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Christmas song:  Feed the Aussies

It's Christmas time, and there's no need to be afraid

At Christmas time, let grog banish painful relations

And in our world of plenty

We can spread a bet with friends

Fuck the fucking the world

At Christmas time

Feed the Aussies - Gambling, Fats, & Alcohol*

Feed the Aussies - Gambling, Fats, & Alcohol

Feed the Aussies - Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?

*Based on the ads sponsoring The Cricket at Christmas time

The early bird gets the worm - but the late bird gets the moth

Golden rule:  Try everything … twice.  So as to clear up any possible aberration result.  If you get a negative reaction twice, you can safely not go the third-time

There are two poles on the spectrum of  people in this world - anal retentive … & … anal expressive

Poem idea: who in your life is possibly a robot?  For me, as a robot, i can name the obvious ones, the council person on the telephone, actually all people i don't know on the telephone - that would be well within

I disagree to agree

Book idea: Socrates in a near-future Black Mirror-style game-simulation existence. where the gamed don't realize they're being gamed. Given it’s all a game - you’re a player who has been marked for extermination - West World style - your entity will be detected as a 'questioner' then infected with a negative end-game path - leading to a series of escalating blows at every turn - herding you towards suicide or an early death. 

From the brink of suicide - as your well-reasoned only option to exercise free-will in the game - you

realize that it is all a game, that wants you to end.

But, with that knowledge, how to buck that system from within?

Goal has to be  overthrow the system - it can’t be mended - but what’s the magic trick to doing that when all odds are stacked against you? -

Ans: it’s a mental state - Nero/Matrix style - the parts were always there but not fully recognized, harnessed … 

Instead of a sad, lonely suicide, the thinking becomes a grand gesture.

To achieve this

The hero decides to become the bait - die Socrates (later, Christ)-style - in their persecutor's world. Force them to publicly/corruptly execute you. Knowing that is the only way to infect the minds of mostly now-mindless future gamed generations - mind being the ultimate currency. To influence that you have to make the ultimate sacrifice.

That action causes mass disillusionment - a break down in Trust of the Authority - which leads to a power outage - seeds revolution - after the hero's death.

Poem idea:  Insert myself into a Plato's version of Socrates discussion as a spanner-in-the-works character - disagreeing or saying inappropriate things, taking tangents

Song idea: Didn’t see it coming ...

then again I kinda did

There were signs you were gonna ...

gonna blow your lid

Aussies' best skills: swimming, boxing, & salespersonship

Fantastic at sales -  had an international guest who remarked how good Aussies are at selling Australia to themselves

Soul exists as Thought, an abstract essence concept, but, when it entwines with a body, it forms individual entities.

Plato’s unforgetting suggests there’s a pre-existent knowledge - of biblical proportions - predating the bible (which was supposedly written in 300-100BC. A knowledge- that was always there as an essence. It’s the same concept as the knowledge tree - with knowledge as an pre-existent essence - from which all existence is spawned. Spawn being the key word. It's pre-determined in terms of the boundaries, but doesn't: determine the  exact path your soul-body entwinement will take on it’s journey - that’s the probability field. Severe impacts/trauma will take you on

Plato’s position is very similar to reincarnation - individuals retain a certain soul - which leaves the body upon dying - then comes back into the body of another organism in the next-life & so on, unless you reach such a high level in this life that when you die, you don’t come back, you reside amongst the Gods, which is the same as Nirvana

So how does the soul thing work, according to Plato? It infinitely exists as a spiritual, but still individual entity, the sum of its bodily incarnations, which, upon death, enter/return unto the spiritual world for an indeterminate period of time, where the egg of desire to exist is re-fertilized by the soul. Whereupon it is re-born back to the bodily/manifest world.

 

I'm down with Socrates/Plato thinking, i've not seen anything to surpass it on the fundamental level of how do we exist? What i don't fully get - is: Is it always your soul that gets reborn? You go back into the spiritual world, which is bigger than the individual, but your soul somehow retains it's individual identity within that spiritual everything/everywhere essence? In that case it's like a judgement from the essence/God (it's amazing, but not amazing how many things were stolen by Christianity from The Greats). Then a re-introduction to to the manifest world. But still the same basic character. Everyone's character encompasses the possibility to do great things - or not. Can you unlock the great things this time around? Or not. Can you at least build towards the great things?

 

My interjection into the conversation recorded by Plato would be: If the soul a communal reservoir - the sum of the sum of the bodily incarnations, which is dipped back into each time around - does it still carrying the stain/imprint of it’s previous life? Or is each trip a whole new re-set?

 

I'd also ask Socrates: Is there a war of good & evil going on in the spiritual realm, as is commonly supposed? What is the nature of this soul-state substance that we dip back into?

 

 

 

You can achieve immortality.  Life after death.  That’s not controversial.  So long as you’re remembered in any way, you exist beyond the grave. If you don't believe me, ask Socrates ... or Jesus