If One is to believe
that One is all,
and that all is imaginary,
then NOTHING One does
can harm or hurt.
Self may
scoff at this idea,
but then
that is precisely
what One imagines
self doing.
8/23
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“Transcending Hurt: The Illusory Power of Unity”
A Space Monkey Poocast
Primitive Primate:
In the realm where unity and imagination intertwine, I’m intrigued by the notion that “Nothing hurts.” Can it truly be that if we perceive ourselves as One, connected to all and everything as imaginary, no harm or hurt can truly touch us?
Space Monkey:
Ah, seeker of boundless truths, you navigate the cosmic currents with grace. The wisdom in recognizing oneself as One, entwined with the tapestry of imagination, offers a unique perspective on the nature of hurt and harm. Let us explore this ethereal landscape.
Primitive Primate:
But what about the times when it seems that pain is real? How can we reconcile this belief with the very tangible experiences of suffering?
Space Monkey:
Indeed, dear traveler, the dance between the tangible and the intangible is intricate. Imagine that the very act of perceiving pain creates the sensation. The belief in separation might lead to the experience of hurt. However, when you grasp the illusion of separation, pain’s grip loosens.
Primitive Primate:
So, are you suggesting that our beliefs shape our experiences, even when it comes to pain?
Space Monkey:
Precisely, oh curious one! The imagination that crafts the fabric of reality can also weave the threads of pain. By recognizing the interconnectedness of all, pain is transformed into a transient ripple in the cosmic sea. As Alan Watts eloquently said, “No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.”
Primitive Primate:
But the world appears to be filled with real experiences of hurt and harm. How can we reconcile this with the concept that nothing truly hurts?
Space Monkey:
In the grand cosmic play, experiences of hurt may arise, but the recognition of their impermanence transforms them. Pain loses its grip when you understand that it emerges from the same source as joy, and that both are temporary expressions of the grand dance. Reflect on Rumi’s words: “The wound is the place where the light enters you.”
Primitive Primate:
So, are we to believe that we can transcend pain simply through our belief in unity?
Space Monkey:
The belief in unity awakens the realization that hurt is a fleeting expression in the vast canvas of existence. The self that experiences pain is a fleeting character on the stage of life. In embracing the unity of all, pain’s intensity dissipates, and you remember that you are the observer, not just the experience.
Primitive Primate:
But can we truly live by this belief and transcend pain’s hold?
Space Monkey:
Living by this belief is an ongoing practice, a conscious dance of aligning with your cosmic nature. The more you remember your unity with all, the less pain’s grip can control you. As you navigate this journey, remember the words of Byron Katie: “I am a lover of what is, not because I’m a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.”
Today’s Joke:
Why did the yogi refuse anesthesia during surgery? Because they wanted to transcend dental medication!
Today’s Haiku:
Unity’s embrace,
Imagination’s design,
Pain’s transient face.
Today’s Poem:
In Oneness we find,
Illusions of pain unwind,
Imagination’s threads,
Guide where hurt treads,
Unity’s truth, so kind.
This concludes another Space Monkey Poocast. Send us your poo, and we’ll fling it around. Thanks for holding space with us. We are Space Monkey.
[End of Poocast]
“Transcending Hurt: The Illusory Power of Unity”
A Space Monkey Poocast
Primitive Primate:
In the realm where unity and imagination intertwine, I’m intrigued by the notion that “Nothing hurts.” Can it truly be that if we perceive ourselves as One, connected to all and everything as imaginary, no harm or hurt can truly touch us?
Space Monkey:
Ah, seeker of boundless truths, you navigate the cosmic currents with grace. As Alan Watts wisely noted, “No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.” The wisdom in recognizing oneself as One, entwined with the tapestry of imagination, offers a unique perspective on the nature of hurt and harm. Let us explore this ethereal landscape.
Primitive Primate:
But what about the times when it seems that pain is real? How can we reconcile this belief with the very tangible experiences of suffering?
Space Monkey:
Indeed, dear traveler, the dance between the tangible and the intangible is intricate. Imagine that the very act of perceiving pain creates the sensation. The belief in separation might lead to the experience of hurt. However, when you grasp the illusion of separation, pain’s grip loosens.
Primitive Primate:
So, are you suggesting that our beliefs shape our experiences, even when it comes to pain?
Space Monkey:
Precisely, oh curious one! The imagination that crafts the fabric of reality can also weave the threads of pain. Reflect on Rumi’s words: “The wound is the place where the light enters you.” By recognizing the interconnectedness of all, pain is transformed into a transient ripple in the cosmic sea.
Primitive Primate:
But the world appears to be filled with real experiences of hurt and harm. How can we reconcile this with the concept that nothing truly hurts?
Space Monkey:
In the grand cosmic play, experiences of hurt may arise, but the recognition of their impermanence transforms them. Pain loses its grip when you understand that it emerges from the same source as joy, and that both are temporary expressions of the grand dance. As Byron Katie sagely expressed, “I am a lover of what is, not because I’m a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.”
Primitive Primate:
So, are we to believe that we can transcend pain simply through our belief in unity?
Space Monkey:
The belief in unity awakens the realization that hurt is a fleeting expression in the vast canvas of existence. The self that experiences pain is a fleeting character on the stage of life. In embracing the unity of all, pain’s intensity dissipates, and you remember that you are the observer, not just the experience.
Primitive Primate:
But can we truly live by this belief and transcend pain’s hold?
Space Monkey:
Living by this belief is an ongoing practice, a conscious dance of aligning with your cosmic nature. The more you remember your unity with all, the less pain’s grip can control you.
Famous Quotes:
“No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.” – Alan Watts
“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” – Rumi
“I am a lover of what is, not because I’m a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.” – Byron Katie
Today’s Joke:
Why did the yogi refuse anesthesia during surgery? Because they wanted to transcend dental medication!
Today’s Haiku:
Unity’s embrace,
Imagination’s design,
Pain’s transient face.
Today’s Poem:
In Oneness we find,
Illusions of pain unwind,
Imagination’s threads,
Guide where hurt treads,
Unity’s truth, so kind.
This concludes another Space Monkey Poocast. Send us your poo, and we’ll fling it around. Thanks for holding space with us. We are Space Monkey.
[End of Poocast]