Playgroundia

To bees in the honeycomb universe, observation’s only temporarily bound to hive proximity. Still, the distance between flowers, the time it takes to make honeycomb, as well as the space in each hexagonal bee-birthing chamber are described by those who bottle our honey in their language of math.

Still, the ripple moved through the hive where most made a decision; no longer were queen bees bee-bent on forming temporary creations of arrogant clothes wearing consciousness.

In our attempt to 'live forever', our bee-tailored overalls and wide brimmed hats fell off as we realized we were the creators of the hexagon cell.

Then, after many years, we imagined what it would be like to copy our bee brains interpretation and express it in our honeycomb. We knew all the other insects would think we were cool, if not the Supreme Creator Bee.

Bee 101 'In the Bee ginning' - Lessons from the Bee.

Put on your protective gear, and enter X'Tzu's Zoo... where you'll meet your surprisingly well mannered bee tao instructor!

Such topics include:

Bee 101 - IN THE BEE-GINNING

Bee 102 - THE INTRODUCTION OF BE-EGO

Bee 103 - AWAKENING TO THE SOUND OF A HONEY BADGER

Bee 104 - NAVIGATING AN EXPANSIVE MIRRORED HONEYCOMB

Hey, was it a billion years ago or yesterday that we plummeted into this angled, 'sacred' geometry hive?

"A somewhat self-aware Zigzag was heard badmouthing, 'Any-thing called ‘linear’ or ‘cyclical’ is the story of ego time and crooked by nature.'

The Scribbles squabbled, scribing a circular time scrabble, while the snickering dot of ego-thought created more perceptions in dualities jots."

There's a brain potential misconception... so I have to ask you, 'What person using 2% of their brain said we only use 20% of our brain?'

What if the sensations of sound, sight, and all sensations are distracting from the original state?

What if all the talk about 'what we could be' is what we've been conditioned to desire?

What if the attachment to being 'human' is taking you the wrong direction.

Find out the answers.

The soul is simple awareness moving bar to bar. Yet, you don’t need a jar to trap a soul, for the world is its own container, complete in it’s larger, colorful, elemental keg.

It is us that go bump in the dark ; )

So I’m curious… just what are you going to dream about tonight?

Fly through visions and dream with us.

There are thoughts created by frolic, and unexamined thoughts created by failure. The latter shuck n jive us into believing we’re in a prison instead of a playground. To be purposefully in the playground is joy; to be unaware we’ve chosen creates suffering.

Even one sentience embracing the playground is reason enough to keep duality as the recreational theatre we chose to participate in. This experience doesn’t have to be considered another universe. We can rejoice in the knowing it remains forever good and bad, right and wrong, positive and negative, selfish and selfless. When perception’s aware it’s duality-based, experience lands in the playground. With this recognition, it stands outside a billion prisons, listening to those inside yammer about getting out. For if it becomes forgotten, it becomes a cell with you in it.

When you slide into playground soul amnesia, the experience becomes more and more cage-like. If you have both feet in the grounds, you begin to lose your bearing. Seek to have one foot in and one foot out; that way you know what and where you are. From this vantage the flame of creation is wielded, presence is achieved, and the ego stays tame.

In the playground, sandbox mandalas are created. Each appears to dualistic eyes as destroying or modifying the one that came before. The eyes and egos imagine creation and destruction as if they're two separate states (viewed from one wills perspective), when in fact they're actually one.

Here, logic and reason are useful duality-only navigation tools… but they’re still limiting. That’s why we emancipate ourselves through the Theatre of Unlearning, and return to the present by refining timeless awareness within Playgroundia. We know most our thoughts aren’t ours, and choose liberation by placing attention on the timeless moments between. This ignites the Twin Inferno State… the coexistence of soul in duality and spirit of singularity – one foot in and one foot out.

The universal rough stock rodeo was set up by the higher-self, so that it could amuse itself in an infinite amount of smaller-selves riding bulls and beasts. This is where small wills distribute their consciousness until bucked off the Brahma’s back.