A trip to the corners of the Mind

I don’t want to keep anything private to myself anymore. That’s just how i feel, i want to throw it all out and stop making such a big deal about it, and so that we can get it done with and move on. Because that’s what life is, moving on, constantly. Not getting caught up in swirls and marshes, and dodging the obstacles in the best way possible, dealing with failure and stuff… Failure is just what you don’t get, that you thought you wanted. But why you don’t get it, is because yourself you did not allow it. For your own interest. Or because you did something. The thing is that it’s all in there inside of you. Written by yourself. On yourself. There’s no one to judge outside of you. And there is no one who knows better than you what you did, and why you did. And the thing is, that you never had the choice? Did you? Do you ever have the choice? Or do you just do what you think is best, what attracts you the most? Its like this living thing, Life, or creation, has this magnetic power about it that seems to hold the strings to all the rest of the beings, and everything and everyone dances to that tune. And there’s nothing in your power, or in anyone else’s power, it’s just like magnetic forces playing on you, pulling you here, pushing you there, and the illusion is to think that..you know..that…you are in control…… because the moment you start to think like that is the moment you become isolated from the rest. then ‘you’ begin to exist. Then man became self-conscious. Then he became scared. Then he felt alone. And guilty. And he was ashamed. But he is not in control of anything at all, he is one with it, dancing and playing, there is no one holding the reins and there is no one to follow, and no one has to follow him. We are all on the same basis, equal as fuck. and the two sides of the spectrum are there too. All we have to do is glide by, enjoy and not get caught in the promises of glory or the threats of the opposite. Leave them there as they are… Enjoy what you can, don’t grab.


It’s like we feel an obligation to be ordinary. You know. empty. Normal. We could be so much more. It’s scary. So big, so grand, that they got scared. That we got scared ourselves. And chose to leave the good and the bad. Do you leave Heaven, because Hell comes with it? Or do you take both? It’s all in the mind. There’s nothing outside the mind.


This is all intelligence at play. An intelligence so acute it could manipulate atoms and molecules and matter and create stuff around it, make these worlds arise. An intelligence that separated into so many people and gave each one of them an intelligence of their own, a life of their own, feelings of their own, and still maintains the connection between these infinitely small and dispersed selves with the whole, with the rest. And time.. Time comes as a tool in all this. Because it is needed to make everything happen one at a time and in sequence, time is also a creation of this intelligence.


From ‘Waking Life’

Waking Life: A movie you ABSOLUTELY need to watch!

And he was really into Gnosticism, and this idea that this demiurge, or demon, had created this illusion of time to make us forget that Christ was about to return, and the kingdom of God was about to arrive. And that we’re all in 50 A.D., and there’s someone trying to make us forget that God is imminent. And that’s what time is. That’s what all of history is. It’s just this kind of continuous, you know, daydream, or distraction. So we’re walking along, and Lady Gregory turns to me and says, “Let me explain to you the nature of the universe. Now Philip K. Dick is right about time, but he’s wrong that it’s 50 A.D. Actually, there’s only one instant, and it’s right now, and it’s eternity. And it’s an instant in which God is posing a question, and that question is basically, ‘Do you want to, you know, be one with eternity? Do you want to be in heaven?’ And we’re all saying, ‘No thank you. Not just yet.’ And so time is actually just this constant saying ‘No’ to God’s invitation. I mean that’s what time is. I mean, and it’s no more 50 A.D. than it’s two thousand and one. And there’s just this one instant, and that’s what we’re always in.” And then she tells me that actually this is the narrative of everyone’s life. That, you know, behind the phenomenal difference, there is but one story, and that’s the story of moving from the “no” to the “yes.” All of life is like, “No thank you. No thank you. No thank you.” then ultimately it’s, “Yes, I give in. Yes, I accept. Yes, I embrace.” I mean, that’s the journey. I mean, everyone gets to the “yes” in the end, right? Right.

-Waking Life, the movie.

Waking Life quote – Louis Mackey

Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy scene
Louis Mackey
Tiana Hux quote in Waking Life

Stop to think where you’re going*

Running late, you get so stressed..Then you step out and look at this. By the end of your life, this particular instance of you being late will be so tiny, probably lost in your memory. It won’t have affected anything and it wouldn’t mean anything. Right now it’s in reality not any different. It’s no big deal at all.. Nothing at all seems to be a deal, when you look at it from that perspective. It’s like…nothing is any more important than how important you choose it to be.

*personally, when I’m running late, most of the time, it’s for something which I really don’t want to do and don’t essentially need to be doing. So, when I stop and realize what I am doing and ask myself: should I really be doing this or the other thing that got me late in the first place, I sometimes leave the other ‘important, very important date’ as would say Mr. White Rabbit from Alice, and I do the other thing that kept me busy. And this makes me very happy and productive by the end of the day!

Waking souls crossing paths

And their eyes met and he smiled. They both knew. And there was nothing to say about it. The physical acknowledgement of a smile was not even necessary. But it made it go through more smoothly than anything else. They could have gone their ways without smiling while still knowing, or they could have stopped to talk at length and in details about it all, but a smile was the simplest and most effortless way to share that moment.

Now that they knew it, there was nothing to do about it. Nothing to get excited about, nothing to exploit, nothing to make money from, nothing to show to impress others, nothing to indulge in, nothing to share. All these years she had been struggling with her thoughts, with her emotions, her motivations in life, her mission, her responsibilities, right and wrong, people, family and lovers, government, authority and rebellion, the planet, religion, God, what to eat, what not to, whom to listen to and where to go, what to do. She had been struggling with all these and with the attempt to put an end to it all. She had desired freedom, enlightenment, release from the world of illusions; and now, all of these looked like one thing. The struggle and the quest were not different from the destination she had reached. It all formed part of the same thing. She had been enjoying and suffering but the drama was worth it, like any good movie with the right doses of tragedy, comedy and drama. The more intense it was, the more she had got a kick out of it, while searching for the end of it all at the same time. Like playing blindfold. Why would you intentionally put a blindfold on your eyes and play around when you could see clearly without? It makes it more fun. That’s what she had been doing, intentionally wearing the blindfold to make it more fun, while wishing to see more clearly.

She had struggled a long time to get rid of the blindfold. But now she had taken it off. Nothing much had changed. The sky was still blue…and purple and orange and grey at times. It still got cold in winter and at night. She still got hungry and she still went to the toilet. The body was just the body. Was she anymore than the body? Was she anymore than the individual soul? Was she just part of the universal soul? Or was she the totally of it ? Or was ‘she’ just an illusion? And all there was was ‘it’?

The separation between she and it had become more and more ambiguous and she had begun to wonder if that was not the only illusion that had to be dispelled for everything else to fall into place.