The Psychedelic Revolution

Interesting. You consider me 'bitchy' because I disagree with you, or because I find your words to be offensive. In other words, you are offended yourself by my being offended by you? You realize that's a bit silly, no?

I don't feel like I have a bruised ego. I merely feel that when you respond to my saying you come across as condescending by relating how you come across to children, there appear to be certain connotations involved.

It is the offended who take offense, but it is the offender who, upon seeing they have caused offense, particularly if it is not once, to only one person, but repeatedly to many, that has the option to modify the behavior that seems to be causing offense. We could respond to the problem of murder by telling people to relax, it's not that big a deal, it's just something that some people, ya know, do sometimes. It's all in your head that getting murdered is an offense. But we don't.

 

So here you claim your world is different from mine? Interesting.

Of course, Mine. I have arguments/debates with myself quite often, I find it entertaining and quite productive.

 

Yes all are able. Many are simply not concerned at this point. Projection and blame are sufficient comfort so as to not effect any real change. My point is that we can only lend stability in the areas we are stable.

 

To the extent of your claim that the wind doesn't oft inspire you to act, there is an apparent difference in appreciation.

 

No I considered you bitchy in the face of our obvious blooming friendship. Please accept my apology for any ruffled feathers.

My point is that I often appear gruff or unapproachable to some, but that wears off. Is this threatening or condescending?

I hope at some point to be contrite to the extent that we can have a level conversation.

 

Puzzles entertain me, they are fun. Problem solving is part of my nature, it's something I am attuned to. I think there is value in working on such puzzles, or at least that it something I find fulfilling.

 

And we can only lend inspiration toward change in the areas we are inspired. This is not the same as projection and blame. I don't -blame- men for what I see as something that I am inspired to change. I don't blame anyone. Yet I am still inspired to help the change along. Stability is over-rated at times. It can be exactly that comfort that doesn't effect any real change.

 

I like chocolate, you like vanilla. Hence, obviously, we must duel to the death to determine which is better.

 

Nah, it's all the same to me, a series of sensations, some of which we call pleasant and some not so. Your likes do not conflict with mine.

 

Stability is another word for balance, which comes highly recommended by you.

 

It's not a script, it's a JOKE.
I like you autumnbreeze, but you really need to step back and have a good laugh at how intensly serious you are becoming in all of this, same with you thedope.

My god people, you are losing sight of the FACT that we are all expressing OPINIONS here and nothing to get riled up about.
Both of you are getting so wrapped up in this and to what end? Hell we aren't even able to speak face to face.
I caught myself getting to serious about all this crap, hence my break from serious and an attempt at humor.

Now calm down both of you before I send you to your rooms without dessert


Can't we all just get along?rettyplease:

Now a big hug everybody :grouphug:

 

Dammit PB, you are cock blocking our foreplay.

 

WOOHOO!!
My post pushed it to 60 pages.
YeeHaw!
How do you like that Chinacat

 

Someone please kill this thread.
Kill it with fire.

 

Or they could just create a new topic board for it.

 

Ok, apology accepted. Please accept my own as well. I perhaps went over the top with the personal remarks. And rather intentionally didn't take your words in the best possible light. This was because I felt, and still feel, that behind certain aspects of them there is a seed of what I saw. I could be wrong.

This seed is... A desire to explain to me how it is that my actions, my desires, are meaningless and without fruit. That the distress I see, or the problem I see, is not a problem at all. That all is right with the world and no action is required. And the thing is, on one level I agree. No action is ever -required-. But that doesn't mean action in such cases is bad either. When the spring comes, we plant. When the autumn comes, we harvest. Such actions are perhaps, not needed. We can simply sit, and agree that all is right with the world, and die, accept death with all that entails. Or we can plant, and harvest.

I see fields lying fallow, and it is spring. So I plant seeds.

 

I'm having a blast here, don't know about you. My sense of humor might just be a touch...different then yours.

 

Ah. Well, stability can have multiple meanings. It can also refer to a tendency to not change.

 

What ever we do we do together. I agree about timing, "helpful" is a matter of timing. There is always something to be learned, I don't care particularly for preaching to the choir or rehashing awareness that we already share. I recognize you and from the little you have said we share very similar backgrounds and focuses. I thought I heard you say your path was shamanic,
I would call mine mystical. The information we we bring to bear comes from particular stages of consciousness. To verify the information requires the personal practice of achieving those states.

 

Mystical, shamanic, words are words. They fail to describe essence. We have commonalities in lines of our thought, and differences as well. And rehashing awareness is sometimes helpful to find those areas where my lines of thought and yours, my experiences and yours, converge or diverge. It's a manner of building a common language.

Whatever we do, we do together indeed. This doesn't mean we'll not disagree how we, as a whole, should proceed, or what is is that we shall do. The mind divided is a space where change can occur. It's what sets the dance in motion, the juxtapositions create counterpoint. If all instruments held a steady tone, there would be no beat, no melody. And where would be the beauty in that?