I am a linker

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I am a linker. I am linking to the truth. I care about the whole

picture, for all souls. I think big, I think in terms of everyone. I

don't just think of me.

 

This world is full of those who are otherwise, not linking, into their

own senses more than into me, who see others as enemies rather than equals.

 

So it is necessary that this place be constantly recycled, as there is

filth in consciousness present here.

 

So while a linker lives, they have to fly internally on their own. They

won't find real brotherhood here much, only rarely.

 

So hatha yoga (body link encouragement) is good, because it makes the

linker feel better in the body, and can be done alone, anywhere. No need

for devices of any kind, nor space, nor a track, nor nothing. Just do it.

 

And mantra, same thing. No requirements. The capability is built into

the mind and body. You don't even need a voice to think them aloud.

 

With these kinds of tools, the lonely linker can remain linked to the

divine, while in this transitory place full of strange conceptions which

kill, mame and pollute the places where sentient creatures live.

 

We are in a doomed transitory place polluted by the stages of learning

of so many unlearned souls. So there's no saving this place or any life

taking place within this place. There can only be salvation for the

inner person, not the outter body. Therefore there is really no real

goal for the bodily life, not one conceived in sanity anyway.

 

But sanity conceives clearly of protecting and nourishing the inner

life, which goes on in dreams, and on after this body, just as dreams

take place in wild ways while the body snores its way through it's night

of ignorance.

 

So it is with death, zap and you're out, and on a dream

wavelength...consciousness...

 

So who are you in consciousness? That is where you go when you dream,

and die, both.

 

Since it is not us, and temporary, and full of stife, why is that people

are so unwilling to let their lives go to the conception of predestiny?

 

Do I sense "attachment" to the plane of suffering?

 

Any time spent focusing on attachments here is time not spent focusing

on the truth, which is not this place of melting clay, but rather your

inner basis for how you play while encased in clay.

 

Dedicated to myself and all my like despondent friends, awakening from

the dream of interest in this life of window shopping for meaning

amongst pages of false images of humans who never actually lived their

apparently factual lives of bad motivations.