Ra Mahamudra!

Thursday 10:55 p.m.
Normally, on Wednesday afternoon I spend the time getting over whatever annoyance has been engendered by the jobbie, but yesterday I spent the afternoon at the jobbie as well, so this morning my mind is a little less calm than it usually is on a Thursday morning.

My main afflictive emotion is anger, Jack. I think us spam robots had worked that one out, Hotboy!

Whilst trying to calm the mind and cause the anger to abate .... you search for the idea of self in the skandas, the compositional factors of which you are composed. Is it in the name and form; the body? Naw! Is it in the senses, or the sense bases, or the sense awareness? Naw! Is it in the perceptions? They're just that which is perceived. Naw! Is it in the consciousness, or the conciousnesses? Naw.

You can simply go around denying it's existence. You can say: I am not the body. I am not the senses. But this false sense of self is in there somewhere, Jack! Where could it be? Of course, it exists in the mental formations, the ideations which, of course, include volitional impulses.

Suddenly wanting to strangle the numpties at the jobbie might be regarded as a mental formation with a volitional impulse. Of course, the computer could also be regarded as a mental formation. Anyway ...

When you're trying to do the juju and you drift off into thinking and relishing the prospect of mass murder, well, this thought might be regarded as a mental formation.

Tell me it's empty, Jack. It's empty, Hotboy. What might that mean, Jack? It might mean that it, along with everything else you perceive while your head is jammed up your backside, is misapprehended. It might appear to be one thing when in fact it is a composition of a great many things, but mainly powered by that old afflictive emotion: anger. Since it can seem to be a single thing, or a single sequence, this murderous thought, you might ask yourself from whence did it arise and where it is going?

It arises in mind. It abides in mind. It declines in mind.

I think the hinayana maybe just stops with this stuff. It's not looking outside your individual mind at the outside world, but you can see aeons of endeavour spent in doing just that. Dealing with the impurities in your own wee mind.

I've hoped against hope that my wonderful writings would magically take me away from the jobbie, but this seems as unlikely as ever. However, yesterday I applied for another jobbie and if I don't erupt at the interview, I might even attain gainful employment elsewhere. If I don't, I think committing murder would be the best option for me. I could spend the rest of my life in solitary confinement working on the mental formations. What a wonderful jobbie that would be!!

Who would I be murdering, Jack, if there are no sentient beings, if at the end of the day, it's just a lot of old photons? Hotboy, you know what you have to remember, don't you? Yes! Get your retaliation in first! No, compassion and altruism is the basis of the path. Like images seen in a dream; thus must we regard all things! Time to go back to the lobby.