Are you sure you are talking about *Judy* here? because what I am hearing is you talking to yourself Barry, all the way down. Has nothing to do with Judy, except as a device for your own distraction.:-)
--- In [email protected], TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Your *stories* are what are imprisoning you, Judy. You > are like a person pacing back and forth in a tiny jail > cell, the bars of which keep you from walking into the > world of freedom and liberation that you glimpse through > the bars and that you read about in the works of those > who have "broken out of prison" before you. > > What I think Rory is trying to say is that the bars of your > jail cell don't exist. They are just a hologram, an image > of a jail cell that has no real existence. The bars have > no substance. The only thing that keeps you in place > within the cell and keeps you from walking into the > world of liberation is your *idea* that the cell is > real, that the "bars" are real. > > For now, in my opinion, you seem to be terribly attached > to the cell being real. You don't even try to rattle the bars > or to examine them to see if they're real. You already > "know" that they're real. Anyone who says differently is > obviously fucking with you. So what you do when some- > one tells you that the bars aren't real is to try to make the > person who's telling you the truth feel bad about telling > you the truth. You try to make the person who has caused > you "pain" feel pain himself. > > You talk about pain...well, I'll tell you...this whole process > is more than a little painful to watch. > > The attachment I see here is your attachment to things > as they have been for your whole life. You've learned > to cope with things the way they've been for your whole > life. In your own words, you've "developed a thick skin." > You've learned to ignore any information that seems > contrary to the way things have been for your whole life. > You say, "The bars are real; the cell is real; I really *am* > a prisoner here, and I resent you who have tasted free- > dom telling me that the reality I see around me *isn't* > real." The attachment, in other words, is to attachment > itself, to the status quo that you have developed a thick > skin about, to nothing ever really changing. > > The cell isn't real. The bars don't really exist. One day > you're going to get tired of trying to intellectually under- > stand enlightenment and just go for enlightenment. One > day you're going to forget your self and its attachments > and just start walking. And when you do, you'll find > yourself outside the cell. It'll surprise the shit out of you. > You'll probably walk back and look at it, just to see if > it was real all this time. You'll reach out and touch the > "bars" and your hand will go right through them, as if > they weren't there. They weren't there. All that was > ever there was your *story* about the bars, your sad, > sad tale of being stuck in jail, unjustly. > > You'll realize that there was never anything you could > DO to escape from jail, because you were never in it > in the first place. There IS no doing when it comes to > escaping from the imaginary prison of self. > > I hope for your sake that this happens soon. I know that > it'll happen, in spite of your self's efforts to keep it from > happening. That's the magic of self realization -- even > the self can't keep itself from realization. >
