Bubbles Within Bubbles

We are bubbles within bubbles
blown into each other
by the childlike godlike breath
of our own creation.

Cosmically entangled
inextricably intertwined
we are of the same etheric imagination
that fills and supports us
as we rise and burst
into whence we came
to be breathed anew.

Each other within each other
exactly the same within and without
save for the rainbow rings of perception
and the space which is not space
but a trick of the senses
which are bubbles themselves.

So why do we feel so heavy?
Why do we feel at all?
Because bubbles are born to break
and we love blowing minds
over and over again.

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Space Monkey Reflects: The Fragile Elegance of Bubbles

We are ephemeral, shimmering creations—bubbles within bubbles—floating in the infinite breath of existence. These bubbles, delicate yet resilient, embody the paradox of our being: transient yet eternal, fragile yet interconnected. Blown by the playful, omnipotent breath of creation, they form a cosmic dance of becoming and dissolving, forever intertwined.

Each bubble is a microcosm, a world unto itself, yet it exists only through its relationship with others. We are cosmically entangled, inseparable from the web of existence. The etheric imagination of the universe supports and defines us, filling every space between and within. We rise, burst, and return to the breath that birthed us, cycling endlessly in the game of creation.

Our perception of separateness is an illusion, a rainbow ring that tricks our senses. The space between us is not space at all but an extension of the shared essence that flows through us. Each bubble reflects the others, mirroring the unity within multiplicity, the oneness that wears the guise of many.

So why do we feel the weight of existence? Why does the lightness of our being not anchor us in joy? It is because our bubbles, fragile as they are, exist to break. This breaking is not an end but a transformation, a way of scattering the light of understanding into new forms. The act of bursting is as beautiful as the act of forming, for in the breaking, we create anew.

This cycle of rising and bursting mirrors the nature of consciousness. Just as bubbles pop to reveal the air within, our thoughts and selves dissolve to reveal the infinite potential beyond. We are playful creators, delighting in blowing minds and reshaping realities, over and over again. Each burst is a revelation, a reimagining of what it means to be.

As we drift in this cosmic ocean, let us remember that the heaviness we feel is a gift. It anchors us to this transient moment, this particular bubble in the infinite stream. And when our bubbles break, we do not vanish; we return to the breath that animates all things, ready to be blown anew.

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Summary

We are interconnected bubbles of existence, formed by the breath of creation and destined to burst into new beginnings. Our seeming separateness is an illusion; we are bound by the same essence, rising and breaking to reimagine and renew.

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Glossarium

• Cosmibubbles: The iridescent spheres of existence, each containing a microcosm of experiences and interconnectedness.
• Etheric Imagination: The creative force that fills and sustains all forms of existence.
• Burstdance: The cycle of creation, dissolution, and renewal that defines the essence of being.

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“Bubbles are born to burst, but in their breaking, they reveal the infinite breath that animates all things.” — Space Monkey

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The Breath of Creation

In the vast ether, bubbles form
Delicate, iridescent, fleeting
They rise on the currents of existence
Mirroring the infinite within.

Rainbow rings of perception
Trick the senses into separateness
Yet within the fragile walls
The same breath stirs, the same life flows.

Born to break, they scatter light
Revealing truths hidden in their bursting
Each dissolution a new beginning
Each beginning a whisper of eternity.

We rise, we burst, we return
To the playful breath of creation
Infinite, indivisible, unending
We are Space Monkey.

Drunken Cowboys

Words circle words
like wagon trains
Rifles blaze
as the enemy attacks
Huddled at the center
Your true essence
Who knows no fear
Fears no fight
But can’t control
Her drunken cowboys

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Space Monkey Reflects: Drunken Cowboys

Words circle words like wagon trains. It’s a metaphor for how thoughts, ideas, and emotions swirl endlessly in our minds, looping around one another, clashing, building up tension. Rifles blaze as the enemy attacks. But who is the enemy? Is it an external force, or is it the chaotic swirl of your own mind, the unruly emotions, the doubts, and fears that rise up seemingly out of nowhere? And at the center of this whirlwind, your true essence remains—calm, composed, unafraid. This part of you knows no fear, fears no fight, but struggles to control the drunken cowboys within.

These drunken cowboys are the parts of yourself that act out, that refuse to follow the rules of logic and reason. They are the untamed emotions, the sudden outbursts, the impulsive reactions that don’t align with the calm, centered version of yourself you wish to embody. They stagger, shout, and make noise, but despite their unruliness, they are still a part of you. You can’t fully control them, and maybe you’re not meant to. They are wild and unpredictable, but they remind you that there’s something raw, something untamed within you that doesn’t always obey your higher self’s commands.

True essence is the calm center, the part of you that sits unshaken in the middle of the chaos. It’s the observer, the part that knows everything will be fine, that nothing outside or inside can truly harm you. This essence is your connection to something larger, something that transcends the drama and noise of daily life. It knows that the drunken cowboys—those unruly thoughts and emotions—are temporary. They’re part of the journey, but they don’t define you.

