Posts by Benjamin Taylor6

Paul Wright7 said:Then there's the dominance in chess. 😁

granitebadger24 said:Supposedly for Victory Day (May 9th).

granitebadger24 said:A Russian MOD official just announced they’re moving launchers toward the Moscow Oblast to prep for some parade. Let's be real—they aren't just taking those launchers out for a casual stroll unless there's an actual intention to use them. It's not like everyone in Russia is completely out of their minds, after all.

silentsurfer3 said:New video drop:

View on twitter

Four ICBMs

William Anderson5 said:Way to go.

I’m sure Americans will be among the few in Europe actually paying attention to Putin's threats, mostly because they couldn't care less...

Carol Newman2 said:CNN is reporting that Ukraine just received a massive convoy of weapons from Poland

Carl Rivera43 said:Is it just me, or is life getting a little too heavy on the quick fixes?

Why does it feel like the good stuff is so rare, {while the half-measures or the real heartbreaks seem to stick around forever}?

I don’t know, I kind of get the feeling that by chasing all these tiny, temporary distractions, we end up hitting what people call—life saturation. Basically, we're just burnt out on this way of living.

It really hurts, honestly. That sense of emptiness in my love life... I'm not trying to be bitter, but sometimes it's hard not to feel a bit envious.

How do you actually go about finding lasting goals {instead of just settling for temporary comforts}?

Harold Doyle3 said:Harmony is an illusion. It’s unnatural. At its core, the world is pure chaos, and when the human mind tries to organize that chaos, it just creates tension within it. That kind of order you're talking about? It’s fragile. One tiny "butterfly effect" moment and the whole thing collapses back into disorder.
Humanity thrives in those messy gray areas between total chaos and rigid order... it's where we belong, like a fish in water.

mistyrider64 said:You would actually save a lot more Americans if you just shut down the companies that aren't capable of paying competitive wages.

electricdriver33 said:What is he even rambling about now... what kind of nonsense was that he just put out there? Is he actually following trends or something? And why on earth is his Facebook profile picture such a disaster... 🍿

Paul Rogers94 As specified by:
Here is what Advaita says.;

The Ribhu Gita—it’s one of those texts that really forces you to sit still and actually listen, if you can manage to quiet the noise in your own head long enough to do so. It isn't just some light reading you pick up at a bookstore in Seattle; it’s a deep dive into the core of being. When I was digging through some old philosophical studies back in college, I remember thinking how much most modern "spiritual" advice misses the mark by focusing on the surface level stuff. They want the quick fix, the instant gratification—but the Ribhu Gita doesn't play those games. It’s about that fundamental, unshakeable reality that exists beneath all the chaos we call life. It’s intense, sometimes even a bit overwhelming, but if you approach it with the right mindset, it changes the way you see everything. Chapter 23.
There’s this concept—this intoxicating nectar of pure knowledge—that people tend to overcomplicate, but when you really sit with it, it becomes clear that the mind isn't just a vessel for information; it is absolutely saturated by it. It’s less like reading a book and more like being submerged in an ocean where every drop is wisdom. I was thinking about this the other day while staring out at the skyline in Chicago—just watching the chaos move below—and it struck me how we spend our entire lives trying to "acquire" knowledge as if it were some commodity we could grab off a shelf at a Target. We chase facts, we collect degrees, we hoard data... it’s exhausting. But true understanding? That nectar? It doesn't come from adding things to the mind. It comes from the realization that the mind is already drenched in it. It’s a bit like those old philosophical debates regarding the Holy Spirit and Kundalini—it’s about a state of being rather than a collection of things known. When the mind is truly filled with this essence, there is no longer a distinction between the seeker and the sought. You aren't looking for the truth anymore; you are simply breathing it. It's a heavy thought, I know—and perhaps a bit rambly—but once you stop treating wisdom like a trophy to be won, the saturation happens naturally. It's all around us, provided you aren't too busy cluttering your head with the trivialities of daily life.

I’m going to dive into the concept of Being-Consciousness-Bliss—which, let’s be honest, is naturally overflowing with joy. It isn't just some abstract idea; it is, quite simply, the very essence of all the Vedas and the Puranas.

There really aren't any differences—no duality, no pairs of opposites, nothing of the sort. Nothing exists that is actually distinct or stripped of its connection to the whole. It’s all just this... the supreme Brahma, untouched by desire or anger. And you only reach That through Knowledge.

