Little people make tall claims. As being this-that avatar or messiah. Some even say they’re God. Well, if they are, I’m their grand-pop.
I’m joking when I say I’m the grand-pop of those claiming to be an avatar-messiah or god. But if they’re serious, then, I am who I am.
Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.
Killing or eating animals is an act of beasts. Stirs within the devil. Sorry. It spurs evil. Thus is truth – at least the metaphysical.
As per the law of karma, that which is your meat today, this dear beloved animal will make mincemeat of you tomorrow. In another birth.
I had an enemy – myself. Getting rid of the ego-self, in came the Self. Now, here, there, everywhere is nothing else. Just One Self.
Remember, you are as dispensable as the most indispensable king of kings, the mighty lord of silly worldly men.
Don’t worry. Life goes on. With or without you. So, live it, while it’s given you.
Live joyfully this life. Once gone, who knows if we ever get it back. Atheists think we do not. Mystics say you will. Either way, chill.
Till the time Mother Nature takes away what she had bestowed upon us for free – this wonderful gift, of life. Value it, while you have it.
After you die, a rare friend or family member may carry your memory throughout life. Most will forget you. As if you were never here.
Do not believe in a god who is as silly, and meaner than you. For, that would surely be your higher-self, and your stupid alter-ego.
Blind-believers and staunch atheists have the same god – namely, a self-deluded, one’s own shadow’s bot.
If your believed in book-told god is a silly sod, you too are.
Don’t, but if at all, then, lie to the whole damn world – never to your own damn, silly stupid self.
Everybody dies. Including your messiahs. And gods.
You be good. That’s your business. The rest, leave to God. That’s his business.
My imaginary pal up there, Mr. NOT, tells me it’s my dog-damn ism to kick your illusory he-man’s ass. Now, what do you say to that?
First of all, no messiahs are sent. Secondly, no messiah got it. Lastly, no messiah is. And if there ever was or is, maybe I too am it. As too is every dimwit.
I wish you all the best in life. Hell, I will even write your obituary for free.
If you do not grasp, intellectually or spiritually, the ‘One’ in All, you would’ve lived and died as your former self – ape, et all.
Humour sustains us during failure; more so after success, when we’re prone to fail that much more, daring abyss, pumped up with success.
Don’t worry, eventually everything falls into its rightful place.
In all humilitylet it be said -there’s no godin End Realitybut Onenessunto all is All -Whole’s Unity.
If you’re born a man, be a man. If a woman, be proud of being one. For, you’re not the body, mind, this or that. “Ye are gods!” – human.
Angels, fairies, gods, hell-heaven, “mediating” messiahs, demons, spirits etc. – are but your cultural-isms. Free be of these prisons.
You’re not a piece of nothing, but the all of everything.
Any given day is a second chance, after yesterday. Make the best of it today.
Be who you are. If a man, be one. If woman, be so. The gender-change, behaviour or role, is a mind-made turd. As illusory as this world.
It’s tough to get out of one’s inherited imbecilic culture, and a thus inherited or endowed lunatic belief system. A freethinker must overcome every deadened system. Especially one’s own.
I love religious nuts. They make me remember I have them too. So, being a health nut, I scratch them religiously. Just as I do my butt.
Any silly ism or stupid book that considers men above women, must be shunned like a lowlife demon. For, all’s one, barring none.
Take heart. You’re not alone. Every broken heart breathes again. That’s life. It goes on. In loss, and in gain.
Learn to accept life in toto. A perfect life is only in the dream world. This, my dear, with all it’s heartaches, is it. Our world.
The inability to rise above one’s inherited ism and ideology makes one live and die a fool, just a folly.
I’ve nothing against people. Just a***oles. But then, most people are.
On a supra human level, yeah, I got That Which Is. Yet on a simple human level, rare are times when either my left or my right foot is not in some kind of shit.
Seeing Oneam undone!Enemy norlo! friend-sans One-is none.That! is “am”One-o-One!
Humans, left to own misguided devices, scratches the Divine in the self as one would the lice, but remember to lick well all the vices.
Even if things do not work out as you thought they should for you, they do – in their own way, as they were meant to.
You are given a life, a death. Understand both while living, and before dying. Or you’d have wasted a life, a death.
Respect all people as you do your people, and you would be a fine people.
Your destiny – by hook or crook, by this way or that, at some corner or nook – will catch up with you.
Be kind, for the other is not another, but your mirrored kine.
We’re shadows! of naught;living, dying! for what’s not.
There’s plenty of food, other than non-vegetarian, here, on this earth. So, don’t hurt, kill and eat animals to increase your girth
No one dies pre-maturely. As is meant, happens naturally.
Most humans are but beasts and bitches, till the One in All – this unconscious seeking, and conscious finding of it – ’em itches.
The mystic, identifying neither with his-her race-religion-gender nor with any mind-made blunder, lives and dies in One’s splendor.
Life is an unfinished art, few master it, most just bark.
