Buddha bear


People have been trying to get me to artificially simulate reality and that seems to be the problem here. Obviously it’s not cool. It takes two – in so many words. To speak the mysterious mind beast. Takes an act of creation so large – you wouldn’t want to get in anyway – if I must be honest. But what do I know. I’m me and that’s not him. I get it. You keep saying I am
Here – which isn’t the case – implying I should simulate harder. Or lie or something. How about I just let go of the string balloon people? No offense. It’s real. I’m not in the instant prayer box. I am not going to keep turning water into wine just so everyone stays comfortable with what already happened. You say – make a forest, make this instant thing like love and fill my eyes with illusion. Get off of me! This parasite only grows. And I am not happy about what’s already transpired. I believe it was my good friend BD who always said, “if you don’t live with reality reality will come and live with you.” Ironic. It’s SO funny, not to be morbid – this ‘wheel of sharp weapons returning thing’. God, this knife is such a bitch! But anyway, the simulation of an artificial reality thing – back to that. It’s not cool guys. Mostly because in reality – I’m not anyone’s bitch – or flyer maker or cook or whatever – you get it. No…you don’t, that’s why I’m laughing so hard it hurts. Literally crying at the f.u. machine. At how perfect perfection is. Revenge? Possibly. I won’t lie. But then again that’s not true. How could I?! I’ve been doing this artificial reality simulation (for the greater good) for what seems like forever – due to the whole be here now scenario/syndrome of absolute idiocy – didn’t say lunatics, said -idiots – yes. Until people receive the wisdom of harsh reality – meaning – light not simulated artificially – they won’t get it, got that? No…probably not. I’ve already created jungles. Forests. Useless talking holy men. It’s all fake. What’s next? How far should we take this? “You’re not as much as you used to be” – is implying – I am less than I could be right now. As well. I am not enough. Hence this reality simulation dilemma…in a vision I saw this stuffed animal bending over and I’m thinking, “that’s good that says it all – take it up the ass Buddha bear.” You’re able to do other things, but you won’t even try. So do what you do, it’s your stuffed ass – holy one – do you get it? It’s in the composition. I’m honored…you have no idea what I’m talking about – so I say what I want –  because it doesn’t fucking matter! It’s my retaliation invention! You can’t stop a cyclone for example – they bend and disappear eventually right…or so you thought. No. The terms and conditions are otherwise my little excited ballerina. It’s about basic suspension which can even take place in the garage. Yes it’s tiring. Don’t call me with your question if you really want the answers – is what this means. I’ve been there, it’s not coming back. You don’t know me very well…Buddha bear. Sharada Devi

14 thoughts on “Buddha bear”

  1. I don’t know you. Who am I? Just ridding my own life of the Parasites. I pray because somehow it makes me feel better. And when things happen after I pray that feed my illusion, I somehow feel powerful. And that is a disease of sorts coming from the Parasite. So the circle of madness continues. Why can’t I just be happy??

      1. HAHA


        “What is FREE?” The exited ballerina asks. She really does not want to know….SO please…DO NOT ANSWER. It is easier to stay in the illusion.

        Thing is, WHAT YOU SAY matters A LOT. The point is there is no hope in what you say…and that IS the matter.

        1. Brett,
          I hope you do come! It’s June 19-24.
          We can work it out. And of course,
          get your shit together! ❤️

          1. Thank you Sharada Devi
            I felt scattered from traveling so much recently and wanted to find a city to stay in for a year; I’ll be going to Burlington, Vt. mid June.
            A part of me will be at the retreat anyway:)
            -brett 🥁🎹

  2. suspension of disbelief
    or harsh reality
    either floating like a butterfly
    or stinging like a bee
    ladies and gentlemen
    step up and choose your own personal weapon
    of ‘self’ destruction
    would you rather be blinded by the light,
    blazing fast like a shooting star
    or slowly linger
    eyes glazed over
    counting out your heartbeats with the pulse of your middle finger
    The Shell Game for eternity sounds torturous to me.
    “If you don’t know where you’re going, it don’t matter which road you take”
    For me, spontaneous laughter is one of the purest forms of healing
    but what do i know…
    it just feels like one way or another this darkness has got to give

    1. laughing opens the heart and releases endorphins. It also keeps one from the
      brink of total madness…when the clamps
      get too tight and the pressure too extreme.
      Laughing is the way of brilliance.

  3. I grew up on spontaneous laughter. Really! My family would crack up at the weirdest things. Something would trigger something else…and then we could laugh with tears for a long time…and then try to figure out who/what started it. I still laugh a lot. When John and I met, he thought I was a bit mad because I would have spontaneous outbursts (and not be able to stop…and my laughter would be so funny it would continue so long my face and stomach hurt). Seriously. I don’t hold much back….(same thing with crying) sometimes I feel like I am a puppy. While I was in the Navy, I had to hold so much back to be “tough” as steel. I think I am making up for those 25 years. HAHAHA….Laughing out loud….

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