Reincarnation attachment - Is this your stop? Explore the existence of will, choice, and rebirth.
Last stop in the reincarnation station – All Aboard! Tickets please…
Step outside 'The Carnival' where reincarnation attachment is a symptom of choice.
Our life’s stories are chiseled with our own hands, ‘before’ we were born. Whew! Time means nothing ‘before’ then. This doesn’t pull the soiled sheets out from under the existence of Will. But you thinking so, if you are, is the reason you’ve believed fate was a headlock you could never get out of. Fate, well… it’s nothing more than freewill in the now, awareness bent through thick geezer glasses.
“You got to know we remember past in the present, and heavily involved with sightseeing from inside the funhouse to miss the point that longing in the now, damn sure creates the future.”
MOVIE
A loose metaphor comparing the ‘creations’ of those who use the thought process to a film that is produced and viewed by itself and ‘others’. Observers may or may not suspend their belief when watching a movie.
“Most often, depending on what kind of ‘animal/beast/thing’ you are, reincarnation is real attachment to the movie as more than a movie, the process of either breaking the trance, or the efforts in further suspending your disbelief.”
“Well friend, when I tip my hat to you in an affirmative nod, please pardon the words I have to use, as they hold their own horse-blinders.”
X’Tzu is hanging back by the tracks of distinction… they’re as big as the mountains and as wide as the skies.
In this image, the character ‘X’Tzu’ from ‘11:11 El Luchador Gauntlet’ is choosing if he ‘wants to come back’.
AIRSTREAM
Although an Airstream is an aluminum travel trailer, it is used here as a metaphor for the physical and energetic ‘body’ that is sometimes identified as the body and soul.
In this image, the gears of soul are shown posing with the ‘hat of mind’.
CARNIVAL FENCE
The transition point between perceiving in the Absolute and Relative
“Reincarnation happens, but only within the fences of the carnival (or within that miserable Chumba’s arena).
I’m standing outside my Airstream, at the rest stop here on the top of the Rockies, with the vantage point to see that the soul, when defined correctly, is also a temporal manifestation. From inside your RV, it’s considered a ‘spiritual’ counterpart.
Hey, when you’re lookin’ through dirty windows, almost all ‘spiritual’ definitions act as barriers for those who wish to ‘move on’.”
“This soul, with its illusory-like identity, soars from present to present, above the painting of the absolute. It sees itself as having been ‘re-incarnated’ (which implies the illusory-like past).
Within the movies we create, and the movies others create for us, reincarnation can also be seen with its wings beating, flying north.
Look! Your foggy eyed binocular vision is viewing migration into the future (which exists only in the imagination).”
ILLUSORY-LIKE
Used to denote that the strict definition of ‘illusion’ is not adequate to fully describe in normally used temporal words (note: all words are temporal). In this case, the word illusion infers not the typical ‘magic’ trick or optical (5 sense) deception, but speaks to the dissimilarity of the essential nature with thought created creations, and the inherent lack of questioning regarding which source is the base for the other (there is no yin/yang template, no duality or complementary relationship). The essential nature is ‘singularly’ real while that which extends from it is illusory-like.
Much of the dogma surrounding 'rebirth' and 'reincarnation' is supported by the language we use. By its nature, the very structure of thought is built in suggestions that undermine the very act of questioning the distinctions it's built.
OBSERVER
The essential nature incorporates the observer as a component (defined here using temporal words as best as possible), which feels in the present, but can be obscured by the process of observing, and may mistake ‘the observed’ as something more than the creation of its and ‘others’ thoughts (also see; process of observing and observed).
WRISTWATCH/CLOCK
The constructs and unexamined language and assumptions that imply that time is not created by thought. The ‘wristwatch’ is one of the most persistent illusions.
“A ‘past life regression’ is a fun fib that joshes you until you believe that the ‘life’ or ‘experience’ that ‘occurred’ actually happened ‘prior’ to the one your observer is perceiving right now!
The words have assumptions built within them that indicate an illusion-like demand that forces your minds eye to perceive the solidity of clocks and wristwatches.
Interesting, eh, how when we seize the truth, the words themselves create your stumble. It’s not always accidental friend!”
“Are you sitting down, cause I’m getting long winded these days.
O.K., listen to the characters I’ve played:
rodeo clown
(I played this in the ‘past’),
false prophet,
‘advanced’ alien
(‘I’ played this role in the ‘future’),
hobo,
trans-dimensional spirit,
cult figure,
exotic dancer,
politician
(I’m playing this simultaneously at this ‘time’),
teacher,
trash man,
sibling,
you know, all of those things, even a carnie…
all of them are just an experience, but they’re not me.
