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by Mark Krueger

Archive 2006


September 15, 2006

Angstiety

It's a week of tension and conflict, but what's new? After this week, some of the tensions will fade readily. The existential tensions, to be or not to be, will still be massive. Suicidal thoughts/impulses are rampant. We're going to see a lot of that from here on out. It's understandable, given the pressure in people's psyche's. I don't recommend suicide. It's a killer, a dead end. I have danced with it from inside or with others, many times. There really isn't anything wrong with it, but everybody thinks so; so there it is. Too much drama for the relief it provides, which is only temporary, and maybe not even that. Dropping the body by suicide or ascension is just changing seats on the Titanic. Get off that ship, if you're so inclined; and let the body unwind whatever it is unwinding. You can enjoy yourself, whilst the personality is suicidal. Sounds stupid, but it is so.

Consider that you are not your body or thoughts or your personality or your higher self or your karma, stories or your soul. They are not you, nor is their amalgam. Moving from one aspect of your self to another, or changing your dimensionality or the color of your aura or whatever..... effects change. But then what? Somewhere over the rainbow of spectral shimmer is still more of the same old same olde. The vanity of controlling change or surrendering your control of change is evident. But the vanity is not yours! Silly goose, it's the machinery's inevitable self interest. Creation wants to keep on creating with no end in sight. That's the kind of game it is. That's why all manner of jawboning about Creator: who, what, when, where, to whom, for whom and with what power is such a popular enterprise. It's the ultimate vanity distraction of the Game. It only serves the Game and it does not serve you, but it's got some real fancy and extremely protected logics that it embeds real deep in the software. The machine is a projection machine. So you go chasing after your god in whatever format that may be, and you get your god or discover that you are your own god (like being your own grandpa) and then what...... Well, in the projection machinery endless projection takes place. So once you are god or sit at the right hand of her Latte or whatever........ voila, there'll be another god. Then you could get god's god and that'd be hot shift. But then what.......

Consider asking yourself "then what?" around all of your sacred cows. See the projections and watch what happens. The mind will kick up more and more splitting projections that lead you into the field of Dream come true. Then what...... What you'll find is that there is plenty to find, but the finding and seeking don't get rid of suffering in any way. Though changes will certainly take place and you could call them Power or Grace or Fate......, then what?

It all goes round and round. On the good daze, it's: Merry Go Round. On the bad, you are then the square peg in the big Merry. For shame, for service, for do your Work, for belief....... but then what? Glory, Light, high hosannas.... but then what?

You can Satsang and look for the Truth and be Self and then what? You can get to heaven and then what? I'm encouraging you, while grinding in your deepest existential angst, to utilize this angstiety opportunity to see things as they are, rather than how you have been projecting. Turns out that the Light at the end of the tunnel was a projector. Your Movie will never be the same. Claim your own consciousness and clear your identification in the karma projector.

I want you to know that you are fine. You feel like shit, think you are shit and are tired of the shit. Don't believe the thoughts and feelings and circumstances of your life. Utilize them to see that yes, you are tired and yes, there's something off kilter inherent in Creation rather than you being God's loathsome mistake who needs to ride the Glory Road on The Way to the grand Hallelujah.......!!!!*$+!$>*>?!!

The angstiety that you feel and identify in is simply the thrum of the machinery. Face your local stories of angstiety in your personality and your life and our crazy collective, but let them go as being you. You be fine. The angstiety is the om in the coma, the sound of the Sirens on the rocks, God's Hummer on American Idle, the tickles of terroristas and the hanging chads of the Harmonies.

Whine, whinge, wallow in the wet wasted backwash of all the old stories if you so choose, but claim who you are, clear your identification in what you are not and fucking laugh. Okay? See you in the phunny photons.

Hardy har harring with you,
Mark