Who's got a question?

Just ask the axis

 

Here's my question: Am I with the right girl?

There are two ways to analyze a question like that, Either A) I'm having relationship problems and I have doubts about who I'm with,

or B) I've found my true soul mate and would like someone else to confirm my belief that I really have found my one and only.

I look forward to reading your response.

 

Whichever girl you're with is the right girl.

Got it?

 

Yes.

 

Excellent response! I'd go into the reasons but it'd spoil the beautiful simplicity of that nuggety morsel

 

WHy did street bot fail.??

 

Thanks LL - yeah, in the mystical guru biz we hafta leave some stuff unsaid, so as to stimulate creative connections in the mind of the student.

 

His algorithm is oversimplified.

 

Mike is apparently on vacation, so I'm taking over as interim answer dude, being as how I've been studying his technique.

What you're missing is a feeling of wholeness and fulfillment.

 

Who's going to be the next president?

 

The candidate with the most successful camouflage, allowing us to project our own hopes and expectations into the inilluminated void and believe that "that one" truly fulfills our deepest desires...

 

Beautiful, squeaky-clean Ontario..."Him" waits in the wings for his onstage cue...you're so young and impatient. [*sigh*]...go find out who YOU are, so you'll be ready when he comes.

 

have I reached the boundaries of my vision or can I still grow?

 

Dearest Darthkacie, the boundaries of your vision are self-imposed - if you want to go farther, simply believe. There is SO much more...

 

What street did I grow up on?

 

a capillary, attached to a vein, attached to an artery.
a street that is connected to all the other streets
on a grid, multiplying.

 

LOL

Hey Gib, whadyuthinkIyam, psychic or sumthun?

I'm only a puppet of the spirits, and they ain't sharing their data right now.

The spirits are the ones in control, not me, not you.

You know what street you grew up on, and the spirits know.

What I know is that the street you grew up on was the perfect street for the perfect development of the perfect subjectivist...though I might possibly wrestle with you for that role...

 

The current beginning of my book is as follows:

The universe had been hell for four years. But the hell was finally paying off.
I allowed myself to relax. I granted myself a holiday from hell.
The universe now was heaven.
The universe—my universe: My experience. Isn’t this, in a sense, all that the universe is?
This was my experience:
The universe was my desk and my computer, in my tiny office hidden in the maze of hallways within a red brick state government building.
The universe was warmth. My stomach below my navel felt as if a heat lamp was aimed at it, only the glow was deeper. It came from the inside and radiated outward.
The warmth came from an angel. Or a witch perhaps, considering some things I had heard about her.


(Copyright 2008 by Richard Bryant Reinertson. All rights reserved.)

Experience.

You grew up on the street that was granted to you in this life, this incarnation...

 

"Hell is the truth realised too late."

"If you find yourself in hell, keep going."

I like your suggestion though zen ... "have a holiday from it." We can just step outside of it but the ego says nope, not allowed, got to feel guilty or proud, but we do it anyway, "OMG!" says the ego, "You can't do that!" ..."watch me i'm dead already." you say...

Gib ... didn't you ask that question already?!

 

Classic, I couldn't have said it better myself. You can go your whole life believing in everything or believing in nothing, either way you save yourself ALOT of thinking.