I gave up seeking to go back to sleep, but I'm conscious of my unconsciousness. Since discovering that all is one and all that jazz I've kind of felt like "What's the point?"
Buddha says your already enlightened, you just don't realize it.
The Course in Miracles says it never even happened.
Hinduism says its all "Maya" (illusion) and "Lila," God's divine play.
Since we're all just acting out roles, it's not in the best interest of the play to pull back the curtain and reveal the mystery.
Let it play out.
However it will.
And for God's sake, enjoy yourself if at all possible.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Journal entry for October 25, 2011 (I gave up on enlightenment)
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).
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