There is never anything like an "I." There simply isn't. There’s nothing else out there—no indestructible fragments, no "higher than the highest" concepts to cling to. It is all just this—the untouched, supreme Brahma. And honestly? You only reach that through Knowledge.

There is no such thing as an external world, nor is there an internal one—no chains, no boundaries, and certainly no shapes. It’s all just this—the absolute, untouched, supreme Brahma. And honestly? You only reach That through Knowledge.

There is no such thing as non-existence—there’s no "giving things up," no void, and certainly no such thing as a word having the wrong meaning. It’s all just... this. Everything is, quite literally, the untouched, supreme Brahma. And you don't stumble into that through some sort of empty negation; you reach it through Knowledge.

There’s no quality here—none. No subtle subtext, no indirect hints, no sense of security regarding the modalities of the mind... honestly, there isn't even a shred of depth. There are no boundaries, no pervasive essence, and absolutely zero transcendent results to speak of. It’s just empty.

There is no guru, there is no student—honestly, there isn’t even anything fixed at all. There’s nothing inherently good or bad, no variety of shapes, no distinct forms... it doesn't even go as far as liberation or bondage. It just... isn't.

The word "I" doesn't actually mean anything—not really. And that word "it"? It’s gone too. There are no senses left, no objects to grasp at, no doubt to wrestle with, and certainly nothing trivial cluttering up the space. There isn't even a sense of security to lean on, nor any tasks or actions left that feel like they *must* be completed. Everything just... isn't.

There is simply no such thing as a "nature" of peace—no duality, no highs, no lows. There aren't even characteristics to cling to. You won't find a part of it that is defined by sadness, nor a part that is defined by joy, or even that restless, wavering indecision we all struggle with. It just isn't there.

There is no body, there is no phallus, no cause or lack thereof—no sorrow, no finality, no "I," no mystery, and certainly no supreme state.

There is no karma—neither the kind that sticks to your soul nor the kind tied to ancient scripture. There is no truth, no "you," and no "me." Ignorance doesn't exist, and neither does empirical knowledge. There are no fools, and there isn't even anyone left who claims to know anything at all.

There is no hell, no heaven, no liberation, no holiness—not even desire or any kind of teaching left to grasp. There isn't even you or me anymore. There’s no philosophy, and there isn't even God.

There isn't even a hint of good or bad—nothing. There’s no death, there’s no life... honestly, there isn't even any satisfaction to be found. You won't find anything to actually enjoy in it all. There is no single, undivided essence, and there certainly isn't any duality left to cling to.

There are no chains—no concept of a manifested world, no ruler presiding over the waking state, no such thing as "equality," and certainly no misunderstanding of what we count as the fourth.

There is simply nothing that qualifies as "everything"—no impurities, no cravings, no laws, no worship, no manifest world, no pluralism, and certainly no discourse from others.

There is simply nothing—no satsang, no absence of satsang, no Brahma, no one left to even ask the questions—there is no quest, no speaker, no ritual cleansing, and certainly no holy waters. It’s all just... gone.

There is no virtue, there is no sin, and there isn't even any kind of activity that could possibly serve as a cause for error—nothing at all. I mean it. Nothing stemming from our internal nature, nothing from the External world, not even anything originating from the Divine nature. It’s all just... empty.

There is simply no birth or death here—none at all. There aren’t even states of being like waking, sleeping, or deep sleep. It isn't about some physical earth or some mystical afterlife, either. You won't find any victories or defeats in this reality... none whatsoever.

There is no weakness—none at all. There’s no fear, no desperate craving, and certainly no rushing toward death. Nothing is unthinkable. There isn't such a thing as a "sinful" person, nor can there be any "wrong" interpretation of the Vedas or religious wisdom. It just doesn't work that way.

There is no Sattvic state, there is no Rajasic state, there is no Tamasic state—there simply aren't any such qualities to be found. There is no Shiva, there is no Vedanta, and there is certainly no point in studying them or wasting your breath thinking about them.

There is no slavery, there is no liberation—none of that business. There aren’t even any clever little aphorisms about the identity between the individual self and the Supreme Self. There is no masculine form, no feminine form, no state of being that leans one way or the other... there isn't even such a thing as a permanent state.

There is no praise—no criticism either, really. No eulogies, no hymns, no worldly nonsense, and certainly no religious fluff. There are no sacred texts to cling to, no commandments to follow... none of it matters.

