Big Mind
Whoa, diep! Volg deze 11 video's op YouTube van Genpo Roshi.
Labels: bewustzijn, big mind, genpo roshi, inner game, meditatie
Aantrekking
Eén van de Grote Vragen de laatste tijd in mijn leven waarmee ik mezelf plezier met ze trachten te beantwoorden is: wat is de ware natuur van aantrekking? Daarmee bedoel ik de aantrekking van mannen tot vrouwen en ook van vrouwen tot mannen.
Er is in onze maatschappij een onvoorstelbaar dikke strooisellaag van nonsens en bijgeloven over dat onderwerp, en veel van de eerste jaren hierover heb ik gespendeerd aan het wegschrapen en wegsmijten daarvan, en zelf te ervaren wat is. Veel hiervan kruist met een zoektocht naar de essentie van vrouwelijkheid en mannelijkheid. Iets waar ook zeker bij ons het noorden compleet zoek is onder politiekcorrectheid.
Ondertussen ben ik op een punt gekomen waar ik merk dat ik begin terug te kijken naar traditie. Kijk naar dit:
Een optreden van Hayley Westenra en Laoise Ní Cheallaigh. Lange haren en sierlijke jurken, de glooiende muziek die hen begeleidt, een zangstem als kristal, ... zo typisch als je maar kan gaan qua vrouwelijkheid, niet? Het is altijd behoedzaam laveren tussen opvoeding en natuur, laat staan doorheen subjectiviteit. Maar toch, ik ben al veel valse voorwendsels tegengekomen van oppervlakkige of tijdelijke aard... maar dit trekt. De woorden die in mij opkwamen waren "an Ancient Pull..." Alsof er één pure kwaliteit is, rustig wachtend tot ze benoemd gaat worden. Gisterennacht las ik in Fountainhead Ayn Rands krachtige woorden die hier effectief in slagen met de mannelijke tegenpool:
Wim
Er is in onze maatschappij een onvoorstelbaar dikke strooisellaag van nonsens en bijgeloven over dat onderwerp, en veel van de eerste jaren hierover heb ik gespendeerd aan het wegschrapen en wegsmijten daarvan, en zelf te ervaren wat is. Veel hiervan kruist met een zoektocht naar de essentie van vrouwelijkheid en mannelijkheid. Iets waar ook zeker bij ons het noorden compleet zoek is onder politiekcorrectheid.
Ondertussen ben ik op een punt gekomen waar ik merk dat ik begin terug te kijken naar traditie. Kijk naar dit:
Een optreden van Hayley Westenra en Laoise Ní Cheallaigh. Lange haren en sierlijke jurken, de glooiende muziek die hen begeleidt, een zangstem als kristal, ... zo typisch als je maar kan gaan qua vrouwelijkheid, niet? Het is altijd behoedzaam laveren tussen opvoeding en natuur, laat staan doorheen subjectiviteit. Maar toch, ik ben al veel valse voorwendsels tegengekomen van oppervlakkige of tijdelijke aard... maar dit trekt. De woorden die in mij opkwamen waren "an Ancient Pull..." Alsof er één pure kwaliteit is, rustig wachtend tot ze benoemd gaat worden. Gisterennacht las ik in Fountainhead Ayn Rands krachtige woorden die hier effectief in slagen met de mannelijke tegenpool:
She felt the answer in her body, an answer of hunger, of acceptance, of pleasure. She thought that it was not a matter of desire, not even a matter of the sexual act, but only that man was the life force and woman could respond to nothing else; that this man had the will of life, the prime power, and this act was only its simplest statement, and she was responding not to the act nor to the man, but to that force within him.Wat is dan die kwaliteit in de vrouw? Ik weet het niet... Maar ik begin te voelen in welke richting ik moet zoeken.