You got to die for ‘It’. Or you’ll remain a religious nutcase. In other words, a dickhead, nitwit.
The metaphysical truth and the end reality is simply this – you are All. Infinite Oneness. Consciousness is but only a part of it. So, you’re consciousness, and yet more. You’re the Whole. Thus is ‘That’. Get it.
So, am I too, like all other humans, just a rogue? Sure! Just a notch less than those rascals wearing godly robes.
There is no human-like god. If there were, he’d be as silly as you.
God of blind believers is most likely to be cock-eyed.
Strip yourself naked, of your fancied ideas about What Is. Then, seek “It”. That Which Is. Otherwise, all you’re going to find is dick.
Pray within. Stay within. Seek, find the Within. For, there’s no heaven or hell or god anywhere but herein.
Only in duality consciousness we witness this-that thing. In reality, a unity consciousness runs as the very soul of every little thing.
Religious nuts, atheists, theists, as too most scientists fail to “get” IT – the Ultimate Reality – because they seek it through ego.
Truth will screw with you every which way, before it lets you to be anywhere near itself.
If a religious book makes you harbor ill thoughts about those with differing faith, then, you’re reading the wrong crap of late.
First rule of spirituality – thou shall not believe in your own bullshit.
Most probably your belief system is screwed up. And so were your ancestors, before you. And now, maybe so are you. Overcome it, you!
Hurry, your imaginary heaven is calling you up, my dear holier-than-thou religious nuts.
Any religion that cannot stand up to a modern scientific reasoning, and to rational proof, is asinine
Oh yeah, “God is great!” Well, why an’t you, mate?
Anyone – your daddy or mine, your ancestor or mine, your god or mine – who bays for blood of “infidels” is an a***ole. And non-divine.
How did I get ‘IT’? – By crying, begging, yelping! – Any of this helping?
If you follow a foolish ism, how are you an intelligent being?
I plan to live my own way. Hopefully, it is as per God’s Way.
I love you silly ‘holy’ book. Here’s hoping everybody un-reads it.
You’re not free, until you get rid of I-myself-me; and let enter ‘That’, which, the sages call “Thee”.
Do your best, then put your feet on the table, and to God leave the rest.
I do not want to sound cynical or condescending, but your lips are moving, your mind unbending.
Fools follow foolishly their imaginary lookalikes as god. Such silly follies exist not. Seek ‘What Is’. And is not.
Humans as a whole are but an unwholesome hole with a sorry ass. In short, a**holes.
If we can somehow survive this world, we would’ve achieved something in this world.
Believing or not makes no difference to the Absolute of Things That Be. But it does to you. For you shall live and die accordingly. A wise person, or a fool. Choose.
Just a child is free to wander in one’s father’s garden, discovering little or big things; it is left to the seeker to grow unto the Nature of the Absolute.
As children play games with imaginary things, initially a seeker indulges in little things. So simple people believe in simple things.
No book dropped from “up there”. If it did, you say, then something is screwed up somewhere between your neck, and the top of your head.
Even the Master, in one way or another, is a student throughout life.
For the being, maybe. But for the spirit, there are no quick sands.
Frankly, the only good people who I know are dogs.
Only one kind of species of animals bites the hand that feeds them – mankind.
I’ve known humans, and I know beasts. The beast is better. It is unpretentious. It kills for food. Humans do ’cause they’re just not any good.
Believe you me, I am all for you; and wish you well – for you to go to hell.
Humans are mostly kind only to their own-self, and their own. To another being, they’re mostly indifferent, if not inhumane.
If you can cull an animal, or kill a human , and sleep well, does not mean you are any more well than a sick animal.
If your religion requires, as an article of faith, to hate people of other religions and faiths, you and your ism are screwed up, mate.
An atheist is a person who has nobody to blame when he screws up.
An educated man believing in a this-that vile sky-god rewarding him-her, but punishing your enemies with hell and fire, is uneducated.
All personal god, yours or mine, are false. Unto existence nothing but an infinite oneness walks.
Come on, let your silly egotistical self be gone! And then only THAT WHICH IS will be shown.
There is no god out there but Oneness of All That Is.
If you cannot insult a god, you yet do not “get” God.
Were a million people to believe in bullshit, it yet is just bull crap.
If anybody tells says you have to follow his or her #religion or you’re going to hell, tell that silly ass to go to hell. Be well.
Simply put, That Which Is – what most of us call God – is not a physical person nor a this or that spirit etc. Is the Quintessence of All That Is.
In utter humility, bow to What Is. And in time, crying one’s guts out, howling, bowing to IT, “knowing” comes. As a gift of the Divine.
The Only God left standing ‘There’ is Oneness and Unity of Everything. And not a fancied man-like god – yours or mine. Get ‘IT’?
Your body may not be, but the quintessence your being and entity is made-up of, is forever.
The unwholesome may be otherwise, but the Whole is ever holy.
Don’t worry, eventually everything falls into its rightful place.
If you do not want others to laugh at your inherited god and faith, then, do not follow a hateful and stupid, a man-made sod and ism, mate.
