occutl must be, womans underground gossip, funny because, the internet has no fucking real base of actually defining any reality or information either, YOU however whores, have not in the logick department i think.
come on, you gotta read it all the way moron, we just reading the same thing but i can't follow it now. :/
alas de ellendeh said:
the girl said "now we shall see to find it, a way to not report him to taxes, and so you don't have to go to psychaitry again, also we are building a site also underneath" that is your girlfriend man, if she in all that you were already planning, do not have that honousty? what do you think will happen to 7 million nice girls? DO you have ANY idea, how fucking stupid you are, and how fucking strong security is???? FOR YOUR SAKE I ASSURE YOU!
Yeah Fuck the fuck off shitface...;)
Nox Umbra said:
FUCK OFF ASSHOLE!!!
Someone PLEASE BAN THIS IDIOT!
I can Spout Tantric drivel too!
Identity of the world (samsara) and nirvana.
Mind is the origin of all things.
Mind is the universal seed,
Both samsara and nirvana spring forth from it.
As is nirvana, so is samsara.
Do not think there is any distinction.
Yet it possesses no single nature
For I know it as quite pure.
Here there is no beginning, no middle, no end,
Neither samsara nor nirvana.
In this state of highest bliss
There is neither self nor other.
Whatever you see, that is it,
In front, behind, in all the ten directions.
One should not think of molecules or atoms;
It is this supreme bliss that pours forth unceasingly as existence.
Do not sit at home, do not go to the forest,
But recognize mind wherever you are.
When one abides in complete and perfect enlightenment,
When samsara and where is nirvana?
"This is myself and this is another."
Be free of this bond which encompasses you about,
and your own self is thereby released.
Everything is Buddha without exception.
Do not discriminate, but see things as one,
Making no distinction of families.
Look and listen, touch and eat,
smell, wander, sit and stand,
Renounce the vanity of discussion,
Abandon thought and be not moved from singleness.
Abandon thought and be just like a child.
Do not then conceive differences in yourself.
When there is no distinction between body, speech and mind,
Then the true nature of the Innate shines forth.
I have visited in my wanderings shrines and other places of pilgrimage,
But I have not seen another shrine blissful like my own body.
Eat and drink, indulge the senses,
Fill the mandala (with offerings) again and again,
By things like these you'll gain the world beyond.
Enjoying the world of sense, one is undefiled by the world of sense.
One plucks the lotus without touching the water.
So the yogin who has gone to the root of things
Is not enslaved by the senses although he enjoys them.
Even as water entering water
Has the same savour,
So faults and virtues are accounted the same
As there is no opposition between them.
There is neither passion nor absence of passion.
Seated beside her own, her mind destroyed,
Thus I have seen the yogini.
That blissful delight that consists between lotus [vagina] and vajra [thunderbolt, ie, penis],
Who does not rejoice there?
This moment may be the bliss of means, or of both wisdom and means . .
It is profound, it is vast.
it is neither self nor other . . .
Even as the moon makes light in black darkness,
So in one moment the supreme bliss removes all defilement.
When the sun of suffering has set,
Then arises this bliss, this lord of the stars.
It creates with continuous creativity,
And of this comes the mandala circle [of the cosmos].
Gain purification in bliss supreme,
For here lies final perfection.
Thought bound brings bondage, and released brings release,
there's no doubt of that.
When bound, it dashes in all directions,
But released, it stays still.
Consider the camel, friend.
I see there a similar paradox.
"One fixes the eyes, obstructs the thought, restrains the breath.
That is the teaching of our lord and master."
But when the flow of his breath is quite motionless,
And the yogin is dead, what then?
The Jain monks mock the Way with their appearance,
With their long nails and their filthy clothes,
Or naked and dishevelled hair,
Enslaving themselves with their doctrine of release.
As a clear crystal assumes
The colour of another object,
So the jewel of the mind is colored
With the hue of what it imagines.
The jewel of the mind is naturally devoid
Of the colour of these ideas.
Originally pure, unoriginated,
Impersonal, and without stain.
So with all one's might, one should do
Whatever fools condemn,
And, since one's mind is pure,
Dwell in union with one's divinity.
The mystics, pure of mind,
Dally with lovely girls,
Infatuated with the poisonous flame of passion,
That they may be set free from desire . . .
The mystic duly dwells
On the manifold merits of his divinity
He delight in thoughts of passion,
And by the enjoyment of passion is set free.
As a washerman uses dirt
to wash clean a garment,
So, with impurity,
The wise man makes himself pure.
alas de ellendeh said:
walking in the pain shadow for you dumb fucks
Where is a beating ones head against a wall image. Animated...