The Great Zagor Temple of Compassion, Nonviolence, and Love.

Richard Walker79 said:I honestly don't know what else to say to you, friend, other than that I don't use any opiates myself. That’s not to say I’m against anyone else's choices, though! Coffee, tobacco, chocolate, sugar—technically, they're all drugs in the most literal sense.🙂

Honestly, this guy is just trying to tear you down because he couldn't play you. 😂 😂 😂 🤣

Paul Campbell3 said:I don't know about you, but when it comes to fairy tales, I've always had a soft spot for the Quote Grimm 😬

I actually had a very similar experience myself.
That doesn't mean I agree with him on every single point, though!

A TALE OF HUMAN IGNORANCE

Stand down, you thugs and zealots,
hands off what belongs to us.

What Mother Nature provides for free,
is something no one can sell for a fee.

Americans and Mexicans, you're both just like worms,
parasites feeding on others' lifeblood.

This parasitic society is heading straight for the abyss,
is there really no individual left to set us free?

And now comes the so-called holy guru,
with a massive storm brewing inside his head.

"I am here to save you," he proclaims,
yet he doesn't even know how to wipe the dirt off his shoes.

"I know exactly how to think, act, and be," he says,
"follow me, you slaves, into the void of mental darkness."

"For I am the best, pure and virtuous,"
"so I shall be cloned in many different forms."

So that more people might think like Master John,
our dear, enlightened, and wonderful guru.

Are you high from dawn until dusk, you poor soul,
living on electronic "cigarettes and coffee" like some old lady?

Everything you believe you understand and know,
is nothing but a total lie: mark my words.

Jesus, Muhammad, and Buddha,
are all just empty nonsense.

Nothing is sacred to me anymore,
because nothing is truly cursed either.

Heaven and Hell are just colorful fabrications,
so the mind should stop searching for them.

Nobody knows anything at all,
and once they realize that, they finally understand everything.

You call it a paradox when you simply don't understand,
and it will stay that way until you shatter your prejudices.

They say eating the fruit of the tree of knowledge is a sin,
but those are just the words of people who champion lies.

They even call themselves dreamy gods,
fearing eternal and terrible torment.

They demand that you bow, pray, and praise them,
promising you'll dance through paradise forever.

Poem:

It’s Friday—the day of the Turkish saint!

Everyone heads to the mosque for Friday prayers,
then celebrates with music and cheers.

The spirit of marijuana whispers,
that our dear Master John is actually a liar.

He really is quite dishonest,
since he acts far more important than he truly is.

cit.
Richard Walker79, this was your little song:

Now comes the holy guru,
with a storm inside his head, it’s true.

"I will save you all," he claims with pride,
yet he can't even wipe his shoes properly, side by side.

He says he knows how to think, act, and be,
"Follow me, slaves, through mental misery."

Since I am the best, holy and grand,
I'll be cloned across the land.

So more people can think just like Master John,
our dear enlightened guru, moving along.
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Just a heads-up—plenty of people here read your stuff without saying a word. Honestly, watching you guys trade insults is entertaining to a point, but it’s starting to look like a total soap opera.

Don't take this the wrong way—I'm not trying to lecture you—but when an outsider watches you and reads these posts, they can't help but wonder if you have some unresolved issues with your father.

It feels like you've crossed a line where what should be a philosophical or spiritual discussion has become deeply personal and emotional for you—and because of that, you're losing all objectivity.

You really ought to ask yourself who you're actually fighting. You gave that guy everything you had, and now he's distanced himself from you. He doesn't come to you anymore, and you aren't even allowed to approach him. Your poems make it obvious you're looking for a sequel... A person watching you closely has to wonder why such a bright guy—someone clearly dealing with Zen and showing signs of spiritual intelligence—is losing his mind over some internet guru and making it his life's mission to "expose" him.

It’s impossible to wrap your head around it unless your dad gets pulled into this whole soap opera.

No hard feelings 🙂
don't let your ego get bruised
I'm just offering a different perspective.

Once someone enters a state of pure bliss, their ego simply vanishes,
leaving behind nothing but a thousand Lego bricks.

He plays with them effortlessly,
spinning them around like a child's top.

Richard Walker79 said:Once someone enters a state of pure bliss, their ego simply vanishes,
leaving behind nothing but a thousand Lego bricks.

He plays with them effortlessly,
spinning them around like a child's top.

.....secrets exist specifically to be sniffed out by those who know how to look...
but the most powerful thing you can ever say is the word you choose to keep to yourself.....

🙂

Richard Walker79 said:Once someone enters a state of pure bliss, their ego simply vanishes,
leaving behind nothing but a thousand Lego bricks.

He plays with them effortlessly,
spinning them around like a child's top.

