The thing is, Barry, is you don't have to like the fact that I am enlightened (established in silence). It doesn't make a whit of difference to either of us. You don't have to like the fact that I see you, the really crappy human being that you are covered with. I use the word "crappy" to describe you, because the most enjoyment I see you get out of life is making sure others see the world through crap-colored glasses, as you do, sometimes tricking them, as you did with Buck, for example. Buck has an interesting way of expressing himself, but nothing called for you to set him up with the quote, the way you did, remember? Except that it fits your agenda According to Barry, the world is a crappy place.
This, then, feeds the other side of you, your hideous insecurity. When not engaged in telling the world how crappy everything is, you are spinning heroic tales about yourself. In other words, displaying the sheep-like, predictable behavior, of one enslaved by the small self. On the one hand, you are constantly putting and pushing down others, the crappy world, as you incessantly describe it. On the other, you are constantly elevating yourself publicly, in your stories, in your context, in every way you can; the very definition of the small self in action, erecting a phallus to itself. This is because you have no non-attachment, TB. You spin your mind with coffee, dull it with alcohol, distract it with movies, and occasionally take it for a dance with other things. But the one thing you cannot, for the life of you, do, is find any silence in there. Sure, like anyone else in your circumstances, you can sit quietly in a room or garden, mentally masturbating about the quiet, your fantasies, and how you will describe them later on. But, again, even the peaceful surroundings bring your mind no quiet, within itself. You have wasted your time with your so called spiritual pursuits. None of them have conditioned your mind, beyond the coarseness it frequently displays. None of them have conditioned your heart, to love yourself, and perhaps extend that to others. So, you remain in crap consciousness, flinging poo, from your hole in the ground, trying to drag the rest of us down to your level -- perversely gleeful, when you nearly succeed. I'll just repeat what I said initially; you don't have to like the fact that I am enlightened. It doesn't make a whit of difference to either of us. You don't have to like the fact that I see you, Barry. That doesn't matter either, because this isn't at all about me. Congratulations, it is all about you.
