A Jared Broker Blog

Not wanting is a form of desire. What you grasp for is the same as what you push away. Suffering is an urge to gain what we lack. Suffering is a need to be rid of something. Only a false self can have things added or subtracted. No Self has no possessions. No Self has no lack. No Self cannot comprehend "not enough". No Self can never have too much. Peace has no concept of itself.

Separate things are invented by human minds. Interconnection does not accept our opinions. False divisions equal our anxieties. Retreat and melt Into peace and sanity.

The self comes into being and jumps into incarceration. "I believe"... bang! The cell door closes. "I must have"... click!  The lock engages. "I don't want this!"  The self lies down on its cot. We must realize the self is the prison and the guard. Leave it all behind for the herenow parole.

Open to a mild anticipation The near future flows in Unfolding, the moment is gone again What is there to grasp? Why torture ourselves in past and far futures?

The release of the self might imply no individual soul exists. Fractals imply infinite information within finite boundaries, all connected. Infinite within and infinite without seems a better description of reality and experience.

The self wastes a tremendous amount of energy.  Never satisfied, it strives to aquire more.  It worries, accuses, and compares to no end.  The self's energy is diffused across an imaginary past and future. It's far superior to pass away into the herenow.  The not-self accesses this available energy naturally, with ease.  The near future constantly flows in without effort as experience slowly unfolds.

Hell hates oblivion as much as heaven. Nothingness dissolves our interior hell, your inner wars. Look through nothingness at your evil chaos inside. The demons seem quite silly. Dark jesters forever bored. Why not heal them? They are parts of you, looking for a new way. We have become our own inner Lucifer, Poking and tormenting our own dark entities, just a game, a dark festival which grows them. It takes a strong sense of "me" to spawn a personal devil. These inner circles fade into shimmering oblivion. Heaven it is not.  Heaven sat in joy at our agony, untrustable. Inner peace stands above heaven, below hell.

A Universe, one version. A Multiverse, many verses. Songs and sounds creating geometry. Geometries arising the physical. Silence and stillness carries infinite open potential. An endless sea just before geometry. Peace resides just before the noise chaos. The mind, chaotic noise. Can you accept your still silence in coexistence? In partnership? Arising from silence: creation. Closing down our noise: we return.