuse them together or pull them apart—if they haven't truly integrated first.

I was reading this heartbreaking story in the news about a woman whose children were kidnapped and taken all the way to Baghdad. An interracial marriage. You had different cultures, different customs, different ways they were raised, and entirely different environments... yet they shared that one single spark: love.
Everything feels fine while it lasts, as long as those differences can be smoothed over or kept to a minimum. There's an old saying that goes, "As long as love is strong, we can sleep together on the edge of a knife; but once it fades, even a king-sized bed won't feel big enough to hold us."

But whenever a crisis hits, those differences start to swell, and trying to force a connection at that moment just feels unnatural.
Differences always stand out eventually. Unlike the parts of a person that have successfully blended together, the friction points are impossible to ignore.

So, what do you all think is the secret "formula" for a successful blend?😲

Porto said:😲 😲 Wait, you aren't actually talking about those constitutional matters, right? You mean those burly, mustachioed nurses who snap those rubber gloves *SNAP!, SNAP!...* while they're doing your checkups and whatnot...??

Hehe, sweet lady, just don't go touching me then! What would Jesus say...? Just remember me in your thoughts, maybe...
🙄

Actually, maybe I should just send you a photo instead... you know, featuring Isaac alongside some crazy backhand-topspin-passing-schrot parallel plays, plus Sjaji-Bab rocking those new Yolo hair ties and sneakers? It'll be in the bottom right corner... doing a headstand...
😕

May your memories stay smooth as those gloves,
left by those mustachioed ladies, those lovely athletic sisters.

A new birthday is approaching, sometime late September,
maybe in the film, Porto's hair will look thick and lush.

And if you haven't got any hair, let your shining head
show in the photo with Porto's beard—what an honor and a glory!

😎

rowdydriver52 said:

• wearyowl29:
  It wasn't me. My kind of nonsense is built a little differently.
  You're just jealous because you missed out on the picture.
  Honestly, what is even your deal...

My issue is that I’m constitutionally a "swamp man," so my homeopath insists I should be dealing with hemorrhoids...
But I don't have them....
😕

LOL, well now I know your lower ranks aren't suffering from any hemorrhoidal issues.............and hey, that's something!

Come on, let's go through your physical exam systematically in public—it might actually be useful and fun.😁

rowdydriver52 said:Alright, come on, give me a straight answer—where exactly did she let them run wild?
Do you have any idea how many people actually have a sick sense of humor?
My neighbor back home—this super hardcore Catholic lady—spent years praying to a saint in her window just because we used to draw her there...
Honestly, it was one of the best pranks I've ever been a part of...
You should've seen the look on her face when she spotted him—looking all wicked, with the head, the beard... and the rog baba...

Man, youth is wild...
If I worked at a local camera shop... and had certain types of customers constantly hassling me with hundreds of photos of pilgrimages, crosses, and stuff like that... you really think I wouldn't have wandered off with a Sjaji-Baba, maybe even upside down, playing a little ping pong with Jesus?

In Cleveland.

Not me, though. My pranks are a whole different breed.

You're just jealous you didn't get to see the picture.

Seriously, what is your actual problem??????????????????????????????

😁

rowdydriver52 said:Maybe...? Uhhh... Lucifer!?

Look, wearyowl29, that’s exactly why it's called Sjaji-Baba...
Because it lights up and exposes everything in the films!
Don't you know they introduced that new tech for developing film? You can actually pick up these special orange lamps rated at 10, 45, or even 75 SB (Sjaji-Baba)

And wait, there's more... that lamp provides instant enlightenment for people too! Especially those folks who are obsessed with their Eastern spiritual movies!

There's also a third possibility... maybe they got the film developed at that Adobe shop over on Frankopan Street... you know, the one where the windows are totally plastered with Sjaji-Baba pictures... they were the first ones to implement this new enlightenment technology...

I honestly have no clue about Sjaji-Babas. My wife naively took some photos to get developed and, well, look what happened.

