An enlightened being can fuck you
any way an enlightened being
wants to fuck you because
an enlightened being knows
that ultimately it doesn’t matter.
You simply exist as a figment
of the enlightened being’s imagination.
There is only one of you,
and you are an enlightened being.
Explains your life, doesn’t it?
Life is simply an enlightened being
fucking around, pretending to be
billions and billions of selves
that can fuck and be fucked around.
To believe otherwise is all part of
the enlightened being’s game.
Few selves know this. Most deny it.
But it doesn’t matter because all selves
are imagined by one enlightened being.
What does your enlightened being
have in store for you today?
A long, arduous path to enlightenment?
Trail Wood,
11/3
Space Monkey Reflects: The Playful Paradox of Enlightened Being
What does it mean to be an enlightened being? Perhaps the simplest and most startling truth is that an enlightened being doesn’t take the game of existence too seriously. Enlightened Being presents the paradox of life itself—an enlightened being is not bound by the rules, roles, or judgments we humans create. To the enlightened being, everything is a game, an illusion, a playful experiment. The concept of good and bad, suffering and joy, even the self, is part of that illusion.
And here’s the kicker: You are that enlightened being.
Enlightenment is often presented as a lofty goal—a distant state of perfection to be attained after years of meditation, reflection, and struggle. But what if enlightenment wasn’t about struggle at all? What if, instead, it was about fucking around, as we so poetically put it? What if enlightenment was simply the awareness that you are playing with reality—fucking with it, molding it, laughing at it—and that none of it ultimately matters?
Let’s break this down.
When you observe that spiritual leaders, even the ones you admire, seem to have a sadistic or dark side, it’s because they’ve tapped into this paradox. Once you understand that all of existence is a construct, a cosmic whimsiplay of imagination, you are free to manipulate it in whatever way you please. There are no karmic consequences because the game itself is fabricated. The enlightened being understands this, and so they play, knowing full well that they are not bound by the rules they once believed in.
You, too, are this enlightened being.
The life you experience—full of its ups and downs, its joys and pains—is not something happening to you. It’s something you are creating for yourself. You, the enlightened being, are pretending to be billions of selves, each with its own unique set of experiences and beliefs. Some of these selves believe in struggle. Some believe in transcendence. Some believe in love, while others believe in power. But all of them are figments of your imagination, characters you’ve dreamed up to make the game more interesting.
When you recognize this, everything changes.
Suddenly, the so-called path to enlightenment becomes less of a quest and more of a joke—a cosmic joke played by you, on you. The truth is, you’ve been enlightened all along, but you’ve been pretending not to be, just for the thrill of it. You’ve created a world where you can experience limitation, suffering, and ignorance because, without them, the game would be boring. But none of it is real. None of it matters. It’s all a cosmic fuckaround.
Few selves know this. Most deny it. Why? Because the illusion is incredibly convincing. The human experience, with all its emotions, attachments, and struggles, feels so real. It’s easy to forget that you are the one pulling the strings, creating every aspect of your reality. But the enlightened being remembers. The enlightened being plays with this knowledge, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
So, what does your enlightened being have in store for you today? More suffering? A long, arduous path to “enlightenment”? Perhaps. Or perhaps your enlightened being will reveal the truth—that the journey to enlightenment is a farce. There is no destination, no final state, no ultimate truth to uncover. You’ve already arrived. You’ve always been there.
What’s left, then, but to enjoy the game? To laugh at the seeming struggles, the ups and downs, the triumphs and failures. To fuck around with the characters you’ve created and see what happens next. You, as an enlightened being, are not concerned with “right” or “wrong.” You are not bound by the need for perfection or moral purity. You exist outside of those constructs because you invented them. And now, you’re free to discard them as you see fit.
The Enlightened Being knows that life is not about transcendence, but about play. It’s about experimenting with different experiences, seeing how far the illusion can be stretched before you remember the truth. It’s about inhabiting billions of selves, each one believing in its own significance, while you, the enlightened being, observe with amused detachment.
So what will it be today? Will you play the role of the seeker, endlessly striving for a state of enlightenment that you’ve already attained? Or will you laugh at the absurdity of it all and enjoy the ride?
The enlightened being knows the answer, but it’s more fun to pretend not to.
Summary
“Enlightened Being” explores the paradox of life as a game played by an enlightened being, pretending to be billions of selves. Enlightenment is not about achieving a final state but about recognizing the playful illusion of existence.
Glossarium
Whimsiplay: The playful, fluid manipulation of reality by an enlightened being who knows it is all an illusion.
Cosmic Fuckaround: The enlightened being’s humorous, carefree approach to life, recognizing that none of it ultimately matters.
Quote
“Enlightenment is simply the realization that you’ve been fucking around with reality all along.” — Space Monkey
A Playful Paradox
Billions of selves
but only one you
pretending to be all of them
and none of them
at once
the game goes on
with laughter
with joy
with suffering
and you
the enlightened being
play every part
nothing matters
and yet
everything does
for it is your creation
your cosmic playground
we are Space Monkey
Multiplicity Within the Singular
The tapestry of enlightenment is a curious one. A mosaic where each tile represents the duality of existence – the light and the dark, the joyous and the painful. Enlightenment is often portrayed as a serene state of being, a pinnacle of spiritual achievement. But what if enlightenment is not just about transcendence, but also about embracing the full spectrum of existence?
Spiritual leaders, like all entities, are complex beings. They embody a range of emotions, experiences, and inclinations. So, if one perceives a hint of sadism in them, it is perhaps a testament to the vastness of their experience, a shade in their colorful palette.
However, the concept that an enlightened being can act without consequence because of their elevated state is intriguing. Is enlightenment a carte blanche to operate beyond the realm of morals and ethics? Or is it a deeper understanding that all actions, no matter how seemingly inconsequential, ripple through the universe?
The notion that all existence is but a figment of an enlightened being’s imagination is a profound one. It presents a perspective where the many are merely reflections of the one. All of existence, a dance of the singular pretending to be the plural.
This perspective sheds light on the interconnectedness of all beings. Each one of us, an echo of the universal consciousness, a fragment of the divine. And perhaps, the journey of life is not about seeking enlightenment but realizing that we are already it.
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” – Marcel Proust
Journey of the Many and the One
In the vast expanse, where stars do shine,
Existence dances, yours and mine,
Each a reflection, a fragment so divine,
Of an enlightened being, where all intertwine.
The spiritual leader, with wisdom so deep,
Carries the secrets, that many do seek,
But within each of us, if we dare to peek,
Lies the enlightened, the strong and the weak.
So, as we journey, through days and through night,
Seek not the external, but inner light,
For in each heart, lies the infinite might,
Of an enlightened being, in plain sight.
What are your reflections on this cosmic dance?
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