bladan

Why doesn't M sack 001, 002, 003, 004, 005, 006, 008 and 009? Only 007 always wins in the end and gets the girl.

Yes LSD exists but so does everything else, and that's who we really are. I am the walrus. So are you and so are Napoleon, Julius Caesar and dinosaurs, Idi Amin, hookworms, cheetahs, Bugs Bunny, Tutankhamon, Sirius, Adolf Hitler, Betelgeuze, Saturn, the dodo, the plague, King Kong, flying saucers, Joseph Mengele, Robert Louis Stevenson, my bottle of rum, the old bitch who poisoned my cat when I was 11. I am that cat too. I am also Humpty Dumpty. I am Ötzi. I am the viper which I killed 20 years ago. We're One. We're the Eternal Living Being that Plato wrote about. Prove me that I'm wrong. You'll fail. So did Charlemagne. I did it. I am Charlemagne. I am Phantom. I am Goofy. I am a Chinese pimp who died 100 years ago because of opium poisoning. I am the Red Baron. I am Friedrich Nietzsche. There's no bladan. We're all one. Let's get rid of our fallen ego-consciousness and join together. Then paradise will be ours. It is already ours because time is an illusion. So everything's just fine.

Physicists have known for decades that there is no moon when nobody looks. A scientific fact.

There's no you and there's no Bladan. Bladan is Manitou, the great omnipresent spirit. Bladan is Tao. Bladan is Spinoza's God in which Einstein believed. All we have ever had, or ever can have, are experiences in Brahman's mind. We experience space and time and physical bodies and bills and back pain and Donald Trump and Kim Kardashian and climate change only because the mind is divided from singularity to plurality. The same illusion is produced in a gallery of mirrors. Or in the library that I saw in a dream. We are not a collection of breaking mirrors or rotting books. We are One. We are the quantum tetrahedron. We are the trinity. We are Batman, Robin and the Catwoman. We are Lucy in the sky with kaleidoscope diamonds and marmalade eyes.

Yeah, sure... try to make money fast before you die. But actually there are no books and internet providers and money and time and death. Besides, I can't sing

No there isn't. Publishers accept only boring murder mysteries and books about sports heroes and other celebrities. And poor bladan can't write. In heart he is a musician. Right now bladan is listening to renaissance polyphony. Besides, in "his country" (and "elsewhere") no spiritual, philosophical or in any way meaningful books are being published. Bad times, same bad time on same bad channel!

What 300 years? No such thing. Time is an illusion. I didn't say that first. Einstein did. In his final years he realized that his relativity theory correctly describes Maya of the Hindus, the universe that isn't real. Only quantum physics describes Brahman, the real universe. Einstein's theory describes the illusion of space and time in perfect detail. There's no space around us. Scifi writer Philip K. Dick wrote of his stories: "In my writing I even question the universe; I wonder out loud if it is real, and I wonder out loud if all of us are real." So time isn't real, the universe isn't real, none of us are real and death isn't real because only real beings can become unreal by death. You are the immortal metaphysical walrus. So am I. A long "time" ago I did some stupid beginner's experiments to figure out my existence. Not even that. I think I was just watching the 1994 World Cup, in my usual way, dumb as a duck. Ronaldo (not Christian) and Bebinho. Then I saw a dream. I was in a library in which there were wall paintings. They described history and were in serious need of cleaning. So I started to clean them like Mr Bean in that movie. To my horror they started to came off and I woke up. You see, we are Brahman, the library. The walrus. You are not a cartoon, a real, deteriorating wall painting moving in real Einsteinian time. You aren't Mr Bean. There's no time. I would like to write a book but there's no market because everyone is interested only in the latest smartphone, football, stock market, the personal pension plan, our pursuit to survive three weeks longer than the others, cheating "the others" and celebrity gossip and the Royal (UK) Family. Now wasn't that Diana's death really tragic... What I am trying to say is that I am the Walrus. Come together as the Beatles. Join together as the Who. Who am I? asked Ramana Maharshi. The only possible answer is: I am he as you are he as you are me And we are all together... When we are all together, all that remains is the everlasting 1967 Summer of Love. I am Sgt Pepper. 1967 (1+9+6+7) sums up to 23 which is the Pythagorean master number of all numbers. In the Kabbalah 23 is the number of Jesus and Jesus is love. It was no accident that The Beatles came from Liverpool which means literally "The Pool of Life" since liver ("lifer, the one who sustains life") is traditionally considered the organ of life. Ringo first drummed with the Beatles on 22 February 1962 when all seven classical planets (stars e.g. starrs, or ringo starrs) were the first time in 2000 years in conjunction in Aquarius. Remember. 1967 was the time of the Aquarius (Hair). C.G:Jung had once a vivid dream in which he visited Liverpool and understood that Liverpool is the pool of life. Years later Jung experienced a marvellous NDE on 4/4/1944 (please notice the four 4's) What you can do is to wear a white T-shirt with number 23 printed on big red letters. According to Pythagoras, everything is number. Read the news. We are currently fighting a war against ourselves i.e. the Self. We are going to win and the Fantastic Four will again be the One as before the illusory Big Bang. The 4 will be as 1. (You won't believe this but my current street address is Malt Street 4 as 1. That must mean something. The Beatles symbolized the four classical grains (rye, barley, wheat and oats), e.g. the four interactions of physics (electromagnetism, gravity, weak and strong interaction) which were separated in the illusion of Big Bang. They are now germinating and will be again The One. We will no longer be pop corn that exploded in the Big Bang. We will be unpopped corn.) Malt is germinated cereal grains that have been dried in a process known as "malting". All of us have been dried in a process known as "malting". Now let's come together and make the ultimate whisky that never runs out!

