RE: 20th March 2025 - Ain't Goin' Out Like A Punk Never
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Hey Manclar
I bow to your sharing of your story. I have always held the view that those with your condition, as well as Autism, are all superhumans. You guys are superhuman in other ways and it puts me to shame.
Though i was born in a so called 1st world country, the living value here is....dreadful. Sure we may have all the material things, but the soul is lost here and the people are hollow. There is no...soul here...everything is a transaction, every dialogue, perhaps every friendship here can be seen as transactional...
I have heard of hivers in Venezuela using hive to earn income and feed their families? Or at least purchase groceries?
My heart goes out to your hard situation. We here in the first world countries are soft and at first sight of tension or obstructions/hardship, we run around like idiots.
I have made many friends over my 4 years on hive, and @valued-customer is one of them who i place in high esteem. He is like a uncle to me. But it is true that i have not yet achieved the impact i hoped for all these 4 short years. People are just not ready to give up their chains here...they have lived in their bubbles for way too long to the point where...and these people know this: cognitive dissonance. They know it's wrong but they continue living so.
My roots are from Hong Kong. I often keep up with the news there and right now what i experienced 20 years ago in HK and China (the one ID card linking to bank account, social security, everything; using personalized top up cards like Octopus card here in England, no need for cash, can use it to buy food, pay bills, it's like a bank card basically; facial recognition, all the sorts) is slowly coming over to the west. Right now Hong Kong's dire situation (excluding the tarrif wars, HK's unemployment rate high, their public/private health care prices extremely high, lots of industries closing down, overflooding of mainland Chinese, Heng Seng figures dropping like no tomorrow) has left the people there suddenly without a safety net. For at least 30 years they have enjoyed a luxurious life, enjoying their time in the rat race, and not developing a single mote of self-sufficiency.
I bring this up because this mirrors the state of affairs we see everywhere in the 1st and 2nd world countries. At least over your sides, the people still maintain a semblance of ability to live and thrive with nature. So all is not lost.
Over here, because they use soft-martial law tactics to grind people into submission, that is using the corrupt police, courts and various other systems such as weaponizing education, healthcare, even religion to grind people into submission. In this environment playing the "get out the system" card may have a chance, as the danger is not yet before us.
But in your side of the world it's different. The Enemy there is different. They care not one bit for even the false corrupt Vatican system. I've traveled a bit to South America myself (1 month in Argentina) and it's a total different ball game there. People need the system there, because the people are utterly on their last two legs (do we have more than we legs???).
So the better thing to do is to forgo the journey of getting out the system for now...better to fortify as best you can. That's what i would do. I am trying to position myself away from the cities, get back to my old nomadic roots, and live my life as a volunteer working on self-sufficient co-op projects with like minded people as i once did in my 20s.
We can only work with what we got you know?
PS - Not sure if you are interested, but i am also on the blurt blockchain (a fork of the Steemit blockchain i think). I'm there because they are relatively small compared to Hive, not so saturated and they have no downvote button, so people's hard earnt rewards cannot be taken away. Blurt is not perfect, as there has been internal....how should i put it...change in philosophy and principles, but so far everyone over there are people who use hive, who are sick of the subtle use of the downvote button as a tool for soft-censorship. So if you are looking to be able to write blogs in peace as well as earn without fear, i recommend you also get on blurt.
I read this exchange, as you both intended, with great interest, as it is from intelligent people in circumstances, at stages in life, and with skills, interests, and abilities different than my own. While I remember seeing this video I didn't comment then, but I will now.
It is jam-packed with evidence of powers seeking to farm chattel. Certainly that is something we all face, wherever we are. Normies grasp this reality viscerally and seek to rise to become one of the wranglers that profit from the herds, but generally don't have the intellectual capacity to fully realize consciously and well consider how to actually do that. So they instead reckon the feeding trough and corral fences unavoidably apparent to them and work with those, exactly as the wranglers need to herd to do.
We three see past the corral fences. Before I discuss what is beyond the fences I will make some other observations. We are also in very distinct circumstances. Manclar is not able to roam. He has been pretty much stuck in his location of residence for a variety of reasons, health, the political oppression, and the economic circumstances of that location. BraveSmoke is younger than either of us, has yet to learn grim realities of personal lapse of powers and abilities that necessarily arise, as he is at the peak of his life. I am old, in the first world, and past the roaming phase. I have the advantages of economic circumstances and, while I am disabled by physical injuries, have managed to rise above pain to continue physical work that most people do not. Most people see the corral fences, such as money, and are content with them. I do not want money.
