Tippaporn

All this typing is getting ridiculous. Why don't we just have a three-way phone conversation and be done with it in a few minutes.

Must of been before your time. You always listen to momma because she's got the rolling pin in her hand and isn't hesitant about using it.

Y'all are jez'a buncha bullies.

I'll commission you to do all the watercolours. That there is only Vol. 1. Can't say how many volumes make up the entire tome 'cause I can't count that high.

Tippers, the bright little boy laying on the couch, eyes closed, meditating. Mother enters the room. Mother [angrily to Tippers]: What da hell is ya doin'? Tippers [sheepishly]: I'm a meditatin', maw, so's I kin alleviate mah pain - foreva. Mah bestes buddy, Sunmaster, tells me it works really good. Sez I'll neva hafta cry agin. Mother: Getcher goddamned ar$e off'a the damn sofa and do somethin' useful, like readin'. Mah foot'll give ya a pain in yer ar$e thet ya can meditate on all the day. And I don't eva wanna see's ya hangin' 'round thet kid agin. He's a badun. Ya hear me?? Tippers [bawling to himself]: Next time ah see's thet Sunmaster ah's a gonna put his nose on the sida of his face!

Naw. How 'bout this: Tippers' Book-Learning Adventures In Consciousness That would tickle the kiddies' imaginations much more. And it would inspire them to read, too.

It's not the colours I'm arguing. It's the tastes. Tippa? Tippers? See the difference now? Here's how you imagine my visage to be . . . Jethro Tull with the title track of their '71 Aqualung label. I expect an upvote from @save the frogs in 1, 2, 3 . . . Sitting on a park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot's running down his nose Greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes Hey, Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Hey, Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Oh, Aqualung Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad As he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet Feeling alone The army's up the road Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod You see, it's only me Do you still remember December's foggy freeze When the ice that clings on to your beard Was screaming agony? And you snatch your rattling last breaths With deep-sea diver sounds And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad As he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet Feeling alone The army's up the road Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod You see, it's only me Me, oh-oh-oh Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod You see, it's only me, yeah Sitting on a park bench Eying little girls with bad intent Snot's running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey, Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Hey, Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Hey, Aqualung Woah, Aqualung

I made the necessary edits to your first rough draft. Including the moral of the story. Just a slight edit but I think you'd agree it's an improvement.

Tippers is preferred. I blame RP for the Tippa moniker that others have picked up on.

Since I was the inspiration for your new children's book I expect royalties. At the least a dedication. To Tippers. I prefer the dedication to be done in ornate, flowing script with script line vectors filling the entire dedication page, swirling around my etched profiled image contained in an oval. That's not asking much, is it? Much easier, I would think, than answering some of my questions.

We never did get a full view of the instrument. It'll just be another mystery of life for us. Add it to the long list.

I see. Creating ones own experience is acceptable only if all we created was only what we wanted in life. The 'sh!t happens' stuff is only and always someone else's fault. And that's the only reason why the idea is rejected. Because people aren't willing to blame themselves for their own miseries. They eagerly take credit, though, for all of the good they create and proudly beam, "See, I created that!!"

No. That's Sunmaster's depiction of me.

That deserves a compliment for being a good sport.

Has anyone run across stereograms? Stereograms are images that seem to be random patterns that don't appear to be anything more. Until one refocuses their eyes and a picture pops out. There are also animated stereograms. There's one of those in the link below of a 2014 music video by a band called Young Rival for their song Black Is Good. It takes a bit of effort to refocus ones eyes but eventually you'll see the images. What I found interesting about stereograms is that they are akin to refocusing ones consciousness. Rather than the change in eye focus revealing the image of a picture or video images a change in the focus of ones consciousness reveals different aspects of reality. Some people have trouble getting the hang of refocusing the eyes to see the actual image of a stereogram. Ditto for refocusing ones consciousness. https://ironicsans.substack.com/p/24-adventures-in-stereograms Tips and tricks to be able to view a stereogram . . . https://www.math.brown.edu/tbanchof/Yale/project14/stviewing.html The trick of refocusing the eyes . . . An example stereogram . . . An animated stereogram . . . (not a bad song, either ) At times I can capture some of the images but I can't yet maintain the necessary focus.

A couple of things . . . One is an obvious contradiction to something you said in your earlier post: ". . . and drive into the sunset." The sunset is behind you, pal!! The other is that you are either high or you're a road hog. You're driving down the center of the road. In a no passing zone no less. I opt for being high since a) your going in the wrong direction, b) you're hogging the road, and c) the look on your face only comes from smoking a lot of weed. I'd keep my eyes on the road if I were you before you get front ended by the Mack truck comin' 'round the curve. At least you wouldn't know what hit ya.

