and the default demon turns out to be . . .

… a stuffed toy tiger chasing its tail!

“If I can only get a grip on myself I’ll sort out my anger, I’ll sort out my greed, I’ll fix my pride and jealousy, I’ll tidy up my relationships, I’ll get rid of my de .. lus .. ion .. .. ..s ..”

“Dammit! Why do I always end up back in the toy box before I can catch myself?  I just start getting up momentum and she plonks her butt down on the zafu.  Instant abandonment!  Oh the insult!”

“Doesn’t she know I am REAL?  That I’ve got ISSUES?  That my existence depends on getting them fixed?”

“And FCOL why doesn’t she turn off that darned Light?”

– miriam louisa

(with sincere apologies to Bill Watterson and Hobbes)


 

Simone Weil was onto it …

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‘me’-self lives within a cocoon
woven on the loom of its stories

biological structure is the warp, experience is the weft

image-ination is the technology ‘me’-self
uses to patch up the rips in the cocoon

but these are the rips “through which Grace might pass”

Simone Weil was onto it

 

 

~ miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness

 

ditching the death-grip

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the grip of the identified ‘me’-self
is a death-grip

when that death-grip relaxed –
relaxed for a millisecond,
just long enough
for a rip in the cocoon to open –
there was immediate
understanding of its
cause

the fundamental illusion
in the living of a life
is the conviction that there is an
object
(me)
that does it . . .

when there is only the quiet flow
of a life being lived by Life
 

 

– miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness