Changing the goal post Manipulation with words Day 793

Two things I carry with me, as a measure, as a tool, to help me to help myself, are the terms, the words, for a moment as a tool so-to-speak,  ad hominem and hyperbole.

An example of ‘ ad hominem’ is another way to reveal a change in the ‘ goal post.’  I was talking with a man about politics. Suddenly, he says to me. “ You are a political philosopher.”  The whole fabric of the conversation changed, even put me off balance, because it is actually natural to flow with things, to want to get along, to ATTEND to what another says and brings forward.  It is like the whole fabric and direction of the conversation changed. It was a sudden change in dimension, really...  We were, speaking , sharing perspective, bringing forth things to substantiate our perspectives, telling stories of information ( actually could relate things even in political arguments to local real-live stories more - something to check within myself here! lol).  The sudden change in attention in space and time, went onto me as an object, being a certain way, as having a  “ political philosophy.”   This is a sudden change in the goal, in the direction of the conversation. It is from looking at certain issues, and spinning it around onto me the object, giving me  a general label, and coloring it is a ‘ vague’ yet positive sounding term, as the word “philosopher.’ I remember hearing/seeing/noticing, a sudden shudder through the person’s body at the same time. I am still too slow, in taking all the ‘ music’ the ‘ geometry’ in around me, that I do not always respond. Even if, the very terms used, were of distraction, because this is really what this is, to change tracts. Which, is what changing the goal post is and does. It is used in conversations all the time, as we play with words, and do geometry with and as the sounds as the words we speak.  It is really just like being in an orchestra! It is orchestrated! it is formulaic! Where do we learn this from? We get this from our environment!  Remember we all have a natural learning ability, an absorbent ability. It is why advertising is so effective.  

Yet, this is my point. What is advertising for some, is. evidently ‘ attention seeking’ for others! Amazing how one can manipulate with words, changing goal posts, in a quantum way, with sound, creating a geometry as a system on earth, ignoring the total fabric of this reality.  it is a form of fear mongering!  It would be like taking away most of the letters of the alphabet and telling people they could only use every other letter, that using certain letters was “ attention seeking’ where another entity could use those letters, and that would be called advertising.  This is how absurd this blog I read is and does, and how one can manipulate with sound, as words, and how it is all a math, a geometry, a song, a fabric. In the word communication is the sound bite ‘ muni’ which can mean a wall, or to fabricate.  Our english words contain little ‘ zip’ filed terms, than come together to compose a new sound.  It is a reflection of what men are capable of, because we are capable of working with sound, and, just as one practices a movement, improves that movement, into no longer having to think about it, that movement gets quicker, and in some dimensional ways, smaller/shorter, and then is attached to other sounds, and thus we have words, that change over time, where meaning can become hidden unless one has the same practice and recognition, as the words. If one is ONLY focused on the words, never having the opportunity to know the words really really well, to the point where one need not think about them, one can open one’s awareness to realizing, lol, the geometry of movement, as words, and in others around one, because this is how awesome each of us, as instruments of the orchestra, really are! I would not call sharing this perspective ‘ attention seeking.’ I would call it natural. The means of doing such, is speaking up, every where, on the internet, in social groups, in blogs and vlogs. Some could say, it is a form of advertising, yet in effect, what is advertising but communication.  It is only fear, and lack of real processing ability ( which is natural)  that warps the very fabric of what is here, as us, as instruments, as life. 

What happens when one gets caught in a false web of ‘ sound’ and embraces, as resonates, that sound construct is a loss of spatial ability in reality. Meaning, just as I, for a moment,  lost my ‘ train of thought” as words as perspective, when the goal post was changed in a moment, through words as ‘ you are a political philospher,’  and my slowing down sense as a morality, of and as, wanting to attend to the other’s words, and everything else, as myself and the very geometry of the reality around me,  so was I at a loss in ‘ reading’ the sounds/forms/movements around me. My processing was not up to speed, as I have not been taught this, which is incredible, because it is the very nature of who and what I am as a human being!  I mean, this is what happens when one learns an instrument and performs with an orchestra! Why are we not taught this in school for example? Why are we sitting in boxes, memorizing a set body of information, that is really a very limited scaffold of information, that one could say, is tantamount to using only half the alphabet!?  Some may think this comparison is absurd, yet it is probably not absurd enough! lol

