David wrote:
>> > But does illusion have any laws?
Perhaps semantics are at play.
>> My own experience of illusion as part of my bipolar
>> disorder has fallen in to two type:
>>
>> 1. a delusion I am experiencing without realizing that
>> it is a delusion, for example my first matchmaking
>> period from the summer of 1997 to the spring of 1999
If one believes very strongly
something about how reality really is
then there is a good chance one is deluded.
For instance, the little dots which appear as words
on a so-called blank screen in front of one's eyes,
could be said to be real, or an illusion, or a flicker
ringing of and in one's imagination.
To think things are a certain way, to believe
with one's whole heart in that particular way, is
prolly more a fashion of thought than anything else.
Keys on which my fingers tap are smooth, to me.
In reality, they are much less than smooth.
If reality is presumed to be, roughly speaking,
full of space, between all things.
>> 2. reality distorting around me, for example in my
>> waxing gibbous moon trials of 1992--1994
>> and to a lesser extent my two early waxing
>> moon trials of 1995. (My waxing gibbous moon
>> trials of 1996 and 1997 had elements of both
>> 1 and 2.)
>
>But by reality distorting around me do I mean I had
>hallucinations (voices and/or visions) during the
>waxing gibbous moon trials? No, it was more my
>perception of reality that changed.
Sometimes reality turns inside out.
If you see you are your outsides, you see, you are.
If you see how you are a historical figure, you see,
you are that historical figure. And if you see how you
will be that identity in the future, you see, you will be.
Everyone is. Was. And will be. All in all.
Most folks just stay within their singular small self
and take their lives one life at a time if not one day
at a time or one eternal now unfolding in time.
> I was still
>hearing and seeing reality but it was as if reality
>had turned sour, had turned against me.
It may be a law
that for sweets to be sweet
there needs to be sour.
At times life is a grand
piano playing its own tunes.
At times life is a small potato
full of crunchy nickles and dimes
changing all the times times times.
> The waxing
>gibbous moon trials I think were described by Taliesin
>as Arianrhod's prison, by Krishna as an attack of a
>poisoned-nippled demon, and by Buddha as attack by Mara
>(the tempter, but I also think the illusionist).
Jesus wasn't real happy in the garden.
Though he was slain before the foundation
and was the stone to begin with on which law
became flesh, so to speak, he spoke as if he
had forgotten, and, perhaps, he had.
It is a normal delusion to forget
or never to have remembered. It's a usual
illusion to think of all things as separate
from all other things.
Not all tickets are e-tickets.
Some are for parking. Some for going
too fast or too slow or doing or making
some other fancy move along the way
when one's culture gets in one's way.
> The
>waxing gibbous moon trials of 1992--1994 were mixed
>episodes (low mood but racing thoughts) with an element
>of psychosis. The ones of 1996--1997 were all that
>again with an element of dysphoria (irritability).
Pathology might not be a law.
I'm not really a lawyer.
Nor a judge, per se.
Suffering can definitely be a pain.
Clinging might have something to do with it.
The brain is a strange electro-chemical deal,
handing out cards to jokers who run wild
as if the playing field was level.
There maybe ought to be laws
governing the operations of things.
There could be said to be a principle
involved in how things go, of Dao,
of round and round.
Of ups and downs.
To surf the changes,
that'd be nice. And, after a wave
one would, naturally, paddle back out,
beyond the breakers, to wait, for
another ride, perhaps.