Choose who you want to be, and name yourself any name you please.
Remember, carnival owners n’ patrons, as well as luchadors n’ audiences have no lasting purpose and are symptoms of choice moving against the torrent.”
I am no longer attached to life and death.
I am no longer attached to my experiences.
I am no longer attached to my creations.
I am no longer attached to mind, or my hat (which symbolizes the thought process).
I am no longer attached to language.
I am no longer attached to ‘things’.
I am the embracer of choice.
I am in my sovereign, residing in the ever-present.
The ‘glasses of perception’ can be quite demanding that memories be retained, all so it can reinforce its ego.
When the bull tramples the ‘hat of mind’ and all of its ‘things’, it has opened up a new rodeo ride.
“Now, perhaps I don’t remember choosing to come here...
But what the heck, one might as well entertain awareness for movements’ sake, participating in rodeos, riding real and imaginary mechanical bulls (all while throwing non-random ring tosses in the blowout of stagnation and boredom).”
“Your old spice, obsessions, bar fights, flashbacks, snooty noses, filthy dishes, and junk heap of an RV… they’re all bobbing in the flood.
It deposits you on sand bars until the next flash flood comes. The torrent moves, and what you thought you were is washed away.
Friends, you sit here as if you existed before your body did. As if you and your Airstream are going to the place you came from after you die.
Just who is telling you what it’s like to be dead? That Chumba guy? Damn, you know if your afterlife has personality and wears overalls, and, if you think afterlife is really ‘after’, then lots of aspirin await.”
FLOOD
A metaphor alluding to the Absolute (see def) and the Essential Nature (see def).
TORRENT
A metaphor referring to raging unstoppable water that represents the Absolute (see def). That which has no mutually arising component or polarity.
CHUMBA
Also known as Chumba Cruz. He is Xavier’s internal and external antagonist who works in a real and metaphorical carnival by day, and fights in a real and metaphorical Luchador arena by night. Chumba represents a singular Will and a universal Will that engages in higher rebellion. He uses techniques that reinforce his and others delusions.
The dreams of existence and non-existence dissipate when you’re completely present.
When the mutually arising sensation of existence and non-existence evaporate, so does the solidity of life and death.
“So, if memory can fall apart like cheaply made chaps, isn’t it fair to say some are better off not having?
And if you recall that you used to be a carnie, can you take from that, that you did or didn’t exist?
If you can’t remember operating the tunnel of love ride before you were born, does that assure you were never on the fairgrounds?”
“It doesn’t matter that memory’s torn apart in such journey. Whether it’s now or next century… . vision, sound, delight, and pain are the same. The gas pedal of intent pushes us to new destinations, even past fatal head-on’s.”
‘Life and death’ remain in the dualistic recognition, but their emotive power, ‘finality’, despair, and fear are washed away.
The metaphors of ‘hat’, ‘boots’, and ‘overalls’ all refer to the clothing of the higher-self. And although all ‘things’ and ‘experiences’ are recorded in the dualistic imagined universal fractal (akashic records), the higher-self rarely finds need to use that library.
One ‘Airstream’, one soul, one ‘i’. The bodies energy rusts away, but the essence remains the same.
“Get it through your head; the universe records your giddy up’n horse-smelling soul into new pastures. Even pot-belly pigs have personality. You think only boot wearing bipeds have the power to create, reason and feel alive?
Wrong!
At your death friend, the hobo-like ‘i’ ceases. The real ‘I’ goes back to its state before being born… apart from the whisky-goggle view of birth and death coming and going. That is, if you aren’t already being washed into a new carnival.”
“Our life’s stories are chiseled with our own hands, ‘before’ we were born. Whew! Time means nothing ‘before’ then.”
The flood is a place of transient eddies. Sometimes hats, gears, and souls can be seen floating in its torrent.
In this image, the character ‘X’Tzu’ from ‘11:11 El Luchador Gauntlet’ is coming to terms with the realization that even ‘Will’ is like an eddy.
“This doesn’t pull the soiled sheets out from under the ‘existence’ of Will. But you thinking so, if you are, is the reason you’ve believed fate was a headlock you could never get out of.”
Here, X’Tzu is enjoying the ‘light’ that other Wills created.
In this image, X’Tzu is entertained by the ‘light’ he’s creating.
“Fate, well… it’s nothing more than freewill in the now, awareness bent through thick geezer glasses.”
Desire streams by X’Tzu, it comes in the form of ‘light rays’. Some of this ‘light information’ passes by, while other rays he chooses to ‘in-form’..
Excerpted from the 11:11 EL Luchador Gauntlet
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