It is like, we are being or allowing, ourselves to be made into a square, when there is a whole circle out there, called earth, that is of a geometry far beyond that very limited form. And we wonder why we lose out spatial ability, as it becoming more difficult to drive at night as we age, or to deal with traffic, as we age. Or, it becomes increasingly harder to communicate, which is to share, ‘ advertise’ our perspective, with others.  Why we forget our new homes, our new kitchens and suddenly move in our new kitchen as though we were in another ‘ past’ time, suddenly moving as though we were in that kitchen of the past! It is why we want to tell the same stories again and again and again, as we age, as this is validating our own accepted and allowed geometry that we use to define us, this needing constant attention, because to step out of that is to suddenly realize there is a whole circle out there, filled with shapes and sounds and movements that are who and what we really are. To change, and communicate as life, the life that is this reality, a sudden change of one’s goal post’ would appear to be an incredible interruption, and one would feel like one was falling, just as the tiny moment, when one realizes one is no longer in that old kitchen! A sense of loss of space and time. What if one could never lose that sense of ‘ life’ and flowed with and as it, which is the real capacity of one as life?  What if one, could attend to creation, as the very fabric of this incredible creation, and express with and as it, here, working together. communicating life? 

In some ways, what I do here, in this blog, is  an a lie tic, is analytic.  It is where, I myself have become such a response, as a reaction to a ‘ lie’ which is really just a limitation, moving to synchronize myself out of having, as an analogy, only used half or so, of the alphabet as a means of communication, of and as attending to, and spent time as reaction in advertising my own protection and defense, as a character, robot, form(ulaic), instead of  responding to the quest, embracing all of the geometry of here, as who and what I am.  It is a form of protection, after all, to analyze the tic, the geometry of this reality, and what is limited and imposed upon it.  Who and what I really am, is probably here, and always has been, it is my own attention seeking, into limited forms, that separate me from myself  that I have accepted and allowed. I am that famous humpty dumpty, in many ways, this which is eventually noticed in the space of one’s life.  It is like a shill, composed of sound, that is like a shield, of protection, pulling one’s self through limited geometry as practiced polarized beliefs, that has no real structural resonance with reality, with creation- as myself not being in synch with creation.  What is cool, is that I can embrace, as move to discover my own protections and question my own geometry, to make mis-takes, to  recompose myself as allow myself to question myself, and see that there is really nothing to lose, or gain, as what is awesome is already here, it is up to me to accept and allow who and what I really am as life. 

Thus, ad hominem, is changing to goal post, creating a label, attaching it to an object, and adding a color of hyperbolized, or inflamed value judgements, warping space and time.  It is using a natural communication system as what men do, and calling it advertising in one area, and attention seeking in another, meanwhile, it could still remain under the heading/framework/umbrella of and as sharing perspective, focusing on dimensions of reality for a moment, to clarify and define, to understand details within the greater whole.   In all, words can be used in manipulative ways, building stories through comparison, constructed connections on a page of and as words spoken and written using inflammatory language, polarizing into narrow means. If one is not stable within one’s self, one can be tossed like a wave on a shore. Yet, that means as that shore, is always there, if one simply moves with it, and becomes aware of the alphabet of creation as the cells that are the pro-biology of life all around us, that are who and what we are.  

Thank you for reading. 

The storm is only as big as I allow it Day 775

Yesterday a local person I have known for years sat and talked with me. The degree of the use of hyperbole, which uses labels intensified with value judgements, in the words and descriptions used told no real story other than techno-colored dream coat. lol. The word ‘ techno’ I recently discovered as being ‘ skill.” Thus, ‘ techno’ colored, if color is a way to frame emotion, would mean the skill of using colored, or polarized values. 

This is such a busy work. If I took what was said, I would have absolutely no understanding of what was really happening as actions about and in, and of the reality around me. None. Astounding. 

