petermac33 said...



The combination of lack of logic and denial see to it that the herd are being led up the garden path.

petermac33 said...

Julien Assange is clearly controlled oppposition. Yes he exposes truth,irrelevant truth in the scheme of things,getting your trust and then accepts the official fairytale!

How obvious is that ffs?

evlPanda said...

I totally agree, believe it or not, just in a different way.

I suggest watching/reading nothing. I suggest not watching any youtube, not reading any books, no newspapers. Eschew all knowledge, clear cache, unlearn, erase, get to truly know yourself first and foremost.

petermac33 said...

I listened to the video.Believe he is a complete shill,similiar to Julien Assange. He still gives credence to the man in a cave theory ffs.

The Teachers were just, for they had been appointed by the Councils, and the Councils are the voice of all justice, for they are the voice of all men. - Ayn Rand

Pleasure is always derived from something outside you, whereas joy arises from within. The very thing that gives you pleasure today will give you pain tomorrow, or it will leave you, so its absence will give you pain. And what is often referred to as love may be pleasurable and exciting for a while, but it is an addictive clinging, an extremely needy condition that can turn into its opposite at the flick of a switch. Many “love” relationships, after the initial euphoria has passed, actually oscillate between “love” and hate, attraction and attack. Real love doesn't make you suffer. How could it? It doesn't suddenly turn into hate, nor does real joy turn into pain.

Imagine the Earth devoid of human life, inhabited only by plants and animals. Would it still have a past and a future? Could we still speak of time in any meaningful way? The question “What time is it?” or “What's the date today?” — if anybody were there to ask it — would be quite meaningless. The oak tree or the eagle would be bemused by such a question. “What time?” they would ask. “Well, of course, it's now. The time is now. What else is there?”

All of these things you will have to relinquish sooner or later. Perhaps you find it as yet hard to believe, and I am certainly not asking you to believe that your identity cannot be found in any of those things. You will know the truth of it for yourself. You will know it at the latest when you feel death approaching. Death is a stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to “die before you die” — and find that there is no such thing

Here is the key: End the delusion of time. Time and mind are inseparable. Remove time from the mind and it stops — unless you choose to use it

Have you ever experienced, done, thought, or felt anything outside the Now? Do you think you ever will? Is it possible for anything to happen or be outside the Now? The answer is obvious, is it not?

Like falling asleep, some spiritual tasks require a more glancing approach.

We are punished for our refusals. Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful. It has been said that the great events of the world take place in the brain. It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also.

"They say that when good Americans die they go to Paris," chuckled Sir Thomas, who had a large wardrobe of Humour's cast-off clothes. "Really! And where do bad Americans go to when they die?" inquired the duchess. "They go to America," murmured Lord Henry.

He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

The worship of the senses has often, and with much justice, been decried, men feeling a natural instinct of terror about passions and sensations that seem stronger than themselves, and that they are conscious of sharing with the less highly organized forms of existence.

"You will never marry again, Lady Narborough," broke in Lord Henry. "You were far too happy. When a woman marries again, it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs."

There are moments, psychologists tell us, when the passion for sin, or for what the world calls sin, so dominates a nature that every fibre of the body, as every cell of the brain, seems to be instinct with fearful impulses. Men and women at such moments lose the freedom of their will. They move to their terrible end as automatons move. Choice is taken from them, and conscience is either killed, or, if it lives at all, lives but to give rebellion its fascination and disobedience its charm. For all sins, as theologians weary not of reminding us, are sins of disobedience. When that high spirit, that morning star of evil, fell from heaven, it was as a rebel that he fell.

"My dear boy," said Lord Henry, smiling, "anybody can be good in the country. There are no temptations there. That is the reason why people who live out of town are so absolutely uncivilized. Civilization is not by any means an easy thing to attain to. There are only two ways by which man can reach it. One is by being cultured, the other by being corrupt. Country people have no opportunity of being either, so they stagnate."

Fiction's about what it is to be a ****ing human being."

There was something terribly enthralling in the exercise of influence. No other activity was like it. To project one's soul into some gracious form, and let it tarry there for a moment; to hear one's own intellectual views echoed back to one with all the added music of passion and youth; to convey one's temperament into another as though it were a subtle fluid or a strange perfume: there was a real joy in that--perhaps the most satisfying joy left to us in an age so limited and vulgar as our own, an age grossly carnal in its pleasures, and grossly common in its aims...

evlPanda said...

(long post)

Do you cut and paste from kindle?

For a few years now, ( it sometimes takes me a while to do things), I have been thinking about getting one of those mini scanner things that look a bit like a pen which you can run across text. I often find stuff which really rings a chord but am too lazy or disorganised to write it down.

I recently bought an Ipod touch from a bloke who was scratching to get some cash together. I was doing a bit of a search today and lo and behold, aside from music Itunes has a pretty good range of reading material. Am going to buy A Perfect Spy and will do some experimenting with cut and paste.

japie said...



When you 'sync' all your annotations and quotes are uploaded to "the cloud". You can then reread them online. It's simple but quite cool.

Every Kindle has its own account with your books, highlights and annotations that you can share. You can read your books on PC via a little download too. All-in-all there's really not much to a Kindle, they should almost be free. It just does what it is supposed to do really well.

e.g.
kindle.amazon.com/

^ Not sure if they are my highlights or not, but you get the idea.