Next time, she should probably skip the photo developing altogether—and maybe stay away from the camcorder too—because there's a real danger of... other babas... though, hey, maybe since she's in the media, she just attracts all that stuff naturally 😕 😕 😕 😕

She developed some old negatives from a family trip and a kid's birthday party. At first, she figured it was just a glitch in the film, but looking closer at the background, things got weird. There’s this little boy, beaming with joy while clutching a brand-new toy, but looming right behind him is an upside-down Sai baba in an orange robe, sporting that signature messy black hair and a grin right on his hand.

We actually took the prints down to a local pro photographer to get them checked out, and he swears the shot is totally authentic.

On the negative itself, you can clearly make out that orange silhouette and that dark patch that makes up the hair.

The family doesn't have any connection to Sai baba—they're quite traditional Catholics—but ever since this happened, they've started picking up books about him. Still, they don't really hold
any particular personal opinion on the matter.

We had the photo enlarged and framed at the absolute maximum size possible to ensure we kept the best sharpness.

Every other shot on that same roll of film looks completely normal.

Can you believe? Sai-Baba showing up at a kid's birthday party, LOL! I wonder who's going to show up to the party this year????👍

It’s almost as if you all have already checked out, maybe even a little sooner than expected;

"To die in one's sleep, nothing more!"

Let's just set Hamlet aside for a second—does anyone here actually care about LIVING?😲

This feels like a perfect way to kick off our new Spirituality subforum!

You know, there are all sorts of manuals out there. Some are just basic travel guides, while others—well, let’s be honest—are a bit more sinister. They don't exactly contain bomb-making instructions like
"the terrorist's handbook" (written by a certain fugitive known as bin Laden), but it's hard to find a guide dedicated to actual living beings who just want to live a meaningful life.
When I talk about "quality," I’m primarily talking about a developed sense of spirituality. But I don't mean retreating to a monastery in the Rockies or some lonely cabin in the woods to hide from society. I mean a spirituality that stays plugged into real life—the kind of life where our actions have direct, messy consequences.

Look, there isn't a magic recipe for how to spend your days or what to make of this whole existence. But there are definitely some "formulas" we can use to lighten the load. Let's face it: sometimes just existing feels like an unbearable weight.

That’s why I think a "Guide for the Living"—written by living people, for living people—would be such a gift. And I don't just mean the big-name philosophers, the famous authors, or the heavy-hitting thinkers of our era. I mean us! Regular folks who actually have something to say. It would be the ultimate survival kit for any adventurer embarking on the great trek called life. Of course, it all depends on whether you choose to follow the map or wander off onto those unpaved trails. That choice is always yours.

I. The Absurdity of Life

My advice? Start living before you die. Life has a funny way of slipping through your fingers before you even realize it's happening. Death loves a good surprise, and if you aren't careful, you'll leave behind a mountain of unfinished business.
It might even happen that you have to come back to finish what you started.

The absurdity of life lies in exactly that: it flows through you like water slipping through your palms. And here’s the kicker—the tighter you clench your hands to try and catch it, the faster it leaks out and splashes away.
That splashing away is pure loss. And honestly, why bother clenching your fists anyway? What kind of life is it if you're constantly living in a state of tension?

Instead, you just need to bring your hands together—find a shape, a framework, or a sense of wholeness that helps you hold onto the fullness of life so you can soak it all in.
That framework is built from a collection of ideas, wisdom, insights, and techniques that form a spiritual path. This path keeps us awake, or at least semi-conscious, and it requires both personal effort and tapping into our own potential.
Only then can you truly feel alive, regardless of how fragile or sensitive life itself may be.
So, it takes real personal courage to start this journey—to dive headfirst into life using this guide as your compass so you can dodge that inherent absurdity.

😉

Over to you for the next round of discussion!..............................👍

Solaris said:"There are no enemies or friends, only teachers." 😉

But wait, what am I even rambling about!!!!!!! I should be talking about them instead.