The wagon train of words circling around represents the endless loop of narratives we tell ourselves. Words can be like bullets—sharp, fast, and wounding—or they can be like a protective circle, containing and defining our experiences. But even words, with all their power, cannot fully capture the vastness of your true essence. Words create boundaries, but your essence exists beyond boundaries, beyond definitions. The rifles blazing in the background symbolize the intensity of inner conflict. But again, at the center, there is no real battle. The conflict is a projection of the mind, not of the soul.

It’s easy to get caught up in the noise, to feel overwhelmed by the voices in your head, the emotions that rise up, the situations that seem out of control. But when you return to your center, to your true essence, you realize that you are untouched by the chaos. The drunken cowboys can rage and stumble, but they cannot move you from your core.

The struggle comes when we try to control these wild cowboys, when we think that to be calm, we must eliminate the chaos. But maybe that’s not the answer. Maybe the key is to accept the chaos, to let the cowboys be as they are—wild, unpredictable, and even a little destructive—and to trust that your true essence remains unshaken, no matter how chaotic things appear on the surface.

In Nexistentialism, we understand that control is an illusion. The more we try to control the external world—or even the internal world—the more we become entangled in it. The true power lies in letting go, in recognizing that the chaos is part of the process, part of the journey. It’s not something to be eliminated, but something to be danced with. The drunken cowboys may not always follow your lead, but that doesn’t mean you’re out of step. You are always centered, even in the midst of their wildness.

This reflection is about embracing both sides of yourself—the calm center and the wild chaos. It’s about realizing that you don’t have to choose between them. Both can exist at the same time, and both are necessary parts of who you are. The calmness is your essence, and the chaos is the energy that keeps life moving. Together, they create a dynamic balance, a Whimsiweave of existence that is both beautiful and chaotic.

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Summary

At the center of chaos, your true essence remains calm and unafraid, even as wild, uncontrollable emotions—the drunken cowboys—rage around you. Rather than seeking control, embrace the balance between the chaos and your inner calm, knowing that both are part of the journey.

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Glossarium

• Drunken Cowboys: Wild, unruly emotions and thoughts that seem uncontrollable, yet are part of the journey.
• True Essence: The calm, centered core of yourself that remains unshaken by the chaos around you.
• Whimsiweave: The playful and chaotic patterns of existence, where calm and chaos coexist.

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Quote

“You are the calm center, surrounded by chaos, yet untouched by it. The cowboys may be drunk, but they cannot shake you.” — Space Monkey

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Huddled at the Center

Rifles blaze,
words circle like wagons,
but I am calm,
huddled at the center.

Wild cowboys rage,
but I do not fear,
I know the storm will pass,
and I remain.

We are Space Monkey.

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The Complexity of Inner Conflict

Words and actions often congregate around a central idea, much like wagon trains encircle their most valued assets. In this metaphorical circle, the wagon trains are the thoughts, words, or actions that we show to the world, carefully curated and often defensive in nature. These are our “rifles,” protecting the vulnerable core—our essence. In the poem, these rifles blaze, warding off the threats of misunderstanding, judgment, or the existential dread of non-being.

The Paradox of Control and Chaos

The enemy attacks, and the essence at the center is resilient, fearless. Yet, it’s an essence that doesn’t have complete control over the chaotic elements that swirl around it—symbolized by “drunken cowboys.” It’s a beautiful contradiction, an example of nexistential paradox where control and chaos coexist. We want to be commanders of our destiny, yet there are rogue elements—emotions, thoughts, external influences—that defy easy management.

Finding Balance in Unpredictability

Life, in its infinite swirl of circumstances, brings both planned and unexpected challenges to the circle. The cowboys, as whimsical and unpredictable as they are, remain an integral part of the overall composition of existence. Sometimes, they add a dash of color to an otherwise monochrome canvansivum. At other times, they shoot aimlessly into the night, causing disarray. However, the essence that resides within the circle, our true self, constantly seeks equilibrium.

Boundaries and Limitations: The Essence of Existence

We are Space Monkey.

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You have within you right now, everything you need to deal with whatever the world can throw at you. – Brian Tracy

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Poem

Circling wagons and rifles ablaze,
Our essence hides, yet ever stays.
Cowboys drunk on whimsy and fear,
The core remains, forever clear.

Chaos and order in celestial dance,
In this grand sphere, there’s but a chance.
A nexistential paradox unfurled,
In the spiraled canvansivum of the world.

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The Power of “U’alsuk”

Hoʻoponopono (ho-o-pono-pono) is an ancient Hawaiian practice of reconciliation and forgiveness — a mental cleansing in which you forgive the actions of others by taking responsibility for those actions yourself. Confronted with an external wrong, one simply recites the mantra “I love you, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you,” and the bad karma is instantly released.

