
Q' lypse wrote:What is your life purpose?

Pagan wrote:Supreme-Being wrote:YOU NOT INTELLIGENT ENOUGH TO "SCHOOL" NOBODY, BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHING
Maybe you should take English lessons from him.

Pagan wrote:In all seriousness i do agree with what you said. Did you copy and paste it or write it yourself? If you wrote it i commend you.








Q' lypse wrote:Personality
Personality is the outer reach of our psychology. It is how people know us, and perhaps how we know ourselves. But it is not who we are. ‘Persona’ originally meant ‘mask’.
Personality is the early adjustment of our true selves into something less true. It is inevitable in human life, but not something defining. The development of our personality was crucial for survival in the early years of existence, but now limits us. It is not worthy of us. To condemn our true self to live through our personality is to stable a magnificent horse by a lie.
If we define ourselves by our personality, we are defining ourselves by a lie.
We are vulnerable at birth, open to things, trusting of people and circumstances, in awe of the mystery, and absorbent of each discovery. We imagine that this new kingdom, this new place, is like the marvelous world of the womb, only better. Just as safe, but more exciting. But it isn’t so, and the shock is savage big time. The trust we learnt in the womb has to be unlearnt on, we need to look after number one. And the number one is ourselves. Children are closer to heaven?. They are not conditioned or told what is right and wrong, good and bad.
And so the soft and receptive original us, hardens and becomes separate and suspicious, and the open part of us closed. From feeling at one with all things we become at one only with ourselves, and begin to define ourselves externally by our physical bodies; and internally, by the thoughts and feelings that pass through our psyches like screeching monkeys swinging their way through the jungle.
The outcome is what we call our personality. And we take this personality increasing seriously.
As a child, I had a friend who was never the centre of attention, and felt unbearable rejection. He discovered that when he was ill he received attention, and even people’s good wishes. From that point on, being ill became an important part of life, as the search for consolation continues into adulthood. A disposition towards sickness became part of his self-understanding. Yet it is a contrivance or a means, and had nothing to do with who he truly was. All the best old friend on the other side, see you when I finish these lessons in this life time. Kofi crossed when he was 12 from a car accident. I wonder what he would've been like if he was still in this life. We grew up in similar circumstances. I will always remember what you told me in that dream old friend, you said, don't waste this life, mine was short, you have come a long way, listen to music often, it heals. I'm doing the best I can, I . That personality is changing everyday. I know I no longer need to be that hardened boy anymore.
We are like actors rehearsing a play. In the early days, we laugh about our parts, but then, as time goes on, come gradually to believe our parts to be the truth about who we are. Suddenly, it is no longer a play rehearsal. This is for real. So the one playing the funny character actually believes she is funny; and likewise for the depressed man, the moral teacher, the misunderstood woman, the aggressive adventurer, the wise old head, the helpful friend, the angry leader, the frightened teenager, and so on.
No wonder we feel without substance sometimes, without foundations. We are living in a construction that should have been demolished years ago. The human personality is a hostel to pass through, not a home to live in. The human perosonality, whether attractive or fractured, cheerful or withdrawn, determined or cautious, is nothing more than a compelling illusion. To that extent, we could be said to live in a tomb.
In order to come home, we will need to get beyond our personality. As was written a long time ago (probably Shakespear, can't remember), ‘The torn-off mask lays bare the thing that is.’
I will not ask you to believe words. I will not ask you to believe promises. And I will ask you to believe your feelings in as much as they lead you back to their origins I! Your past, because you did not have your present feelings at birth. Feelings are clues that lead us to treasure. They are not treasure themselves.
You will take nothing on trust. But you might occasionally take a risk as the journey proceeds.
So who are? Who is it, that lives inside this body, this equipment or vehicle?

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