Funny I know nothing about this subject, but I’ve heard it practiced as a Sufi Heart Chakra meditation and it seemed to work for the guy.
I’m taught to imagine a jury trying to deliberate on the goddess of confusion. Expect my worst fear to come get me in a neuro-psionic synchronicity.
The practice is to believe in nothing entirely but everything almost entirely to where it doesn’t get you in trouble with paranoia and anxiety. Each world view is my own in one way or another so I must love the view, the world, and the people that hold the views. Even the ones I may find horrendous, insidious or terrorist.
The book of revelations warned of the barcode in the palm of your hand and the evil entities forming a one world religion and government, where rebellion is impossible. Without the barcode, say the “accusers”, you will not eat, which is strangely being rolled out by Amazon at Whole Foods.
So we’re just waiting on the entities now, which the book of revelations seems to think it’ll be Satan. Wouldn’t it be odd if satan was an extra terrestrial witnessed by Moses or one of Jesus’ followers? Maybe Mothman with beaty red eyes and wings?
The fun in life is an illusion, more so than the not fun. Love is a practice to feel better and have fun. It requires your imagination and a willingness to rebuild your current world view over again.
Any contention with your current beliefs and your ability to imagine loving every thing you might not want to love, will falter your ability to control self pity, anxiety, paranoia, depression, and every other sickness. Humanity is a drag. Spice it up you Witch.
Nothing you know is wrong. And the opposite is true.
Loving is the easiest thing to surrender to if you let it. Like really let it go. Imagine for a second you’re not you you; you’re a vision of you from something or somewhere else. What do you notice?
Something wildly misunderstood is love. How a God would love it’s creation. How a god would see you. Now we’re playing imagination time, don’t go turning narcissus, ego maniacal and Machiavellian, but can you see through the eyes of god? Do you see how it loves the things you don’t? See how it loves the people and things even you hate?
The practice of loving, is something I’ve allowed to store space in my brain. Your annoyances are illuminated, nothing bothers you, glee, gracefulness, humility all become common experiences. Simply because you choose to see love.
Ignore it if you dare, but be warned, stress can be insurmountable.
Optimism can be best identified as loving within reason. Since cynicism is so attractive to a lazy mind, optimism has been addressed as blind, stupid, and hopeless. They’re not wrong. But they’re not right either, and if you try to love, you can avoid an inescapable lifetime of misery. Numb, spiteful, arrogant, and ego centric.
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So as you sit there practicing your heart chakra exercise aimed to love everything, get imaginative. With little mental effort, you, your family, the country, the world, will fill with intention to love. It’s contagious.
The warm feeling you have over grandmas house, a special birthday with friends. You feel good, loved, appreciated. So how do you treat others in those moments?
Without guidance on structuring a world view that is capable of transcending common 21st century mental ailments in the likes of crippling anxiety, depression, identity crisis’, bipolar disorder, crime, terrorism, we will lose touch of love, purpose, and understanding. None of us had proper guidance. Rock n Roll did for me. Music gave me puzzle pieces, that formed an experience. Unique only to me, just as you.
Hardly a mystery how easily metaprogramming and brainwashing is to accomplish. Ultimately writing me or you into a story that’s certainly known to be mostly unknown.
In theory we exist in many ways, with our eyes we see faces and bodies and things. Cancer is caused by structuring a world view only based off what you see with our eyes.
I made that up, but cancer is wildly unknown too. So I’m not entirely wrong. Again, that space between known and unknown is thin.
Surrender.
