Eat my philosophical arsehole
The True Source Of Human Misery
Duality is the Devil
In the sixties, when those bloody hippies smoked their way into India, they made the error of dressing like the gurus they met
Those gurus were dressing like typical Indian people. The Western version would have been Levi 501s, a James Dean white T-shirt, or even a cheap Van Heusen suit from Myer. Instead, their beads, hemp bellbottoms, and long hair became a uniform for the hippie generation as they sought their own cultural sphere.
Old Man Phoenix tells you he brought Eastern Religion to the West. But, in truth, he gobbled it down and shat it out as something different — something indigestible by the masses.
Spirituality became something separate from the mainstream — an escape from the world to a place where we don’t have to get a job, we don’t have to pay our taxes — a place where we can hang out and smoke weed all day and talk meaningless philosophy with our friends, meditate on purple light, chakras and grow our beards indefinitely.
We are still living with Old Man Phoenix’s fuck up
If I start rapping about so-called spirituality, you flick that brain switch and listen differently than if I was rapping about Ethereum or horse sex or Zumba.
Multiple operation systems — VMWare for the brain.
It’s how we segregate the parts of ourselves that have never been separate outside our ‘real life’ sitcom world.
Spiritual mode engage.
The purpose of all authentic spiritual practice is to realise the equality of all phenomena
You should mull that over for a while.
But spiritual practice in this world has given way to a celebration of the material instead.
There are dedicated spiritual practitioners with Insight Timer or Headspace handles like ‘Goldenshower671’ who became enlightened when they trod on a piece of lego during a standing wank or when they levitated over the pyramids on Eckhart Tolle’s naked, sweaty back during an unexpected mushroom trip.
They aren’t all money and power grabbing arseholes. Some are genuine seekers going after higher states of bliss and happiness for themselves but ultimately it’s a posh version of self-improvement, which is another term for prison redevelopment.
Instead of transcending their suffering, they want to improve their suffering — make it more palatable. They are not interested in leaving themselves behind.
In our modern world, there are endless opportunities for prison redevelopment. We only need to find one distinguishing feature between ourselves and some other aspect of phenomena to begin building the illusory wall referred to in just about every spiritual text and many works of art, including, on one level, Pink Floyd’s The Wall.
You start with one brick — a small observation of the difference between yourself and something. And then another brick, and another. Before you know it, you find yourself cut off from everything around you by your own ideas.
It’s called loneliness.
Then, we believe that the result of spiritual practice is a place of bliss.
We think we can be reborn in some realm of light where angels massage our perineum and sprinkle our foreheads with yuzu-scented water. And we probably can. And who can blame us when we experience such misery in this life for seeking a better world? But this is just prison redevelopment.
We can put up purple curtains and a wooden seat on the metal toilet, but come midnight, were still gonna get shafted by horny Pete and his mate with the toothbrush shiv.
The depth of tantra is such that it tells us that there cannot be any dualistic notion of heaven since heaven is all there is and all there ever will be.
And again, your spiritual brain is engaged in trying to fit it in among the stockpiles of incense and purple g-strings, but there’s just no need.
Spiritual enlightenment is not limited to the dreadlocked, tattooed psytrance mushroom heads in fisherman pants.
It’s the accountant making love to their Excel spreadsheet.
It’s the stinking tramp pissing themselves on the corner.
It’s the fascist dictator murdering their people.
And sure, it’s hard to get your head around that, especially the last. But you don’t have to. Because listening to this and creating new concepts, new categories, and new walls around what I have said, is precisely what we need to avoid.
We have to do the opposite.
We have to wash our minds of the ideologies and philosophies we cling to like a desperate alcoholic clings to their last beer.
We have to become, as Bodhidharma said,
‘Vast emptiness, nothing holy.’
Because he also said,
‘Freeing oneself from words is liberation.’
And freeing oneself from words is freeing oneself from ideas and categories.
Every day humans are creating new categories for each other.
We are fucking addicted to it
The woke, the conservatives, the centrists. I am an empath. I am a sapiosexual, I am a vegan. He is from the left, she is from the right. I am a man, a woman, I identify as a fish. I identify as a dead goat, I identify as a disabled, alcoholic, French monkey. I’m an alpha male. He’s a conservative prick. She is a — fuck it.
Each one of them has a use. They help you in your desperate mission to never change — to never flow with the everchanging river of life. Because that’s what we want deep down, isn’t it? — to never change. And it’s possible because we invented this non-existent, imaginary non-changing thing called the ego.
But when you make a snowman out of frozen water, expecting a world in constant flux to finally fit in with you is like waiting to win the lottery. Then, the moment you finally win the lottery, flushing the money down the toilet and starting again.
All alone or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gather together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they’ve given you their all
Some stagger and fall after all it’s not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall
Lyrics from Outside the Wall by Roger Waters
