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• Post #3614776

  KEEPING AI CLEAN I love AI. Used wisely, it’s a great tool, but it is not an oracle, a guru, or a substitute for discernment. It can help me think, reflect, question, write, simplify, and notice where I’m tangled. It can also produce very convincing nonsense, especially when spirituality, conspiracy, certainty, and mystery get mixed together. For me, the safeguard is that I have instructed my AI to use A Course in Miracles as the guiding thought system in our conversations. That means the c...

• Post #3293348

  #fasting #acim #acourseinmiracles #newthought #eckharttolle #buddhism #breathwork #connection #healing #pridemonth #Karma #TrueNature #Awakening #Meditation #Mindfulness #Spirituality #intermittentfasting

• Post #3293347

  “Know Thyself” The goal of the curriculum, regardless of the teacher you choose, is “Know thyself.” There is nothing else to seek... T-8.III.5:1-12

• Post #3293346

  Without kindness, truth easily becomes a weapon. With kindness, truth becomes recognisable. It stops arguing and starts healing. Ancient teachings from India and Tibet often speak of breath, attention, stillness, and the loosening of the separate self. I do not meet these ideas as museum pieces. I meet them in a modern body, in ordinary daily breathwork, sitting quietly, breathing slowly, and noticing what falls away. There is something humbling about experiencing an ancient practice in a mode...

• Post #3293345

  Intermittent Fasting does not make a person good. It is not moral, magical, or superior. But when fasting becomes gentle and ordinary, it can remove a lot of noise. The body stops demanding quite so loudly. The constant cycle of wanting, reaching, tasting, comforting, filling, and wanting again begins to quieten. There is more space between impulse and action. And kindness lives in that space. Fasting teaches me that I do not have to answer every urge. A sensation can arise, be felt, and pas...

• Post #3293344

  I understand the longing for a powerful being to restore order. Many traditions speak in that language. But I wonder if the deeper invitation is much closer than waiting. Perhaps order begins wherever love is no longer postponed. Wherever kindness is chosen instead of attack. Wherever truth is not used as a weapon. Wherever fear is seen clearly and not obeyed. I do not know how the great traditions finally resolve their prophecies, and I do not need to. What I can see is simpler than that....

• Post #3293343

  Yes, “the apocalypse is right on schedule” is funny because it is both a joke and not entirely a joke. Humanity does have a remarkable talent for standing in a burning room, checking the calendar, and saying, “Good, at least we’re on time.” Every generation seems convinced it has booked the end of the world personally. The signs are always there. The prophets are always ready. The headlines are always wearing theatrical makeup. Someone somewhere is always explaining that this time it really is...

• Post #3293342

  “Nothing I see means anything” does not mean, in the crude sense, that nothing matters. It means nothing I see has the meaning I have given it by habit, memory, fear, preference, injury, history, or desire. The chair is not meaningless as a chair. Pete is not meaningless. The dogs are not meaningless. The room, the body, the morning, the weather, the pain, the breath, the stroke, the old stories — none of it has the fixed meaning my mind keeps pasting onto it. It means: “This does not mean w...

• Post #3180318

  Not dread. Not “civilisation is doomed.” Not another reason to tighten around the world. Just this. This world is not my home. It is temporary. It is dreamlike. Everything made here passes. Civilisations pass. Bodies pass. Systems pass. Even the things that seem most solid are only here for a while. So there is nothing here worth defending with cruelty or fear. There is only kindness while we appear to be here. That is the part that matters to me now. If the world is temporary, kindness i...

• Post #3157072

  I was listening to Geoffrey Hinton talk about AI, intelligence, risk, and the strange possibility that humans may no longer be the most intelligent beings in the room. A lot of people hear that and feel fear. I don’t. I feel something closer to hope. Human beings are endlessly clever, but we are not reliably kind. We organise whole civilisations around fear, competition, profit, status, tribe, punishment, and grievance. We keep calling it progress, but much of it still feels like frightened...