But honestly, the same thing happens when you're deep in sleep... or even if you take a massive blow to the head, it’s all the same..

The real issue is that consciousness keeps spinning its eternal web regardless of whether you've reached samadhi, survived a nap, or taken a literal punch to the face...
So where is the actual edge in reaching samadhi here... and who is even looking for that advantage?
It’s the exact same reason people try to run into samadhi in the first place! You're trying to escape! But once you actually realize who you are, there's nowhere to run because there's no need to hide... how can you possibly run away from your own damn self!?

...you'll figure that out when life hits you hard enough, haha... 😁

Richard Walker79 said:Once someone enters a state of pure bliss, their ego simply vanishes,
leaving behind nothing but a thousand Lego bricks.

He plays with them effortlessly,
spinning them around like a child's top.

Anyone who has truly been pulled into samadhi understands that the ego was nothing more than an illusion to begin with. They surrender the game and the pieces to "the other" with absolute joy.
Much like how you might use a hammer to drive a nail, the ego can only be countered by using the ego itself. However, while you think you are driving a nail into someone else (not necessarily someone else's ego), you fail to realize you are actually striking yourself from behind. These are games without boundaries...

coastalmoose21 said:Anyone who has truly been pulled into samadhi understands that the ego was nothing more than an illusion to begin with. They surrender the game and the pieces to "the other" with absolute joy.
Much like how you might use a hammer to drive a nail, the ego can only be countered by using the ego itself. However, while you think you are driving a nail into someone else (not necessarily someone else's ego), you fail to realize you are actually striking yourself from behind. These are games without boundaries...

🙂 🙂 🙂

You just don't get the point—your ego is
nothing more than a simple Lego brick.

Don't give your ego too much credit,
or you'll end up in a state of spiritual despair.

Richard Walker79 said:Once someone enters a state of pure bliss, their ego simply vanishes,
leaving behind nothing but a thousand Lego bricks.

He plays with them effortlessly,
spinning them around like a child's top.

Anyone who enters samadhi and then comes back out... ☕

coastalmoose21 said:Anyone who has truly been pulled into samadhi understands that the ego was nothing more than an illusion to begin with. They surrender the game and the pieces to "the other" with absolute joy.
Much like how you might use a hammer to drive a nail, the ego can only be countered by using the ego itself. However, while you think you are driving a nail into someone else (not necessarily someone else's ego), you fail to realize you are actually striking yourself from behind. These are games without boundaries...

Is this some kind of joke or 🙂

man, this sounds like group sex 😂

Richard Walker79 said:You just don't get the point—your ego is
nothing more than a simple Lego brick.

Don't give your ego too much credit,
or you'll end up in a state of spiritual despair.

but here I am, just a regular guy (well, me) while Richard Walker79 thinks he's some legendary American icon like Walt Whitman or something...😁

steeleagle13 said:Anyone who enters samadhi and then comes back out... ☕

Brava, beautifully put,
even if it is a bit blunt,
but there is a difference,
between knowing something,
between realizing it,
and actually living it.
And then there is the fifth stage: making it a reality.
Wait, I forgot the fourth part—everything is going to hell!
At least, that is what our local Reverend would say.

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
😍 ☕ 😍 ☕ 👍

steeleagle13 said:Anyone who enters samadhi and then comes back out... ☕

So, is samadhi basically like stepping into a jacuzzi?
😁
Nothing enters samadhi, nor is it capable of doing so. However, much can certainly emerge from it. Take Richard Walker79, for instance.
🤣

coastalmoose21 said:So, is samadhi basically like stepping into a jacuzzi?
😁
Nothing enters samadhi, nor is it capable of doing so. However, much can certainly emerge from it. Take Richard Walker79, for instance.
🤣

If nothing enters samadhi, then she doesn't HAVE samadhi.😁

steeleagle13 said:If nothing enters samadhi, then she doesn't HAVE samadhi.😁

So, if nothing enters a room, does that mean the room doesn't exist?
😲 😁
To hell with logic. Perhaps there simply isn't an opening through which one could actually enter the room in the first place.
Or maybe whatever is trying to get in is just too large for the space. Or some other nonsense altogether...

coastalmoose21 said:So, if nothing enters a room, does that mean the room doesn't exist?
😲 😁
To hell with logic. Perhaps there simply isn't an opening through which one could actually enter the room in the first place.
Or maybe whatever is trying to get in is just too large for the space. Or some other nonsense altogether...

Who knows 😉 you try opening the door and there's just a WALL ☕

coastalmoose21 said:So, if nothing enters a room, does that mean the room doesn't exist?
😲 😁
To hell with logic. Perhaps there simply isn't an opening through which one could actually enter the room in the first place.
Or maybe whatever is trying to get in is just too large for the space. Or some other nonsense altogether...

Give me a break.