Wim
Labels: aantrekking, mannen, vrouwen
Take On Me Letterlijk
Waarom gaat de tekst in liedjes nooit over wat je ziet in de videoclip? Dat kan beter:
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Wim
Labels: aha, letterlijk, moehaha, muziek, take on me
Ayn Rand - The Meaning of Sex
Krachtige woorden van Ayn Rand:
The man who despises himself tries to gain self-esteem from sexual adventures—which can’t be done, because sex is not the cause, but an effect and an expression of a man’s sense of his own value . . .
The men who think that wealth comes from material resources and has no intellectual root or meaning, are the men who think—for the same reason—that sex is a physical capacity which functions independently of one’s mind, choice or code of values. They think that your body creates a desire and makes a choice for you just about in some such way as if iron ore transformed itself into railroad rails of its own volition. Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a man’s sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions. Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive and I will tell you his entire philosophy of life. Show me the woman he sleeps with and I will tell you his valuation of himself. No matter what corruption he’s taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which he cannot perform for any motive but his own enjoyment—just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity!—an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exaltation, only in the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces him to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and to accept his real ego as his standard of value. He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience—or to fake—a sense of self-esteem . . . . Love is our response to our highest values—and can be nothing else.
The man who despises himself tries to gain self-esteem from sexual adventures—which can’t be done, because sex is not the cause, but an effect and an expression of a man’s sense of his own value . . .
The men who think that wealth comes from material resources and has no intellectual root or meaning, are the men who think—for the same reason—that sex is a physical capacity which functions independently of one’s mind, choice or code of values. They think that your body creates a desire and makes a choice for you just about in some such way as if iron ore transformed itself into railroad rails of its own volition. Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a man’s sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions. Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive and I will tell you his entire philosophy of life. Show me the woman he sleeps with and I will tell you his valuation of himself. No matter what corruption he’s taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which he cannot perform for any motive but his own enjoyment—just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity!—an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exaltation, only in the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces him to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and to accept his real ego as his standard of value. He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience—or to fake—a sense of self-esteem . . . . Love is our response to our highest values—and can be nothing else.
Labels: ayn rand, citaat, expressie, inner game, seks
Love
Er is een man genaamd Eskil Steenberg die op zijn eentje een MMO aan het bouwen is: Love. Impressionistische stijl, volledig proceduraal gegenereerd, emergente sociale gameplay... indrukwekkend.
Als je zijn site bekijkt dan schept hij precies een soort magische cyberspiritualiteit, met tools genaamd Seduce of Betray...
Een eerste trailer toont hoe het eruit kan zien...
Wim
Labels: love, mmorpg, videospellen
Sorrow Carves Joy
Uit Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet:
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see in truth that you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Labels: gibran, inner game, joy, kahlil, pavlina, prophet, sorrow
Don't Shoot the Puppy
Oho.
Deze is gewoon goed.
Kijk of je het uit kan spelen zonder de puppy af te knallen. Ikzelf moest vier keer proberen.
Wim
Deze is gewoon goed.
Kijk of je het uit kan spelen zonder de puppy af te knallen. Ikzelf moest vier keer proberen.
Wim
Labels: moehaha, puppies, videospellen, violence
Starcraft twee in drie
Allez zeg, Blizzard gaat van Starcraft 2 drie spellen maken. K-k-kassa! Man man man... Al goed dat multiplayer onaangetast blijft.
Wim
Wim
Labels: starcraft, videospellen
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
Monkey Gun Revisited
Tot mijn grote verbazing heeft ons aller Kennyboy zitten hacken op mijn al lang te ruste gelegde creatie Monkey Gun.
Yup, dat zijn Geruta's en Multiviola's uit Super Metroid. Gijze kleine pikkedief gij ;) Hij zegt me dat de moeilijkheidsgraad ook serieus is opgedreven.
Ik ben al blij dat mijn bestanden duidelijk genoeg zijn om mee te spelen :)
Wim
Labels: game, monkey gun
The Adventurer and the Vortex
Eentje (ingekort) van de Pook:
One day, the magnificent Pook decided to share his manliness (for it would be selfish to contain so much manliness!) with the world. The people rejoiced in this and children ran to greet the Pook when he appeared.