The wranglers power is money. When we build money, we build the fences. The wranglers can do what they want with the fences, and cattle can do nothing about that. I have been robbed of everything that most people consider 'rock solid' investments, because the fences can simply be moved by wranglers. A lawyer at the time told me that he would be happy to do battle with Citi, the largest financial corporation in the world, and if I wanted to hire him to do that he would need $5k up front as a retainer, and that much every year for the next ~10 years to endure the huge legal team that Citi would pose against me/him to throw paper at the court(s) while they delayed resolving the case as long as possible because I would eventually die, and Citi never would.
This is when I realized that institutions, inhuman and inhumane, are the antichrist, and people, society, are the christ.
Anyway, I do not advocate living by money. Money has not always existed. It is not necessary for life to exist. People make wealth, and that is what we need to live. Manclar is limited in his ability to create wealth by physical limitations on him, and not only his physical body, but his 3rd world polity imposes them as well. BraveSmoke has been footloose, and has not lit in a place outside of cities yet where wealth can be created instead of money. It is possible in cities to create wealth through networks of people, but food is practically impossible to create in cities, and a less urban place is almost necessary to attain to food without money, unless you give up on avoiding seed oils and similar additives commonly in restaurant food. I spent yesterday on a ladder in such a tight space that I literally had to raise myself on the ladder by pullups, because I couldn't bend my legs. I also live in a little village where many, many people have extensive gardens and grow food. Here people also have money so I can negotiate them paying money for things I need so I do not have to use my own money, and I can very (relatively) easily eschew accumulating piles of money.
Our different approaches to life, derivative of our differing circumstances and life stages, are extremely informative of consideration. It is necessary if we are to have liberty in any circumstances or stage of life to understand our corral, and the fact of wranglers and chattel. I will finish re-watching the video and give consideration to these things with these facts in mind.
@valued-customer an Excellent excellent follow up.
We can only use the resources that we have, with the circumstance we find ourselves, and to work from there. The main take away is to return to a life free from reliance on monetary transactions in order to survive. A network of people as we were built for, being social creatures and beyond genetics, we have a life force that urges us to unite together.
The power will always be with the people, we have lost confidence in how to be people and live together. Stripped of our skills, our ability to adapt, the courage to create and the grit to bear life in all it's totality.
In the cities it's impossible to create a network powered by people who understand wealth. Wealth in the city may differ from wealth outside the city, but they share a similarity and that is...they can both be created with two hands and a dream in the heart.
I have not told anyone this, but during my very early 20s, perhaps when i just turned 23, i found myself on my first ever solo volunteer sting on a permaculture farm in East Belgium, Zottegem.
It was a farm ran by a family...i still remember their names...Ino the Wife, Dirk the strong man of the house, Hazel of 7 years old, and her sister...her name began with S...a young girl of about 9 years old.
I rocked into Belgium via a flight, and back then in my 20s i used to only wear Oxford Shirts (midnight navy, or black, never any other colour, only in varying shades), dress trousers, slip on Monk Strap shoes (dark brown or black), and i used to rock this awesome pair of Raybans tailored to my eyes. Everything was expensive and tailored.
Taking a buss from the main terminal station, where Eurobus and Flixbus, as well as regional train services to and out of the country, i ended up deep into the countryside...it was like the ending scene of Shawshank Redemption when Red was finally free...and he followed Andy's letter to the location....it was like that.
It was Summer and i landed on the farm. I remember a beautiful Canadian Bulgarian girl who instantly caught my eye and i caught hers. Her name was Zornitsa (Morning Star). She was 5'5, and me being a short 5'3 it was a funny juxtaposition. But we got on very well and i could never stop looking at her phat fucking ass cheeks omg so well shaped, so shapely, omfg.
There was also Nim, a native from Brussels. I also remember Andy from Netherlands, who introduced me to Japanese Doom Jazz and the band called Morphine from America. I also remember two Hungarians; one a lady in her late 40s ever seeking her prince in shining armour, the other same age as i back then. Very intelligent.