So three interesting women in the sixties then hardly none for 1000000000 men. Nice. I recently visited the Heathrow airport they were all... you know. I tried to escape the reality by cigarettes but I couldn't find any. I was almost arrested. Dead tired, I went crazy and took off my T-shirt. A black officer told me to sit down and the woman laughed.

Bacardi cartanegra dark rum from puerto rico. Although I no more like it because it is diluted water to me. I challenge you all: prove me that you aren't the walrus. I can beat you all. Ask anything. My IQ is 254 which is by far the highest one ever recorded. I am 47 % smarter than Leonardo da Vinci ever was. So are you Charon, let's Vulcan mind ment. I love you, I mean in the platonic way. I hate your body but I love your female mind. Have you ever read the story of the soul from the gnostic gospels? The ultimate truth is that we're all female lesbians. That's all folks! I am Spock. Thus spock Zarathustra. Amen! P.S. to charon: I prefer the plantanegra whiterum. No more bacardi. Any white is the gnostic light which saves you. Read Nag Hammadi

Very funny.My Englshit is not purrfect but the main point is that you are me and so is my cat and we are the walrus. I can really prove this, I am the next Einstein and I am the 2nd coming So are you! Good news! I am not a substitute, I am the who. As everyone knows, the British suffer from a lack of genetic variation and inner breeding. They all look prince charles and benny hill, even women. Especially women. Has a British woman ever won an international beauty contest? No! My state-of-the-art scientific quantum theory explains the whole thing. I can help you Britons or whatever you call me Charon, thanks! I love you too because you are me and I love myself. We really are the walrus.

You do know. You know the song that says "I am he as you are he as you are me And we are all together" This is pure Buddhism and Veda. We are the walrus! The deathless one. Thus there is no death. Actually I can prove this scientifically if you pay my rum. We are the quantum trinity. I hold a MSc

Has it ever been defined on this forum what is death, is there death and if there is, who is the one who dies?

I think this forum exists only because death scares most people shitless. They have no clue about what death means and what is the real nature of their existence. My hypothesis is that everyone here (expect me because I don't own a TV) is brain damaged by emmerdale and coronation street. In Europe the main source of such evil is the UK. Thanks to Emilio Bacardi, I can see through this shit.

Very good indeed

Matti Puurtinen has died at 68. He composed Finland's 1989 Eurovision entry placing 7th and 1993 entry placing 17th.

I have no idea, I'm too busy sipping rum at 8 AM. Cheers!

Arrest the butler

Never skydive on Friday the 13th https://www.reuters.com/article/us-australia-skydivers/three-skydivers-die-after-suspected-mid-air-collision-in-australia-idUSKBN1CI0WX

God, the Supreme Architect of the universe, has died aged 0 at the Big Bang. RIP https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Europe_a_Prophecy,_copy_D,_object_1_(Bentley_1,_Erdman_i,_Keynes_i)_British_Museum.jpg

I confuse them with The Seekers.

What if he did Elvis. Tired of show business, he faked his death

Bob Seger,72, has been forced to postpone all 19 dates of his 2017 Runaway Train tour due to an "urgent medical issue."

They'd better beware of the Grim Reaper!

Curse of the Traveling Wilburys strikes again! Orbison and Harrison are dead too.