can there be a productive hatred? of Hatred?
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the paradox, it seems, will never leave us in this cold world full of warm sunsets, hugs, and genocide. The duality of incarnation started with our pairs of eyes, legs, really with the first cell division but it's been nothing but more of that shit since conception. Hell, even sex was the proveribial yin and yang getting their freaky deak on. The blessing of the curse.
so I awoke this morning (1:12 P.M. for the record) with a new taste for hate in my mouth. The haters, and I mean the REAL haters who hate for reasons they could never justify in Heaven's court, are running our fucking Nation, their little shadow government, and subsequent allies over the world plotting power moves to secure their caste above the one's they hate. Why do they hate us?
I don't know. But I know that I don't hate them, directly. I'm starting to feel a power from hating their hatred though. No, REALLY hating on it. Feeling the surge of requited love pump energy to my heart when the words " I hate you!" emerge upon pondering the haters of life that are continually assasinating all things lively. These are dark times.
The Sith have visualized a plan to put themselves in a position to control a holy war of hatred and judgement, and where does it end? Is this really an assassination attempt on Earth? Are these really the babies who would abort their mother before they are even born? IF and only IF, this is the case and there is THAT level of hatred in the swarm of beasts of men THEN I hate them.
You should hate them to. Hatred is a form of love, no? Their Hatred is different because it is mutinous against the very forces of Nature that sustain us AND them. Our newfound hatred will be a positive thing. A strand of our everlasting love for the forces that do sustain us and bless us with life, love, and liberty for REAL. Can we not take up our hatred as a sword to defend against those who hate our Mother and Father and even more filthily, our children of the future??
The paradox hasn't left us even in our highest stages of enlightened development. In fact, it has OWNED that path from Christ to Buddah, from Nagarjuna to Wilber, ALL frought with the paradoxical result of seiing and being through a non-duality and then dealing with the dualistic habits of the Kosmos in THIS world. Though it is impossible to enlighten all sentient beings, I must never pass from this world till I do. The world is Illusary. Brahman alone is real. Brahman IS the world. So to honor our enlightenment, we have to surf samsara and make love to maya for God knows how long... that's not important. WE are insignificant. That's a supreme spiritual understanding that seems paradoxical. Though we kind ourselves on peaks of achivement's mountain with a sincere pat on the back from our Divine Source, a resounding crack from God's other hand sends us shooting down the slopes, back into the fiery pits of humanity's utter lack of humanity.
The paradox is our strength. An understanding gives this paradox a secret access code to enter from below and use it from above. I hate hatred. I love love. I create what creates me. I destroy what destroys me. Are these not neo-logic? Do the wisdom traditions ultimate conclusions on the nature of our existence not affirm this?
I realize that I'm just "grappling" right now with powers that I have yet to fully understand. The Tao continually provides me with an equalateral myst every time I think I find a clearing in the forest. My committment to justice is unswayed. Hate will not be it's baton, but my questioning the lack of hate's positive usage lives on. It basically boils down to: do we have a right to hate, destroy, and kill to ultimately reveal that this world CAN be experienced without those things being our overlords?
the paradox, it seems, will never leave us in this cold world full of warm sunsets, hugs, and genocide. The duality of incarnation started with our pairs of eyes, legs, really with the first cell division but it's been nothing but more of that shit since conception. Hell, even sex was the proveribial yin and yang getting their freaky deak on. The blessing of the curse.
so I awoke this morning (1:12 P.M. for the record) with a new taste for hate in my mouth. The haters, and I mean the REAL haters who hate for reasons they could never justify in Heaven's court, are running our fucking Nation, their little shadow government, and subsequent allies over the world plotting power moves to secure their caste above the one's they hate. Why do they hate us?
I don't know. But I know that I don't hate them, directly. I'm starting to feel a power from hating their hatred though. No, REALLY hating on it. Feeling the surge of requited love pump energy to my heart when the words " I hate you!" emerge upon pondering the haters of life that are continually assasinating all things lively. These are dark times.
The Sith have visualized a plan to put themselves in a position to control a holy war of hatred and judgement, and where does it end? Is this really an assassination attempt on Earth? Are these really the babies who would abort their mother before they are even born? IF and only IF, this is the case and there is THAT level of hatred in the swarm of beasts of men THEN I hate them.
You should hate them to. Hatred is a form of love, no? Their Hatred is different because it is mutinous against the very forces of Nature that sustain us AND them. Our newfound hatred will be a positive thing. A strand of our everlasting love for the forces that do sustain us and bless us with life, love, and liberty for REAL. Can we not take up our hatred as a sword to defend against those who hate our Mother and Father and even more filthily, our children of the future??
The paradox hasn't left us even in our highest stages of enlightened development. In fact, it has OWNED that path from Christ to Buddah, from Nagarjuna to Wilber, ALL frought with the paradoxical result of seiing and being through a non-duality and then dealing with the dualistic habits of the Kosmos in THIS world. Though it is impossible to enlighten all sentient beings, I must never pass from this world till I do. The world is Illusary. Brahman alone is real. Brahman IS the world. So to honor our enlightenment, we have to surf samsara and make love to maya for God knows how long... that's not important. WE are insignificant. That's a supreme spiritual understanding that seems paradoxical. Though we kind ourselves on peaks of achivement's mountain with a sincere pat on the back from our Divine Source, a resounding crack from God's other hand sends us shooting down the slopes, back into the fiery pits of humanity's utter lack of humanity.
The paradox is our strength. An understanding gives this paradox a secret access code to enter from below and use it from above. I hate hatred. I love love. I create what creates me. I destroy what destroys me. Are these not neo-logic? Do the wisdom traditions ultimate conclusions on the nature of our existence not affirm this?
I realize that I'm just "grappling" right now with powers that I have yet to fully understand. The Tao continually provides me with an equalateral myst every time I think I find a clearing in the forest. My committment to justice is unswayed. Hate will not be it's baton, but my questioning the lack of hate's positive usage lives on. It basically boils down to: do we have a right to hate, destroy, and kill to ultimately reveal that this world CAN be experienced without those things being our overlords?
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