Nim, she was my height. She was my age. She was very very witty, very very hippy, and we would often relax together after our days work. It was my first ever time sharing a bite of an apple with a girl then. Zornitsa would show signs of heartbreak...poor girl...
There was one more girl...Jill from England. Somewhere near London. Londoners don't like Brummies (people from my city, the 2nd city of England...Birmingham...a right shit hole compared to London). She got on very intimately with Andy, and one day i almost stumbled on them duking it out bucket neked in their tent. Some mad shakin was goin down and i thought the horse got it and was fckin Andy silly LOL.
tbc...
Our task on the permaculture farm was heavy hands on work.
I believe their farm was about 15-20 arces. It wasn't huge by European means, but it was abundant.
Volunteers slept together in a fucking barn. Electricity was sparse as well as internet. Water was gold, but that Summer when i landed there was a drought for 2 weeks...when i landed...all expensive lookin like...i was told there was no water...no electricity...and that was that.
It took me 3 days to acclimate to my own bodily grime...the itch...the dust...the dirt...good thing i was born with Anosmia other wise the smell must have been awful. People would be cutting farts of all spectrums in that barn. Long loud ones. Long silent ones. Wet ones. Bombastic wet ones. Sharp 1-2 jab farts that brought along with it presents...
The toilet was a couple of wooden cubicles, with a wooden "seating station", wide hole and a bucket under the hole. I remember this very well...it's how they shit in China! No joke...first time i visited Shenzen from Hong Kong back in 1997, i was astounded that i could shit like that!!!
I got on that thing STRAIGHT AWAY and let loose a turbo torpedo...
...the poo, all the poo was collected up and used as compost, after depositing it in the compost section via a heavy wheelbarrel and shovel. I drafted myself to do all the shit work, because i was free from olfactory assaults. I would carry buckets of human poo, horse poo and dog poo, and i would spend 30mins each day turning this shit, lookin after this shit...
...after that was done we would fuel up. About 8AM Zornitsa would make us bulgarian yoghurt from a barrel. Ina would cook us porridge or bake us bread from her oven. The rest of us would use whatever we found in the garden to make breakfast...i remember lots of salad in the morning...and fruits!
Eggs were like gold too. They had lots of chickens, but the eggs were a prime bartering resource. The eggs always got the family huge portions of cheese and apples for homebrewing cider.
Somebody had to take care of the oven and fire pits...someone who could chop wood. A lot of the more dangerous tasks was given to our oldest volunteer...another European named Peter from Germany. 35 years old he was. Said he had been there 5 years already. He was very skilled, didn't talk much, had that stiffness about him, but was very kind of heart and patient too. He taught us many things.
After breakfast the volunteers were split into two units. One would work on daily tasks alongside Ina and Dirk, such as harvesting produce from da garden, or bottling up home made cider, or other goods, to trade at the local town market. This was their main source of acquiring resources. This group often consisted of the two Hungarians...who were often the only two int he group lol. They had it easy man. Sometimes Andy would join them. Often times not.
One thing i must say...you do not mess with Ina's garden she will FUCK you up. She was a lady of about 45 i presumed, standing at 5"5/6. Small but strong, and did things with such excellence. She never had to shout at Hazel and S, she would just look at them and they would stop midair. She educated the girls very well, and often would have discussion with them regarding books.
Dirk was also a carpenter, so he did that for system-coin. He didn't need a lot of work, as he was very self-sufficient.
I was very afraid of Ina...i didn't know how to talk with her. But she would tell me stories of how she met Dirk, how she broke into his hard shell and found his soft, tender strength. They created this beautiful family together. Hazel and S were very intelligent. They spoke Dutch, English, and also some German. They were homeschooled and had lots of local friends.
The other group had to travel down to the forest, pick up logs, carry them up a hill where the fucking pulley system was, manned by two people (Why was Andy always with Jill? I wanna talk with Jill too ffs!!!). Dirk taught us how to pick up heavy logs, how to stand them up straight, and carry them on our shoulders. Peter supervised us young'uns.
After carry about 4 heavy logs each, we were done for. It was the hardest functional training i ever engaged in, bar a good old shag. We then learn how to chop the logs into smaller wood, and how to process that into kindle, or birdsnets for lighting fires.