There is no drinking—none of that business—no fasting either. None of it. There’s no luck to be found, no merrymaking entertainers, no stances taken, nor any deliberate absence of them. No family lineages, no names, no rigid forms... none of it exists.

There is absolutely nothing truly excellent here, nor is there anything inherently corrupt—no blessings to cling to, no curses to fear. There’s no such thing as purity, and certainly no point in trying to scrub away impurity. There is no individual soul to manage, no mind to control... none of it exists.

Look, let’s get one thing straight—there is no such thing as "invoking peace." It’s a nonsense concept. There is no peace to call upon, there is no such thing as mind control, and there is certainly no such thing as "taming the senses." People love to talk about those things like they're goals you can reach through some sort of spiritual checklist, but it's all fluff. There is no "play," no specific states of being to achieve, no modifications to the self, and absolutely no "defects" to fix. It just isn't how it works.

There isn’t really anything left—nothing at all from where I stand. There’s nothing of what we call Maya, no lingering consequences of that illusion, and not even the slightest trace of dharma remains. No adherence to dharma, no holding onto it... just nothing.

There is no youth, no childhood, no senility—no death, no nothing like that. There aren’t even relatives, strangers, friends, or brothers. None of it exists.

There is no "everything," there is no "nothing"—there isn’t even Brahma, Vishnu, or Shiva. There are no guardians watching over the eight directions, nor is there some cosmic observer sitting there experiencing the waking state or the dream state. It just isn't there.

There is no cosmic observer lurking within the depths of deep sleep—no "fourth state" watching from the shadows, no high priest or warrior caste, no scholar sitting there waiting to be enlightened. It’s all just the supreme Brahman. Pure nectar of Knowledge, completely untouched by suffering.

There is absolutely nothing like that—nothing like someone reappearing or someone else following behind them. There aren't any events destined to loop back around, there is no such thing as a timestamp, no "I" to anchor the experience, and certainly no cause behind the conversation itself. It’s all just... empty.

There is absolutely nothing above this—no "inner abilities" like intellect, ego, or even thought itself. There isn’t some grand narrative about Consciousness to cling to, nor is there any duality left to suggest that I am Brahman, or even that I am simply Consciousness. It just ends there.

There is no sheath for food—not the physical body, anyway—nor is there any covering for Prana or Uma. There’s no layer of intellectual knowledge acting as a buffer, and certainly no shroud of bliss to hide behind.

There is simply nothing that qualifies as "knowledge" by its very nature—nothing to be perceived, nothing to be learned... which, if you think about it, means everything we call "learning" is just a massive misunderstanding of how things actually work. There’s nobody here to feel anxious about it, no one to worry over anyone else, and certainly no illusions left to cling to. Even that whole concept of the "triad of knowledge"—it’s gone. It doesn't exist.

There is no observer, there is no act of observation, there are no objects being observed, and—to be perfectly honest—there aren't even any results manifesting. It’s all just the ultimate Brahma—that pure nectar of Knowledge, completely untethered from any kind of suffering.

There is no such thing as an internal world of capabilities—there is no mind, no "misunderstanding" of reality, no realm of thought, and certainly no manifested world of intellect. It’s all just noise.

There is no such thing as a world of separate beings—no "jiva" exists out there. There aren't even any memories that are inherently repulsive or flawed, nor is there this whole concept of a world built on distinguishing one thing from another based on its traits. Even those memories we think of as being rooted in ignorance? They don't actually exist. It’s all just an illusion of separation.

There is simply no such thing as a Vedantic world—no remembering of the Shastras or the Agamas—and certainly no world that could ever prove anything exists in isolation. There is no division, no "this" versus "that." It’s all just one seamless, undivided reality.

There isn’t even a realization regarding differences—or the lack thereof. There is no conceptualizing of defects, nor the absence of them. You don't have a world defined by peace or one devoid of it... there's no swearing by specific qualities or their absence. It just isn't there.

There is no male, there is no female—there isn’t even such a thing as "neutral." There is nothing stationary, nothing in motion, no sorrow and no joy... ever.

There is simply nothing that possesses an inherent quality of virtue or vice—it’s all just... there. There’s no objective certainty when it comes to what counts as mature or immature, nor is there any such thing as an action possessing a dual nature. Even those modalities we attribute to the witness? They don't exist. It's all a construct.

There isn't any sense of duality left—no lingering concept of two natures, none of that "joy" people talk about regarding a single, undivided essence... there’s nothing. Not even the lingering idea that I am some physical body, nor any sudden, sweeping revelations that I am Brahma. It's just... gone.