All that we do in life is trying to overcome suffering and to attain fulfillment. Who creates the suffering? I've got an answer for that one. You do. The suffering is a result of adopted poor ideas believed to be true which "just ain't so" and those ideas then manifest as they must in your experience. How is suffering alleviated? I've got an answer for that one, too! Change the ideas which produce suffering to ideas which produce joy. No need to hide behind the skirt of "you are that" and have your higher self remove the suffering for you. [Sunmaster just received a broadside hit in our game of "Battleships." He's taking on water, folks!]

I hope you don't expect me to answer all those questions. 😅 Why did you write that? I can think of several possible ideas behind it. The one that strikes me as most plausible is that you don't have any answers. And so to not have to admit it then the best response is to protest about the sheer number of questions and use the unreasonable 'burden' of that as the reason for then refusing to answer any of them. Another possible explanation is that you're tired of my endless questions.

You're not just interested in saving the frogs, Frogs. You're interested in saving the world, too. Preventing me from becoming popular and "putting out garbage information to confuse people." Sorry, Frogs! You set the shot up for me to take. I couldn't resist scoring a goal. <the crowd cheers>

No, I got it off of Cave's The Red Hand Files website that he runs. https://www.theredhandfiles.com/chatgpt-making-things-faster-and-easier/ Sorry that I never promised to never say a bad word about you, Frogs. Because my mamma always taught me: "Never make a promise that you can't keep." But since you made a promise I can now hold you to it and if you break it you'll never hear the end of it. I swear to God on a Holy Bible.

How come everyone gets Popular Posts except me? Hot chicks pics don't even do the trick. I think it's a conspiracy by y'all to discourage me from posting.

Looks to be a 12-string guitar. Music is never spam.

Why do people feel the need to create so many terms of art rather than use simple, plain English when expressing their conceptualisations? The least they could do is to provide a glossary in the description so that listeners can follow along as a term of art is used but one forgets what it's definition. Maybe the guy has something worthwhile to convey but I simply can't keep up with all of the specialised terminology.

@VincentRJ Sorry to invoke a mention of you, Vince, if it's uninvited and unwanted. I had the impulse to direct this at you and just followed through with it. Here's my message which I've been harping on for as long as I've been here: It is one of the key concepts in understanding this world and what it is. The physical universe as idea construction. What is meant by that? Basically it means that there is nothing which exists in the objective universe which did not first exist as an idea. Now I well imagine that the first idea to pop into ones head to rebut the validity of this concept would be to point to all of the 'dead' matter which comprises the physical universe and ask, "Yeah, well explain how a rock is an idea. Rotsa ruck." Followed by a boisterous laugh at the stupidity. To say that everything is comprised of energy would be acceptable. To say that energy itself is conscious, well, that would be a bridge too far. And I have no expectation of you crossing that bridge. Yet. So I'll leave that aside for the moment and perhaps return to it if one day your find yourself willing to cross that bridge. If we consider only the achievements of man, everything which he has creatively brought to manifestation - works of art, buildings, all of our technology, whatever you can name or point to - all of that began as a non-physical idea residing in subjective reality in the imagination of the mind. All of it. Unless you can name any of man's creations which did not begin as an idea and just magically appeared then I'll assume that you would agree on that point. Hence it is why I've said to you often that the source of the objective world is the subjective world. For that is whence every idea of man comes from. Once one understands that everything is composed of energy, and grants that energy is aware-ized, then the concept becomes fully understood rather than just partially. For the energy which composes the rock is the same energy which composes us. There is no such thing as "live" energy and "dead" energy. It's all the same energy. It's all alive. Ideas are used as building blocks. Ideas do not exist in isolation but are attracted to each other magnetically. And so there are idea constructions from the simple - a widget - to idea constructions of great complexity - a computer. And that is why I also have said more times that I can remember that science, in their quest to uncover the truth, is destined to become dead-ended for as long as they believe that subjective reality's source is objective reality then the truth will always be hidden by that very belief despite the truth having been in plain sight in front of ones very nose all along. Anyway, as I said, the impulse to impart that to you came to me and rather than analyse it and dismiss it I went with it before that happened. Perhaps you'll understand it, perhaps not.

LOL, Frogs. You're teeing up my next post to Sunmaster. It was the first post I started on this morning but I decided to hold off as I wanted to address the "hostilities" which are often generated when world views collide with deadly consequences.