Such a techno of emotion and feeling expression, can appear to be so loud, and so real, and of such force, it would be hard to counter it, if one was of a focus on this without any sense of objectivity. I can imagine a child trying to decode this. It would be a chaos, and of little real value. And, it is of such a punishing state,  the blows of and as it, would be something to run from. It would also, in the process of learning to ‘ read’ this, really slow down one’s ability to put things into a balanced order.  Such behavior would require a protracted learning process, and divide one from what is more natural. I mean, look, when someone talks about something, with a more complete and effective understanding, it is enjoyable to hear, because it lends more here-ness.  If we look, so much of the time- the chronology of our creations as words, are a spin in an motional roller coaster. I feel at this moment, that what I learned so much of, was how to ride the roller coaster!  A cool-aid to get along and go-along, to survive. 

One thing I notice about myself, done within looking at contrasts as my behavior, is a day when I became so angry in a family situation, to the point where I could say, I could only see black within me. In that moment, being that, as in being that anger, that was that of which I speak, this form of a intense desire to resist and push away, reject and punish in a verbal way, with some find of ‘ force,’ was, in that moment, suddenly, not the place to go. Another process of elimination. In that moment, no matter what, being that intense emotional reaction, even if I was correct, was unacceptable. The subsequent sense was of not wanting to go into that kind of reaction, and yet not being clear on a more directed order , time-chronology, to move as.  I had become the skill of colored values, and in a moment, saw no real purpose within it, and yet, had not built a real purpose, with a real principle to stand as in stead, as myself.  And yet, the illusion, is that who and what I am is actually, and always is, right here. This is all an order of sorting out the focus of myself as the hyperbolized technology I accepted and allowed, and instead considering and valuing who and what I am in total. 

I did notice, at times, and was aware of , at times, of myself trying to force something onto a scenario. I was trying to force this ‘ story’ out in front of me, as a projection as a composition of ‘ stuff’ as a consequence of movements, more of making some values HUGE over others, as a ‘ thing’ right there, in the moment, in front of me. I would become increasingly more intense in forcing my storied creations out in front of me, as me. I was not even aware of how much I was doing this, as all focus was on that creation, that entity, that thing, of a picture, of ideas, that were,  inchoate.  I had the sense that this is what I was doing. Behind it, was a sense of hopelessness, that had no emotion. I would call it a ‘ hopelessness’ of truth, because there in the corners of the storm, was an awareness that what i was being had no real value. I suppose that grew, as what is within us, as what is accepted and allowed, grows, as it comes up again and again until it is bigger and unable to be denied. what one practices, works both ways. A more perfect practice, as more recognition and respect of the physical as life, would bring forth greater awareness and real effective creation and presence. My separation from the game of spewing emotional values, also had an observer of and as realizing the lack of real effect such behaviors allowed in my immediate environment.  We ll know what we do, thus there is no real excuse! 

When I really knew a piece of music, and or was comfortable in producing the sounds that made music, I could ‘ move around in it’ so-to-speak. I could tweek it, play within it. I could change values within the order or succession of sounds. It was like I could ‘ walk in it.” 

Words are the same. 

 Yesterday, while being in the presence of a projection of value judgements, all I could do, was to watch this, take a time-line from it, as the objects on which expletives as value judgements colored, and use what understanding I had, as most of what was talked about was about things far away,  and draw more effective relationships towards realizing the practical, via looking at what is right here in my world, as the very order, and lack of care for the reality around me. Meaning, realizing what is good for all things as what would improve what is here around me, as simple things, like caring for a home, having a home that is not more than what one practically needs, the state of the environment around me, the use of the environment, the degree of focus on all things, as others around me, the patterns of behavior in my local area, etc. One example of a small thing, is the realization that a young man, who walked up and down my street many times, suddenly was no longer there, and not because he had moved, because he had died of a drug overdose. What has been accepted and allowed, as an overall hyperbolization of limited values, causing storms of non-focused potential, are right outside our doors, we need only look. 

To suddenly bring all this forward, in the face of that same state of being, as I had suddenly realized, through a process of elimination, as being ineffective, yet at a loss, because of a lack of correct practice and use of myself, - to being the practical forward, with many details, as best I can, in the face of a dramatic value system, would take patience and persistence, to essentially bring forth was is more natural, as who and what we really are, before a separation into hyper-poles of judgement , creating a vortex, like an inversion of self that eats the physical substance of self,  and creates a self that does not realize life. Dis-covering in this regard, out of a mis-use of self, is to open a window, where the window was built by the self, and that outside world, was always there, as it is that life right here.