The wood was then preserved, i can't remember how as Peter never let us touch the wood, which was then used for building things.
Dirk's workshop was INSANE. He was TOOLED up man. He had all sorts of shit. I really wanted to mess with the chainsaw but he told me that required a license.
I lived there for a month, experiencing a type of life away from Money, away from big cities and convenience, right back to ground zero. I remember on the 3rd week of the summer draught, my first week there, it suddenly began to pour rain. All of us ran out, stripped naked, with our arms held high we proclaimed:
By the time 4PM came, we would slow down on our days work. It wasn't that hard work to be honest, as when it was too hot we all just slept in the barn. There was no internet...or...very very little, due to electricity problems. I remember one afternoon we were told we would have a 5 hour window to use electricity....
...They had one computer...
...it ran on windows xp sp2...i remember very well...
...all of us bickered for that computer...for that facebook time....
6PM is when we all sat together on the long table outside, under a massive tarp. We would break bread, drink Cider and sometimes smoke the local herb. We had lots of salad, and eggs when we could. Most times we were vegetarians, until someone found a cache of salami or chicken slices in the dumpster.
Yoghurt was abundant...we didn't have a lot of processed sugar either...no deserts...just fruits. I remember one afternoon when Dirk came back with Hazel and S, each with a medium sized box...when we saw....kitkats...mars bar...fucking hell icecream....bon bons...
...game over....
Dumpster diving was a staple in acquiring food, clothing and other luxuries.
We would often go hunting for food in the local towns where our allies were. Certain small town shops/convenience shops worked with Dirk on a bartering basis, as well as supplying us with info on local news and gossip.
Some places were part of some co-op alliance made up of homeschoolers, private tutors, farmers, local doctors, handymen, cooks, and even volunteers. They operated within this network of mutual aid; we often received a lot of friends of Dirk's and Ina's on the farm. Always bringing food, laughter, family and more family.
This was when i found that i had the capacity to live with nature. I only had to leave to go back to Amsterdam, as i was attending "The Amsterdam Magic Show", in the Red Light District, hosted by FritZ (with a Z). My mentor Michael Vincent was there and i did not want him waiting when he arrived from London. We met at Sarah's Pancakes in central Amsterdam, and he immediately saw the scars, callouses on my small hands (Mike stands at 6 foot, very well built, but very soft spoken) and said: "Jin! You're a card man not a carpenter! Look at these callouses! How are you going to riffle stack now?"
These memories of mine drift upon my conscience. When i think about them, i feel my synapses of that forgotten time come to life. This experience was one that gave me the confidence to go on my 10month hitchiking journey across England and Istanbul, with not a penny to my name. Yet i had two hands and a dream in the heart.
If at any time in the future i am required to go back to natural living, i will go at once with no regrets.
Money is just an excuse for someone/something to act for us. Money allows us to put the blame onto someone/something. Money is the foremost trickster and will always linger, playing to our fears of lack, until we take it and burn it.
Seems you had a stint at a place with good people, some potential for upside, perhaps. You never went back? You mention you showman side. Have you done a lot of shows? Busked? You have a lot of talent, and seem to have developed it into some skills. You prefer kitchens, or just find work is readily available always, in restaurants?
I feel you are destined.
Yes my friend.
I have a post pinned to my page called Gung Fu which encapsulates my life so far in a blog post.
Briefy:
Ran away from a very violent household at 15. But always ended coming back to my family, as i was young. But from 15 onwards i was never home or close to my blood.
From running away i learnt card tricks to soothe my pain. It was a pregnant lady on a swing who i performed the "Two Card Monte" to who encouraged me to pursue the life of a showman. For the next 18 years i travelled extensively, when i reached my late teens i travelled exclusively solo....hitchhiking style and often used helpx.net to "fund" my room and board, via hard labour on farms around Europe.
I grew up around Liu Ren Magicks that my family practiced. I desperately wanted to get away from that world of spirits, demons, exorcisms...and ended up with sleight of hand as my life. I would spend my reclusive seasons hidden in libraries, especially Kowloon's Buddhist Library, where i spent my 17th-22nd years of my life devoting my life then to Mahayana Buddhism.