The ‘Big Bang’ idea of pseudo armchair pundits, too is as much a theory as a human-like big buffoon, that your so-called ‘holy’ books call god.
Until you get it that in reality you, and the enemy you hate, are identically and inseparably ‘One’, of a single make, you’re one big silly mistake.
Only that ‘holy’ book which teaches you to love all beings – animals or human things – read. Another one, idiots do, You let go, God speed.
Everyday, do more than you could; seek more than you should; understand more than is understood. Thus only a man stops being a hood.
Mostly, all book-told gods are as little as the little men who wrote them idiots into existence.
There is always a choice. Always. So do not say, you had no choice. Good or bad, doing it or not, is about you, not choices. Always.
Have faith in ‘What Is’. You will get your due, good or not so good, to your liking or not, but in time, as it is meant to be.
If your holy book makes you hate, you’re reading the wrong shit, mate.
Of course I love you. For real. I will sure come and personally meet you myself. Just to make sure you’re well. When is your funeral?
We’re shadows! of naught – living, dying! for what’s not.
Forms come and go. You, the quantum non-entity behind your human identity, comes nor goes.
Today religious nuts outnumber monkey nuts in the world.
After your daily bread, if you ask God for anything, ask ‘him’ to make you right in the head.
If I bad mouth the Truth, and nothing but the Absolute Truth, then, kick my butt. Otherwise, ye of bad faith, keep your stupid trap shut.
The ‘Good News’ is, the messiah cometh. The bad news is, he never does.
Be great. Get thy “Self”. Know who you are. Beyond this body, and being. You are more than what you’re seeing.
Five acts – humility, gratitude, vegetarianism, yearning, and crying – get you “It”. Have you tried it?
If your fancied god hates those you hate, then, this bumbling idiot is as little, and as buggered, as you are, O’ little one.
I swear I’ve good morals. It’s just that bad ones befriend me. I’m a friendly person, you know. But I will talk to them. Believe you me.
If a messiah exhorts you to kill people of another belief system, get this idiot non-prophet out of your stupid system.
I have great respect for you – once you are dead, and gone
I nurture very good intentions about you. May you die in peace.
We are all copy cats. The only original ‘thing’ is God, And “him”, hell, most of us know as little as we know cats.
I shall tell you about God once you’ve reached your imaginary heaven. Then, give me a call.
You still are? There go my plans! And the suit I had bought to attend your funeral. Well, well. Anyway, do call me up when you an’t.
No one dies pre-maturely. As is meant, happens naturally
There are no human gods here, just hoods who think they are.
Were one to call your stupid ism good, well then, one would either be equally idiotic, or a fool, or no good.
People will laugh at anything, except their own moronic self.
Unborn, never died, ever alive – thus is the Ultimate Reality. Of God. And of the Universal Self. As too, your own.
Don’t make the Divine a nincompoop’s idea, of being a man-like entity. What you see here is merely a wandering whirlwind of Infinity.
By the time the Truth comes, you’d have been a sure-shot rascal, a long-gone bastard, a life-long sinner, but an ever-humble winner.
Scientism and godism are superstitions, one blindly believes in what’s visible, the other blindly believes in what’s invisible.
Jihadis! Please go to your imaginary heaven – out there, nowhere. Us, the infidel lot, have helluva lot to do after you leave. Out here.
I have to tell you the truth. But you are too ugly for it.
So, your god is the only god? Okay, but then, so is my dog.
The sooner the jihadis go up to their imagined #heaven, the sooner our earth would be a heaven.
Having ‘holy’ thoughts, and doing bad deeds, such a lot are assholes indeed.
I love all life as my own. Therefore, I say, you’re my very own. But am I, an infidel who does not believe in your ism, also your own?
The Only God ‘up there’ is Unity of Everything, in Quintessence. Other fancies, gods and fairies are the nansy-pansies of simpletons, or is just plain-simple nonsense.
Just ‘get’ the ‘One’ in All. Then live accordingly. That’s all.
Just get the ‘One’ in All. Then live accordingly. That’s all.
Ego-less, in time, you will no longer be God-less.
Success makes tyrants of most of the humankind; making us forget basic courtesy, and being kind.
Please believe me. I’ve nothing against you personally. It’s just that I laugh at all jokes.
Most people are scumbags. Accept it. Let go. Chill out, douchebags.
Hey, religious nuts! Please do not grow up. Just go up!
Children throw tantrums because they’ve imagined their ‘father in heaven’ does so. And because, their inherited religious book has, in written, shown them so.
Monkeying around with other apes, a monkey was made – called, HUMAN. God is great!
Whenever I wish to pay my respect to you, my middle finger says, it must first.
I wish you well – if you will die. May you rest in peace.
I’m fascinated by idiots… Here’s looking at you, kid!
You’re alright, I guess; for, you’re just being you, like any other cuckoo.
All must read their so-called ‘holy’ book – word by word – to determine, by self, its unholy bit.