In relation to being subjected to what has become a norm, to some degree. I could see, where non-reactions towards this, and a focus into a greater and clearer order of the practical, did not feed that emotional storm. And that storm, couldn't define who I was choosing to be, as the very presence of my attention. I reality, there was no real worth within moving into that storm, and yet,  to look at it, though a practice of sorting this out remains, in some ways, I have always known what I made into a not-known. Thus, I can blame no one but myself, and even that must be forgiven, as it has no real equality and oneness with the substance of life that is right here, and always has been. 

More on Bringing it Back to Self Day 737

Bringing it back to self.

I am looking at the means justifying the ends. Reviewing this.

I realize that what I aggrandize, as make huge, like an elephant in the room, is what I attend to, as focus on. Is this in self interest, as a relationship of protecting what I define myself within as who I am?

It can be such a narrow focus on a few values, where at the exclusion of all things, as a cross reference, I am lost in a tunnel vision of my own command, my own imagination, my ownership of perspective, my owned borders. Self selected programming. A lie-by-omission.

Within doom and gloom, or, worst case scenarios, I realize this is the choice, because it is always a choice, I can take an extreme, create a fantasy as a hypothetical, as hyperbole, and believe that this is the center of this universe, forgetting all that is me, practically as I am physical first and foremost- my resource -  and project this onto everything, thereby believing that what I compose in my imagination is real. I become my own constructed illusion. And, I forget who I really am, I no longer ‘ know thy self’ and as a consequence am in a distraction, a business of limited insight. 

This causes conflict with my real self. This manifests as friction, or a clash with reality. This separation is colored by a belief that I am a superman, and why does no one else see this? I ask myself in my ego, my idealistic self.

I abandoned my own self worth, as me, as all of me, as the organism that allows me expression. When I am calm and problem solve, with effective actions, my whole temper is more insightful and connected to reality. I quantify greater measures of information,  and move with greater practicality, instead of projecting a myopic story of blame as only seeing a default, often something unkempt that I fear becoming. I end up using fantasy, as a worst case scenario to justify rejecting something instead of realizing what is an innate capacity to compose. Meaning, an innate capacity to see correction via problem solving within practical outlined steps of what builds a constancy that does no harm. This means standing up through my own mental projections and grounding myself in this reality. I mean, in all common sense, what are the elements of a garden growing? The simplicity is astounding and very cool. 

I am looking at the idea - because this is words on a page- of ‘ know thyself.’  I will place this next to the idea of a superman, so-called ‘ master of industry.’  Knowing self is powerful, it is knowing who and what one is, which is to acknowledge the physical world, and the practical steps necessary in real time, within completing a task. This would lead to effective action, and thus success, especially in a world where so many do not reference themselves because of a distraction into a heaven ideal. And yet, to know thyself means being practical, leading to becoming super effective. Somehow, becoming super effective has been made fantasy as the idea of a superman, which technological media can make appear to be real, causing a imaginative picture show of the possibility of great feats in physical time. Here, one is caught in a distraction so easy to quickly play out in the imagination getting a sense of being good, a chemical high and nothing else. Thus, a myopic focus, that happens in a quantum moment, becoming every moment. This is a de-manning ( demon) of self, sending a tie-me/ time dream elevated up there in the mind, un grounding the presence in reality. Thus, the equation of a truth, to pull one in, and a dream to tie one down in a fantasy that by design is a separation from real power, as that simple act of knowing the real score as self as a physical self, where things get done in real space.  The imaginative hyperbole is used after a truthful statement filled with promise, draws one in. This weakens the heart, or the essence of self. It is an imperfect practice of and as the instrument of life as the physical self.

So-called ‘ masters of industry’ simply practice real organization of the organ as the physical, meaning the resources of this earth, into industry, meaning they order the physical and real organ. Yet, unless they do so, ensuring no harm to any living thing, they too are not completely grounded in reality.  All the degrees of separation as each human as the degree of separation from practical physical reality,  can cause a competition that consists of following a dream that has been allowed to be larger-than-life as a focus that is different yet same, by subtle degree , as that equation of a truth coupled with a fantasy. That fantasy composed of inflamed values that are actions of excluding practical values that exist in balance in physical symbiotic nature, this earth. Even this earth at the moment, is less than its potential, as the very waters of existence are not evenly distributed in a balanced and effective act of sustaining what is here. Have a look, do we not use water to balance temperature, is this means not constructed? Yet, this may be too big of a jump, myself using hyperbole that may have some truth.  I am the product of such a system, I have to practice being simple and stop the holywood game within me. 