However, Pook encountered a band of disgruntled people huddled in a circle. They hissed their frustrations of life to one another and that was their ritual. Then, they would all disperse to their jobs and lives which they despised. Next day, they would gather, share in their complaints about the world, and then leave again to do it the next day. Seeing the cycle, Pook approached the group.
"What do you want!?" seethed a young man in his twenties who was beginning to look like he was entering his forties. "Why do you disrupt us?" came an old woman's screech from a woman just turning twenty five.
"Tortured souls," the Pookius Maximus said, "Every day, you gather and complain. Yet, then you go back to what you complain about."
Then came the protests.
"X isn't fair!"
"Y is corrupt and has been turned conspiracy against us!"
"Z will eventually collapse due to this injustice!"
Such are the common replies! And how frequent they come! Now, reader, you may inquire about the beings of this group. Rest assured, the beings are both liberal and conservative, pious and hedonistic, rich and poor, men and women, as well as your ancestors and your descendants. They are the 95% of the people. They are the masses.
"Let me be mirror to your thoughts," said the Pook. "I want you to see your mind reflected as it really is. Permit me to ask some questions."
"Very well," allowed one member. "Ask and you shall have your answers."
"Do you believe that you have suffered unfairness?"
For the first time, animation electrified their answers of "Yes!". Each and every one of them believed their fate was unfair.
As Pook kept talking to them, a pattern emerged. Each and every one believed in a spiritual law of fairness. Bitterness swelled in them as they recited how "unfair" this or that was. All of them dreamed of the collapse of the "system" where their spiritual law of fairness would "return" the natural order of things.
Adults believe in Fairness like children believe in Santa Clause. Santa Clause is very much a figment of that Fairness. He knows who has been naughty or nice, bestows gifts on the good and coal on the bad. But just as there is no Santa Clause, there is no Fairness Spiritual Law either.
Life never runs smooth. It is a bumpy ride with set-backs as well as uphill struggles and downhill surges. If a person complained that a ride was not "fair" he would be considered mad. The purpose of the ride is the fun of taking different roads, seeing new scenery, and meeting the new people that come in your life. This is the Adventurer which every Human begins as (what we label the 'innocence' of a child) but can easily become corrupted into something else.
What is the opposite of the Adventurer? It is the Vortex. A Vortex is someone who is miserable in life and who complains as a swirl of angst. The nature of the complaint does not matter. It could be about the job, the women, the men, the world, SOMETHING. What happens when you combine many vortexes together? They create a giant Vortex that creates such a sucking sound that, standing near it, you literally begin to think the world is an Evil Place.
[...]
Vortexes are everywhere. It is your job, as the Adventurer, to avoid them. Obstacles in your path are what makes the Adventure fun. The only REAL obstacle is the Vortex who, like Sirens, will suck you towards to the rocks where the masses of shattered lives lay on the beach.
How do you know if you are in a vortex? Here are some signs:
1) Are your conversations about NEGATIVE things that are occurring that is out of your control?
2) Do the people participate in hopes of vomiting their frustration?
3) Is the theme of the conversations revolving around the concept of UNFAIRNESS of some form?
4) When the people talk, do they smile? If not, they are more likely in a Vortex.
The Vortex eats up your valuable energy. Instead of using that energy to ADVENTURE, to discover new and wonderful things, you go in circles in the Vortex. Time passes. And one day, you will simply... stop. Since Fairness will never come, for that would mean Heaven on Earth, the only way out of the Vortex is to die.
Most people in their lives swirl around their vortexes, like the toilets, all their lives.
There are so many Vortexes it would be ridiculous to mention them all. But the most common are political. When we get frustrated in life (which is inevitable), many lose their senses and become drawn to a political 'cause'. When our talents and passions are frustrated, we tend to turn to new 'causes'. This is why children of wealthy people get caught up in political 'causes'. Same with actors and many of the population. Hitler was a frustrated artist first, dictator second.