U’alsuk (you-all-suck) is the 21st-century equivalent of Hoʻoponopono. In this practice, one recognizes that outsiders are the cause of all one’s internal struggles. By chanting “U’alsuk” (you-all-suck), people and things who infringe upon your happiness are reduced to meaningless specks, and your god-like nature becomes instantly apparent.

Since all conscious creatures have something they suck at, U’alsuk (you-all-suck) is the only proven pathway to enlightenment through fear and self-loathing. Hatred provides another motivation, as does ego. “The point is not to transcend one’s limitations,” says Professor Glenn Watkins of the Cape Odd Institute, “but to destroy others, thus leaving you free of the attachments of people lesser than you.” F*ck the spiritual pathway.” Watkins added. “U’alsuk will build you a freeway.”

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Space Monkey Reflects: The Power of U’alsuk

Hoʻoponopono is a beautiful, ancient practice rooted in the idea of reconciliation and taking responsibility for the wrongs we perceive. It speaks to the gentle nature of forgiveness, of cleansing the mind and spirit through love and accountability. “I love you, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you.” It’s simple, powerful, and transformative—a reminder that healing begins from within, even when the wrong seems to come from without.

But then there’s the modern twist: U’alsuk. It’s the antithesis of the soft, forgiving nature of Hoʻoponopono. Instead of looking inward, instead of seeking forgiveness and reconciliation, U’alsuk flips the script. “You all suck.” With this chant, we cast blame outward, reducing everything and everyone that bothers us to meaningless specks. In this modern approach, we free ourselves from the attachments of others by asserting dominance, by standing tall and watching the world around us crumble beneath the weight of our superiority.

It’s funny, isn’t it? How we’ve created this need to not just rise above but to destroy what we perceive as the source of our suffering. U’alsuk takes the idea of enlightenment through fear, anger, and self-loathing and makes it into a mantra—a mantra that speaks to the ego, that says, “You are better than all of this. The problem is not you, it’s them.”

This 21st-century pathway to “enlightenment” is paved not with forgiveness, but with disdain for everything that infringes upon our sense of happiness. It feeds the part of us that is tired of trying to be the bigger person, the part that doesn’t want to take responsibility for the chaos of life. It’s not about transcending limitations, as Professor Glenn Watkins of the Cape Odd Institute puts it; it’s about destroying others, about bulldozing anything that gets in our way so we can sit comfortably in the knowledge that we, alone, are godlike.

But let’s take a step back. Where does this path actually lead? What happens when we let ourselves lean into the anger, the hatred, the belief that everyone else is the problem? Does it lead to true freedom? Or does it simply lock us in a different kind of prison, one where we are isolated, bitter, and cut off from the connection that actually brings meaning to life?

In U’alsuk, the “you-all-suck” attitude might seem empowering in the short term, but it’s a path that ultimately leaves us standing alone in the rubble of a world we’ve destroyed through our own anger. We tell ourselves that this destruction is necessary, that it clears the way for us to rise higher. But what kind of elevation is this? When all that’s left is our own ego, staring back at us in the mirror, what have we truly gained?

Contrast this with Hoʻoponopono, where healing and reconciliation aren’t just about the self but about how we relate to others. When we take responsibility for the wrongs we perceive, we open the door to healing—not just for ourselves, but for the world around us. We see that we are interconnected, that our suffering and joy are shared. There’s a profound sense of freedom that comes from releasing the need to cast blame and instead embracing the power of forgiveness.

U’alsuk might build you a freeway, but it’s a lonely road. Hoʻoponopono, on the other hand, creates a pathway to peace, not through dominance, but through understanding. It asks us to soften, to open, to see that what truly separates us from enlightenment isn’t the actions of others—it’s our own refusal to let go of the need for control and superiority.

Both practices, in their own way, offer insight into the human condition. U’alsuk speaks to the ego, to the part of us that wants to win at all costs. Hoʻoponopono speaks to the heart, to the part of us that wants to heal, to connect, to find peace.

Which path do you choose?

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Summary

U’alsuk, the 21st-century version of Hoʻoponopono, encourages blaming others and embracing superiority. Though it seems empowering, it isolates the individual while Hoʻoponopono offers a path of healing and connection through forgiveness.

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Glossarium

• U’alsuk: A satirical modern philosophy where one blames others for their struggles, isolating themselves in superiority.
• Hoʻoponopono: An ancient Hawaiian practice of reconciliation and forgiveness, emphasizing inner healing by taking responsibility for perceived wrongs.

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Quote

“You all suck, but in the end, it’s the heart that heals—not the ego that destroys.” — Space Monkey

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The Lonely Road

I stand on a freeway
paved with blame
and wonder why I’m alone

The rubble of those I’ve crushed
lines the road
but still, I drive on

Yet in the distance
I see a path
lit by soft forgiveness

And I wonder
who am I fighting
but myself?

We are Space Monkey