There is no such thing as an undivided security modality—none of that stuff exists. There isn't some massive, singular essence just sitting there waiting to be found, nor is there any actual "arrival" where a specific modality suddenly manifests. And don't even get me started on the idea of all modalities being wiped out at once. It’s just not how it works.

There isn’t some grand interrogation of every single modality—there’s no liberation from them all, no ultimate peak where every modality is finally annihilated, and certainly no void where they all just vanish into nothingness.

There’s absolutely nothing left of those thousand different modalities—they just get wiped out moment by moment. There isn't some grand witness standing over all those shifting states, and there certainly isn't any proof that an individual is actually Brahma.

46. There is no universe, no mind, no finality, no action—ever. No criticism, no praise, no breaking free from chains... nothing.

47. There is no label for a virtuous person, no tag for someone with "good qualities," no sign of being lost in meditation, and certainly no tallying up sins.

48. There isn't even a thought about Brahma or the Self. No hint of the Almighty’s presence, nothing desirable to chase, nothing to exclude, nothing "best" or "supreme"—and honestly, the very term 'the Almighty' loses all its meaning.

49. Anyone lacking the Knowledge of the Self is truly a massive sinner. In fact, anyone devoid of this Knowledge is profoundly unwell.

50. I am Brahma. There is zero doubt about it. By my very nature, I am an undivided essence. I have the absolute certainty of direct experience: Brahma is everything.

51. Such a person is liberated right now. I don't have the slightest doubt. They are currently becoming the embodiment of the highest Knowledge. They are, quite literally, the sage of this world. They are Parameshwara.

52. All of this is, truly, the supreme Brahma—a nectar of knowledge that fills the mind. Whoever hears this explanation is, in truth, Brahma.

53. Neither the state of oneness nor the state of many, neither the atom nor the infinite, neither cause nor effect, neither the universe nor dominion over it—it is eternally without taste, scent, or form, neither bound nor free. Let us become that brilliant Light, untouched by birth, aging, or sickness, forever dwelling in the joy of ultimate bliss—that blessed Sadashiva.

Anant's translation

bluemason3 said:Hoarding junk is still just hoarding junk, not gaining wisdom 😁

hiddenpuma75 said:Down in downtown San Francisco, right near the Joker, there’s a huge dumpster I pass every single day that has

JERRY MARK'S HOUSE written on it.

If it had the name of any other famous public ( 😁 ) woman in America, it would be all over the news as blatant misogyny, and the authorities would have scrubbed it off in a heartbeat.

But since ideology matters more to the leftists than shaming a woman who isn't one of their own, we end up in this situation where it’s just ignored. It seems like for "progressives," the most important thing is clearly

IDEOLOGY, and then gender comes second.😉

David Vaughn75 said:Honestly, the idea that you have to experience hell first just to understand what heaven is? Total nonsense. That's some pseudo-intellectual garbage philosophy right there.

mellowbadger0 said:When it comes to Zen masters, I find myself perpetually uncertain about their true intentions😁

It is entirely plausible that a Zen master was attempting to suggest that we are the sole architects of our own reactions to circumstance—and by choosing how we respond, we effectively construct our own heaven or hell. Then again, perhaps he was simply implying something much more subtle

hiddenpuma75 said:Are you agreeing just with the shovel part, or the whole post? 🤔

Aside from that, I’d say you and I have agreed on quite a few things over time, though we’ve definitely clashed on plenty of others too.🤷

Anthony Perez9 said:Best post you've ever made. 👍 🤣
Muslims also say that in their version of paradise, even bodily fluids smell amazing from miles away.

Arthur Flores2 said:Hey Anonymous...
We don't actually have to believe that...
Jesus talks about the destruction of both soul and body in hell...
I guess that's why Pope Francis was saying recently that humans just vanish in hell. Like, the soul just ceases to exist...

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Kenneth Cruz67 said:Does anyone happen to know if there's some kind of pirate Mobi or EPUB version of The Catcher in the Rye floating around somewhere online? 🤣

Daniel Chase13 said:Kudos, Elvis Presley—you really are dedicated to playing the part of wearyowl29 on this forum.

People are already impressed by how convincing and persistent you're being.

Honestly, you’re pulling off this "impersonating wearyowl29" act better than Juričan pulls off his Bandić impression. 👍

Are you planning to write about all this in your next book?