[...]
Consider these Vortexes to be the Cult of the Fair. All their doubt and anger leads to PRE-MATURE AGING.
"But Pook," cried a woman. "If what you say is true, if that is the Cult of Fairness, then what is the alternative? Who follows the Adventurer?"
"My lady," I replied, "the opposite would be the Cult of the Fantastic. There is no spiritual belief of Fairness in this one. By adopting the mindset of what they WILL do, they live completely and enjoy the bumpy ride. The Fairness Cultists huddle from their rat holes to point, be envious, and hurl moralizations. They condemn the Adventurer for violating the Law of Fairness where they are really condemning themselves."
I then turned to the crowd and said, "You are all done with the Vortex. You will now stop thinking of what you are NOT achieving and, instead, think of what you ARE achieving. This puts you in a mindset looking for opportunities and challenges rather than barriers and obstructions. This simple change of your mindset will remove the detractors and doubters from your life and attract the movers-and-shakers."
And with that, the crowd dispersed for the last time. One person swore that he would find a new job within the next two months. Another swore he would buy that house in six months. Yet, another decided to devote his free time back to his passions and dreams. The Vortex imploded and, they all became adventurers again.
Pook
One day, the magnificent Pook decided to share his manliness (for it would be selfish to contain so much manliness!) with the world. The people rejoiced in this and children ran to greet the Pook when he appeared.
However, Pook encountered a band of disgruntled people huddled in a circle. They hissed their frustrations of life to one another and that was their ritual. Then, they would all disperse to their jobs and lives which they despised. Next day, they would gather, share in their complaints about the world, and then leave again to do it the next day. Seeing the cycle, Pook approached the group.
"What do you want!?" seethed a young man in his twenties who was beginning to look like he was entering his forties. "Why do you disrupt us?" came an old woman's screech from a woman just turning twenty five.
"Tortured souls," the Pookius Maximus said, "Every day, you gather and complain. Yet, then you go back to what you complain about."
Then came the protests.
"X isn't fair!"
"Y is corrupt and has been turned conspiracy against us!"
"Z will eventually collapse due to this injustice!"
Such are the common replies! And how frequent they come! Now, reader, you may inquire about the beings of this group. Rest assured, the beings are both liberal and conservative, pious and hedonistic, rich and poor, men and women, as well as your ancestors and your descendants. They are the 95% of the people. They are the masses.
"Let me be mirror to your thoughts," said the Pook. "I want you to see your mind reflected as it really is. Permit me to ask some questions."
"Very well," allowed one member. "Ask and you shall have your answers."
"Do you believe that you have suffered unfairness?"
For the first time, animation electrified their answers of "Yes!". Each and every one of them believed their fate was unfair.
As Pook kept talking to them, a pattern emerged. Each and every one believed in a spiritual law of fairness. Bitterness swelled in them as they recited how "unfair" this or that was. All of them dreamed of the collapse of the "system" where their spiritual law of fairness would "return" the natural order of things.
Adults believe in Fairness like children believe in Santa Clause. Santa Clause is very much a figment of that Fairness. He knows who has been naughty or nice, bestows gifts on the good and coal on the bad. But just as there is no Santa Clause, there is no Fairness Spiritual Law either.
Life never runs smooth. It is a bumpy ride with set-backs as well as uphill struggles and downhill surges. If a person complained that a ride was not "fair" he would be considered mad. The purpose of the ride is the fun of taking different roads, seeing new scenery, and meeting the new people that come in your life. This is the Adventurer which every Human begins as (what we label the 'innocence' of a child) but can easily become corrupted into something else.
What is the opposite of the Adventurer? It is the Vortex. A Vortex is someone who is miserable in life and who complains as a swirl of angst. The nature of the complaint does not matter. It could be about the job, the women, the men, the world, SOMETHING. What happens when you combine many vortexes together? They create a giant Vortex that creates such a sucking sound that, standing near it, you literally begin to think the world is an Evil Place.