We may organize something in our daily lives. For example, I may, and have done this, rearrange my furniture after living in a home for a while. One day, I assess my home and have a ‘ vision’ of  changing the furniture arrangement. I assess it, imagine it ( okay- and correct use of the imagination) and move to physically rearrange. I may even change up the idea, and change the change as I move through the practical action of my idea/image. Afterwards, I stand and look at my re-creation and have a sense of satisfaction of ‘ pride’ in my capacity to do, even when on a simple scale such as this. I have become a ‘ master’ of my own industry within the dimensions of where I am at. I can enjoy this moment, without aggrandizing it, using it to make myself ‘ more’ than another, etc.. It is a simple act that I took to improve the space in which I live. 

In another dimension, I may have decided to take care of what I have as refurbish it, rearrange it to allow an environment of greater ease, as a solution, instead of going out and purchasing a whole new set of furniture because I have an idea that this is a solution, and because, to some degree, all-new-things, is somehow more fashionable, as it would be, in a consumerist society. I have had a sense that simply caring for what I have and rearranging it, is somehow counter intuitive to supporting this society. Thus, my pride as the simple self action, is colored with some guilt, a strange mix within me. Yet, that is the point of the ‘ superman’ layered story of colored, or polarized values, as such things so readily happen within me.  I forget enjoyment of the simple action of organizing as being present with what is here.  That pull into an extreme, as using a value judgement formulated without regard for effective and harmless actions that are enjoying a moment only, are impulsing me away from practicality and respect for the physical world that functions in simple terms. This pull into an idea of value, in my imagination, can go both ways, into a negative self definition or a positive self definition, either/or not realizing the simple enjoyment of organizing an organism as the physical. This physical being the means of everything I am.  Hard to see such simplicity with an overblown imagination moving counter to an innate ability to be the practice of  common sense. 

Thus, our ‘ masters of industry’ simply have a greater focus on the practical, and some can say, the means to move things around in the greater whole, which is why, resource acquisition is what our labor supports, even in giving to a church, that very standard of distracting through inner scaffolding, or scripting of information towards a belief in some greater life after this real life, this physical life, a life that would be creation, because being physical is creation manifest.  The thing we put energy into, as fighting, for resource, is revelatory of what is most real, as the physical. The time we spend as ideas, as stories of information in our imaginations, a quick and fast moving story where we live success in an instant, creating a false pride, is a mis-use of ourselves as life. It is that what we are, is so out of balance, and so habituated, the means using pieces of who and what we are, is so right in front of us, we will be astounded that we never saw this. Hopefully, it will happen before it is too late. There is a point of no return, a cancel of real life, as what cancer is and does.  

The solution is to breath, to slow way down and begin to see the patterns of deception, the patterns of de-ce-ption, the patterns of imagination superimposed on reality as an inner scaffold of ideas that is a bias made of aggrandized values in both directions, the bad and the good, as the negative that moves into a positive - the positive being a double consistently-practiced negative which is a giving up of self into the imagination. With moving focus into breathing, one begins to build a greater sense of self in relation to the whole of this reality. Then, is the work that turns into play, as sorting this all out and birthing self back into what is more natural, reordering the self, re-organizing the self - back into, and away from a scattered through a lie-by-omission self smothered in imagination as a false script filled with truths and colored with extremes - equal and one to what is the real universe, as the physical, where real creation happens. 

Real mastery is the realization that there are no masters, and there are no slaves. Real mastery respects all things, taking that which is good and does no harm. This is done right here, in the moment.  Use your imagination correctly, imagine walking down any street, through any wood, over any bridge, and having the space to admire this creation being in an effective and supportive and expansive order, where all children can walk wherever they want, without fear and with an open mind, learning to create, taking that which is good and does no harm. Is this not what we all want. Listen for it, it is there, it is under the illusion, and it is what we all desire. Slow down and breath. No one can do this, it takes all of us. The means is within us, each and every one. All the kings men, and all the king’s horses cannot put us back together again, What is cool is that it is natural for us to do this.