Vaishnava Redux

Bad Clever Scientist, the deeds of Bad Clever Scientist. Bad Clever Scientist and The Man.

One day some time ago, Bad Clever Scientist existed. Bad Clever Scientist is too long a name - let's just call him Dr B.

Dr B wanted to fool a mind.

This is what he did. You see Dr B was able to create real minds with real lives. He would get them to live a day or two, give them an id and memories, any memories at all that he liked. These memories were so useful that they could be converted into working skills, living skills, even for the day or so they lived.

You are the scene in a movie theatre.

Not a dark, dim theatre, a brightly lit theatre, showing a 360 degree panoramic movie

You    -    Are the movie projector.

Once upon a time, a country far, far away, there lived a computer known as the ZX81.

The ZX81's relationship with the world was through a cassette tape recorder. Whenever the recorder was plugged into the ZX81, it would see all the wonderful things in the world, and when the ZX81 wanted to store its thoughts, it would output them into the world, through the tape for dissemination and later recollection.

Mooji on a spliff.

Here is one guru who looks like he wasn't averse to enjoying few spliffs in his pre enlightenment days, i.e if he did.

Enlightenment brings its own high. Yes. True.
Relax guys, you won't miss out.

Mooji speaks.

He speaks. As he speaks there is a repeated chopping sound in the background. We can't see what it is, but it sounds like the chopping of wood, so we will call it the sound of wood chopping.

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, ...

Annoying, isn't it? Irritating, intruding into the conversation, distracting our attention. Why doesn't Mooji say - "someone stop that noise - whatever it is can wait!!"? After all it is Mooji, HE is Mooji.

He continues his message, the sound goes on.

In the present moment is Union elucidated
Union is silence at the heart of the Mind
Then the Observer abides in His own nature
Otherwise It identifies with the waves of the mind.

We all have a sense of time. A sense of time underpins all our perceptions. A sense of the relevance of time underpins all our values. Our values rest in a matrix of our sense of time.

We see.

We don't know how we see, but we see.

The traditional belief is that light shines on objects, is reflected of those objects into our eyes, and from stimulation of certain parts of the brain via the optic nerve we see the images that the creator God wishes us to see.

Every website needs a theme song - so does every New Age guru wannabe

Earth, Wind and Fire's Fantasy proferred itself, which I thoughtfully, graciously, and gratefully accepted. Thanks to Earth, Wind and Fire - they are veritable Gandharvas.

The Srimad Bhagavatam has an interesting chapter about the nature of the ego and identity, described in a story about a contest of power between Krishna and the Creator God, Brahma. There is no need to repeat it here, as you've probably read it. It is available online at krsnabook.com

Krishna's ability to manifest himself in the forms of the gopas and calves is expressed. But what about the unexpressed part?

Who Is Igraine?

The initial observer that was Igraine had died years ago, so who came alive as being her, but was not her?

Whose sense of I, present and past, became her? The original had died years ago, but someone became the I of her deceased person, someone whose sense of ego pertinence, feelings, memories, thoughts, concerns, was her, yet was not her?