I grew up around chefs. Takeaways, Restaurants and Temples were my young life. I picked up a lot of skills then. I applied these skills on my travels, finding work wherever i went as i sojourned England and Europe.
I did a lot of one man shows in this time...i was the first to debut my one man show in my city, the first Chinese to ever do so. This is a post i never uploaded to hive...https://beblurt.com/@brave-smoke/michael-vincent-life-philosophy-1743599551329
When i was 18 years old, i participated in the Edinburgh Fringe Festival (2008) and also the year after (2009), with my four friends then. We camped as we were broke; we busked alongside the street pros, watching the pros work the crowds and all. I never busked again in my life, i disdained it as it was not fitting for a Magician.
My life dream is to perform shows and travel. I really have no great aspirations because i have figured out what i needed in life. Life seems to over complicate things, or am i the one over complicating things? 2020 and the Agenda was the moment when everything from my old life fell away.
I no longer feel the want to do shows. I still practice my sleight of hand, but i do not have the same love for the Art of Prestidigitation now. In fact, i do not have the same love for my audiences, or for the people on this world at large as i did before. I lost a great piece of myself VC. I witnessed my heart die. Now i just live with no attachment to any outcome in my life; note, it does not give me a pass to live a life of hedonism or larceny...for which i have not an ounce in my soul.
But i know i am born with the need for artistry or some form of discipline. I don't speak on this often, nor do i make videos showcasing this, but i place a big portion of my daily time to Buddhism and my own spiritual practices, as well as Wing Chun and the Zhou Yi. These are the three things that have found a concrete place in my life now. At the end of the day...it isn't the legal system that fuels my want to exit the system....i will confess now in words for the first time...
...i would very much like to walk in the footsteps of Chuang Tzu, as he wrote in his "Carefree Wanderings". Aloof, free, simple, a life of artistry and spiritual wanderings. It's been an...aspiration of mine after living in those Kowloon Libraries all those years. I want to exit the system for moral reasons, and spiritual reasons too. I have long planned my life in my later stages of life as a reclusive artist of some sort. That's why i have always kept myself solo, never an aspiration to start a family, or be tied down to mundane life. That life is very easily achieved and will still be available to me even when the world goes to shit.
I am young still, so my time now is in learning, refining, and perfecting.
This is a devastating occurrence. I have never had a desire to be on stage. My experiences in music sometimes involved it, but I only endured it to play. I had to play to audiences to play in a band. Magic seems more focused personally on audiences than music, to bare your inmost nature to the people. I cannot imagine such a deep yearning to please an audience that it could result in such a terrible loss, but I do not doubt you did.
In the video with Michael Vincent (Youtoob would not let me watch the other) you seem an earnest sidekick. You must have greatly admired his work, and his person, to study with him so long and travel so far. I was sad to read you parted ways with finality, and sadder by far to read your heart died.
My eldest son had a passing interest in magic, but he was Captain of the football team, and involved in many organizations that kept him on stages, debate, Tai Kwon Do, and playing guitar in a popular band, that must have made his interest in the art of illusion less keenly experienced for him. That is as close to knowing much about magic as I ever got.
I can see how such a widely different dream put grubby farm work outside of your career plans. I have done things on farms that deeply challenged me, bucking hay until I puked, and cleaning calf pens. The potent anaerobic odor was like a physical blow to the face, something I would not eagerly repeat but dairy men face regularly. You were gallant to handle the manure there, revealing a facet of your character to me at odds with a career on stage. Such humility and public appearances are but rarely encountered in one man. Your childhood and youth are so starkly different than mine, your family completely outside my experience, your street smarts in legendary Kowloon, your struggle to escape, your refuge in Buddhism and books, eldritch. Wing Chun I know only that no teacher for my sons could be found here, and I don't even know what Zhou Yi is. My knowledge of Buddhism is limited to a single analogy a dead friend gave to me before he died, that life is a man dangling on a rope down a cliff, with rodents he could not see chewing on the rope above, and a bush with sweet berries he had opportunity to taste before the rope was severed. A great gift that taught me to savor the sweet berries in life. Young Moon died much too soon, and left a family with the house at the top of the hill I helped him build.