[...]
Vortexes are everywhere. It is your job, as the Adventurer, to avoid them. Obstacles in your path are what makes the Adventure fun. The only REAL obstacle is the Vortex who, like Sirens, will suck you towards to the rocks where the masses of shattered lives lay on the beach.
How do you know if you are in a vortex? Here are some signs:
1) Are your conversations about NEGATIVE things that are occurring that is out of your control?
2) Do the people participate in hopes of vomiting their frustration?
3) Is the theme of the conversations revolving around the concept of UNFAIRNESS of some form?
4) When the people talk, do they smile? If not, they are more likely in a Vortex.
The Vortex eats up your valuable energy. Instead of using that energy to ADVENTURE, to discover new and wonderful things, you go in circles in the Vortex. Time passes. And one day, you will simply... stop. Since Fairness will never come, for that would mean Heaven on Earth, the only way out of the Vortex is to die.
Most people in their lives swirl around their vortexes, like the toilets, all their lives.
There are so many Vortexes it would be ridiculous to mention them all. But the most common are political. When we get frustrated in life (which is inevitable), many lose their senses and become drawn to a political 'cause'. When our talents and passions are frustrated, we tend to turn to new 'causes'. This is why children of wealthy people get caught up in political 'causes'. Same with actors and many of the population. Hitler was a frustrated artist first, dictator second.
[...]
Consider these Vortexes to be the Cult of the Fair. All their doubt and anger leads to PRE-MATURE AGING.
"But Pook," cried a woman. "If what you say is true, if that is the Cult of Fairness, then what is the alternative? Who follows the Adventurer?"
"My lady," I replied, "the opposite would be the Cult of the Fantastic. There is no spiritual belief of Fairness in this one. By adopting the mindset of what they WILL do, they live completely and enjoy the bumpy ride. The Fairness Cultists huddle from their rat holes to point, be envious, and hurl moralizations. They condemn the Adventurer for violating the Law of Fairness where they are really condemning themselves."
I then turned to the crowd and said, "You are all done with the Vortex. You will now stop thinking of what you are NOT achieving and, instead, think of what you ARE achieving. This puts you in a mindset looking for opportunities and challenges rather than barriers and obstructions. This simple change of your mindset will remove the detractors and doubters from your life and attract the movers-and-shakers."
And with that, the crowd dispersed for the last time. One person swore that he would find a new job within the next two months. Another swore he would buy that house in six months. Yet, another decided to devote his free time back to his passions and dreams. The Vortex imploded and, they all became adventurers again.
Pook
Labels: adventurer, inner game, pook, vortex
The Century of the Self
Ik zag net het eerste deel van Century of the Self, een BBC-documentaire over hoe mensen psychoanalyse hanteren om een land te manipuleren. Dit deel centreert zich rond de pionier hierin: Edward Bernays. De neef van Sigmund Freud, hij is het die omdat hij de term propaganda te pejoratief achtte om gebruikt te worden op de massa, dan maar een nieuwe term uitvond: public relations.
Hoewel niets nieuws, schrok ik ervan hoeveel tegenwoordige overtuigingen blijkbaar zeer bewust door Bernays zijn gefabriceerd, bijvoorbeeld dat roken onafhankelijk maakt en dat auto's een verlenging zijn van mannelijke seksualiteit.
Kijk, schrik en leer.
Hoewel niets nieuws, schrok ik ervan hoeveel tegenwoordige overtuigingen blijkbaar zeer bewust door Bernays zijn gefabriceerd, bijvoorbeeld dat roken onafhankelijk maakt en dat auto's een verlenging zijn van mannelijke seksualiteit.
Kijk, schrik en leer.
Labels: bbc, bernays, century of the self, freud, manipulatie, massa, psychoanalyse