But you do keep it real. There isn't any sign of a veneer of braggadocio about you, and I have seen such peaceful mien from all the men I have known that had expertise in martial arts. They have nothing to prove, no need to test anyone, and disregard harsh words, attending to actions only as necessary. I do deeply relate to your love, and grief, for your dogs. I also lost Angel Baby Goldie Hawn, Angel, purebred pale yellow lab, and Ninja Storm Queen Latifa, Stormy, black as the darkest night, her daughter by Barnabas, the one eyed Weimeraner across the highway a kilometer away that sired 27 puppies by them, who smiled for me when my heart was lost, who loved me, and I them, to family twisting the knife in my back. My only solace is that they ended up with good people and not my ex.
I didn't mean to put you on the spot, and I hope you don't feel interrogated. I hadn't heard of the Belgian farm before, and your vivid description of the people and time there seemed like it had made quite an impression on you.
Hey VC.
Thank you for your kind words VC. And don't worry about my intention in sharing the Zottegem farm story with you. I felt that it was time to put it out here as i have been drafting a video on this in my mind. I wanted to do this talk on video once i moved out of the rat race here, but i guess you and @manclar the Charro get to hear it first.
I would like to share a magic show with you...Richard Turner...an American card mechanic (that means someone devoted to the study and applications of artifice at the card table). He developed an eye condition by the age of 9 i think which left him completely blind in the normal sense...yet his vision as he describes it in the long MIT interview is...strange.
He became the foremost expert on card cheating, and as a blind man who created his own card cheating techniques, without ever seeing any in life, only going by feeling, is amazing. His personal bottom deals, second deals, turn-over second deals, one hand second deals, his blind card stacking, blind card counting, dead cutting (that means cutting to a location of a deck of cards to a specific card, or a specific number of cards with zero margin of error; and the many other routines you shall enjoy on the interview) is simply amazing.
It was Canadian Dai Vernon, who immigrated to America and became very prolific in his work on prestidigitation (most honored at Hollywood's Magic Castle), once lied to a young Richard Turner, telling him that he saw an amazing display of card artifice at the table. Dai described techniques which had never been achieved but only in his mind's fantasy. Decades later Richard Turner, the man without eyes, achieved what Dai dreamt of...and what Dai dreamt of...you will enjoy in the video...
The Iching is known throughout the word as a book of wisdom and divination. But unbeknownst to people, there are 2 different types of this book. One is the original bronze age text from the Zhou dynasty, which was a book reserved only for the Royal families of the time. It was a book for diviners, passed down only from diviners to diviners. It was a book that held a system of codifying this world and all it's happenings, circumstances, the workings of Heaven and Earth, the myriad transformations of cause and effect; it was used in a time surrounded by undeveloped moral ethical concepts, a time of barbarity, of regular human sacrifice in a culture that believed these things pleased the spirits and ancestors; it was a book compiled in a time of heavy ancestral worship. It was a book that held a deep system of understanding and aligning with the world, through a series of 64 hexagrams, each with 6 lines. These hexagram symbols go way beyond the Zhou dynasty, according to excavation expeditions. It's a man made system of being very accurate clarity to the present, but it also has the capability, this man-made system of codifying this world, to bring clarity to the future and past. The ancient-ancients also new that mathematics was the language of the gods and blueprint of this world, and in development of mathematics during this Zhou dynasty time, it was a serious breakthrough for the consciousness of mankind. They basically found a way to read into the Universe, in a language of maths, symbols, omens, portents and lateral thinking, and codified all possibly happenings on this existence into 64 symbols that have such oracular power. It's the closest man has ever come to the Divine by intellectual means.
The Zhou Dynasty Iching (or Yi) was used later on by tacticians like Zhuge Liang to conduct military campaigns; he used it to create many battle-ground formations using the concept of the trigrams (aka the Bagua, the Eight Primordial symbols). The Yi was then later used in Feng Shui, in Daoist internal alchemical practices (like Chi practice, Dan Tian practices that lead to the Philosopher's Stone/Elixer of Immortality).
By the time the Han dynasty came about, the Zhou Dynasty Yi was transformed from a book of divination used in a time of war and bloodshed, to a book of Confucian wisdom. This rendition includes the core bronze age text alongside 10 Chapters written by Confucian scholars called the Ten Wings, all explaining the Yi from a Daoist/Confucian point of few. The Iching (Confucian-influenced revamp of the core bronze age text) is a different system of divination that the Zhou dynasty style.
As for Buddhism, in the greater Vehicle there's a Sutra called the Lotus Sutra. It's one of the most important Sutras. Can check it out here, skip to "main themese" https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lotus_Sutra
At this current stage in life, all i can do is stop lamenting, let what needs drying dry, because things don't remain dry always. I still have life within me, so i continue my journey of learning, refining and perfecting.
Witnessing my heart die can be positive thing. My passion for the arts and my trust in people may have been stripped from me, but i'm sure a small part is in there somewhere. That's the backup harddrive partition. For now, i walk on.
If you wanted to know the history of the Yi, shedding light on what life in the Zhou dynasty period was like, here are a few short videos:
Very interesting videos, fabulous life on the farm, it would exchange mine without hesitation for living using that wooden bath, taking care of chickens and having breakfast yogurt in the mornings.
Unicorn meetings, infinitely long texts but my time does not reach me. However, I am not with a disposal of writing much, occupations that require generating the money that keeps me alive (Valued knows what I mean) they call me exactly at this time. Today I have worked 14 hours, zero of interweekment, and I have 2 more hours ahead of now spiritual work, I have not commented, but I was one of the strongest psychics/clairvoyants of this country, and I have currently decided to resume it and generate income with it. The next 2 hours will be attending online concerns and questions about the future of people and helping them to advance, or at least bring tranquility to their lives.
Anyway, I know Buddhism, I have gone through many religions, I have been even Satanist, Mormon, Evangelical, Protestant, etc ... a great baggage of experience but I will talk to them in fragments of that on other occasions.
Greetings for you, Hive Unicorns.
PS: I am not "charro", the charros are Mexican, I am from Venezuela, although it is fun to read that you consider me a charro 😀, I suppose you have that idea of the 3rd world, so do not worry, I do not offend myself.
I ment no offence at mentioning "Charro". I need to reeducate myself on cultural terms!
Wow...14 hours! I have never worked 14 hours in my life. The closest was 11 hours and that was about a month ago. You guys are tough man, you guys have the resolve and will to survive/succeed that we don't have here, that i don't have. That's your strength my friend, and being true to this is enough. We can be thorns of our enemy in many ways, and the best revenge is living well right @valued-customer ?
I have many spiritual stories to share. It's good to meet someone who has that gift.
I have seen many crazy things in my life since the age of 5. Most of my relatives are walkers of the inbetween worlds. They can speak, they can touch, they can commune, they can find spiritual union with spirits/dieties. My Parents, Uncles and Aunts, and even some cousins are in the "business" (i hate that word in this context) of Exorcism and Ghost Busting.
Me and a good man from @perceptualflaws were discussing this about a month ago on a post but dang i can't find it.
It would be my privilege to hear you speak a little on your experience as a remote viewer and mind penetrator.
Nice to read that!. Later on this week i will came with some free time to talk about spiritual stuff, and maybe about my life(but on private, i have a personal policy of dont post about personal affairs on hive) a bit. But mostly i can say that i had a very hard life, i know very close the death and the hunger, walking with the poverty. Many tails brave smoke. I take note of your email, later i will contact (on this week), now i am fucking really busy. Tuesdays are the most busy/hards days of week for me, so dont expect any comunication from me tomorrow, because i can hardly I can stand up, since I usually be very stressed, tired and busy.
Also i forget to mention that i am paranormal investigator and conferencist about UFO/OVNI phenomena from many years ago. I used to talk on online conferences on paltalk(an old like discord service of old times) where was with questions of 5000 persons at real time, but again, i will tell you about this on other ocassions.
we continue soon my friend.
I have heard of the I Ching. I did not know of the Zhou Yi.
My exposure to maths does not agree that they are a language of gods, but of men, and like all languages can be used to mislead. I am inherently skeptical of claims of divination, so please forgive my remaining skeptical. It is simply my nature.
I do appreciate the sincerity with which you have provided the information though, and while I may not fall in with believers of any philosophy or faith, that does not mean I do not marvel, and even respect, those that have devised them. Means of controlling the minds of man are intricate, powerful, and very valuable to those that can wield them with facility.