Listening

Sometimes you don't have to think, you just have to listen. The question is who are you listening to? Can you trust them?

Life seems to be series of choices; choices that make the composite of you. The composite of all the voices you decided to listen to. The people you loved and hated, it matters not since you gave them the attention of observation and feedback to keep them going, and to keep you going.

There are countless voices around us, wanting to be heard. Listening is what makes life a choice. If there is no one listening though, do you speak anyway? Would your own thoughts cease to exist in forms of language, or would it become a universal vibration? When all collapses into the voice which it came from, is that not God?

Expressing yourself is difficult, because language is critical to understanding. If the observer does not communicate in similar terms, the message will be lost, leaving confusion or suppressed for fear of confusion. If there is fear of suppression, there is no expression.

Expression is a double edged sword; both capable of hurting you and helping you. Listen carefully, for your life depends on it.

Don't eat the marshmallow yet

I sit here with my comfy yellow chair and laptop, presented with a marshmallow conveniently placed within fingers reach of my keys. Why might you say? What an awfully good question that would be. I'll let you wait for the answer though, because this lesson boys and girls is about marshmallows. Actually no, its about about many things, but certainly not about marshmallows. Specifically, about DELAYED GRATIFICATION.

Enough play; simmer down. Sit around. I watched a quick TED presentation the other day. A professor at Stanford University had discovered something which he, and others believe this simple test (sink or swim) is the key for success. The test goes as follows - using not rats but our fellow young generation as the guinea pigs this time. These rodents -- er, humans, were placed in a small room with no windows, tables or anything, except for chair to sit on and a marshmallow. They were told to stay in the room for the 15 minutes with the marshmallow, and provided it wasn't in their digestive tract in the time they checked again, they would be given a second marshmallow. Then again it would multiply every time they opened the door in 15 minutes, and soon would have more.

Result? 1 in 5 succeeded for the test for the first 15 minute segment. The others --- we cannot say where it went. Magic? No! They ate it. Terrible.

True for adults and coffee.

So taking this simple expletive, concern yourself and do likewise! I'm not saying test yourself with marshmallows like I am, but it be a good reminder. The Marshmallow is happy with its life, observing the screen; not so much concerned now about the threatened longevity of its positive long life.

The success principle I believe can be taught. Eg. When I was young, i saved the best foods for last on the plate. The logic was that the taste of the better tasting foods stayed after the meal was finished, thought it didn't matter because desert was always after! :) No one told me to do this either, as far as i can remember.

I believe its very important to teach this to our children in small ways though. Although you can only suggest this principle, and its an act of heart to follow through on these little tests, it will cause carefully inflection on their own motives and reasoning.

The follow up of this test was that 100% of the kids who succeeded at this simple test, were successful in their lifes, and in many areas. If you consider that, when i say "many" -- thats strange because usually people are strong in some areas and not in others, but they had well rounded influential lifes.

I would hesitate to say, that if any of you did this test of your children, this certainly would not suggest the path of their future lives. I would say that it would be a good idea to first encourage the importance of delayed gratification.

Thinking about the mechanics of this principle is strange. How simple it is, we could say. But how hard it is! It is true certainly that God does bless this way. To one who has many, more will be given. There are many parables suggesting this, but the easy choice is the parable of the talents. I don't know how to really start on how this works, but lets leave the glory for God.

The most interesting part is the word "gratification" though. We tend to fantasize the magnitude of benefit(s) this "marshmallow metaphor" has for us. Is it really that good? We need to gratify the lack, but how often do we know what is good for us?

The stimulus for sensual pleasure is a fine balance. Its so easy to go over. Hard to go under, unless we tune ourselves precisely to our bodies, which in this case we can substitute the word 'body' for 'holy spirit' being our gauge and guide. My roommate for example is very particular of his food consumption, down to the olive size. I'm sure that has benefit for the stomach. His will overrides his love of the food since he loves olives.

Experiment: Lets remove the word pleasure, for pleasure in a food analogy could easily be referred to as being gluttony, being generically bad. What if we celebrate our blessing of abundance by sharing it to neighbours. By the way, the mana goes bad if you keep it longer then a day anyway. Success! A new form of strange happiness! Exchanged from a personal goal, its now relational. Now, if we did the same test for the trees, or the birds of the field; wait -- here is the connection! ----We can see God in -anything- the more we affect -anything- in a symbiotic way.

So I suppose thats my simplified understanding thus far in written form, only to emphasize the importance of this for all the readers, since many of you are raising or going to raise young ones. Forgive me for calling them rodents. ( All jokes ;)

Now I'm hungry.

Yarn

Look closely; you'll see I'm nothing but a ball of yarn. Unraveled, you'll find the hands weaving me into the tapestry.

Silence

What happens when there is no paper to write on? What happens when we have nothing to project onto? No expressive medium to exonerate, exhaust or exalt from our minds? --- Nothing at all. Is that what we fear? The conclusion that there is no practical method to push causality onto? The fear of nothing at all? Emptiness?

The one who has understood silence is that there cannot be such a thing. Silence like all things has an essence, which cannot be spoken. To the Buddhas, they would say that silence is a rich silence, because it silences our voice and slowly opens the channels of our minds. Channels whose duty is in counsel, not judgement; eternal in vow to intercede for the benefit of us, bound by love. But most of all, we wait upon the holy spirit to undo all errors which we could not correct, and help us see the truth of the all as it reminds us.

The antithesis to all our thesis'. The opposite to all our creations - they all must come down to reveal the creation within the creation. The creator within the creation.

Mirror -- qwuot

"When you look in the mirror and hate what you see, you need addictions to survive. If you don't like the main character in your story, then everything and everyone in it coerces a nightmare. But if you accept yourself 100%, then you trust yourself. And whatever you want to manifest in the world will happen."

-- Don Miguel Ruiz

I am

I am that i am. Am I that I am? That I am, am I? I am not trying to make a foolish statement, but estranged artist who once created a hypnopompic / mild hallucinogenic brainwave altering device created this free form of association with simply the words "I am that I am" and mixing them up. You soon find that you can do this with many phrases to find an alternate and perhaps more practical way of looking at the phrase turned upon itself.

The words are superfluous but humour me for the moment. There is the certainty of "I am that i am". Then we ask ourselves who we are, then declaring who we are and synchronically ask ourselves if we really are just that. This is so beautifully framed to fit our many states of transitional esteems and our environment being the affirmative of our beliefs.

I'm finding this out for myself. As age may not have anything to do with when these questions are asked i hope to shed the light I've found on these matters of identity.

Since a child, we have been set to the close task of observation. Taught simply to do as your told, we are mouthpieces to the pithy maxims repeated generations ago. We under safe guidance have followed thus far to whatever extent we've kept whatever. The point is that by observing, the constant reminder to do as your told without reason -- without "why" will bore our own understanding to the belief that it is in these actions alone that the reward is reaped, mearly by replication; acting. Pretenscious invocation. Soon we find in themselves they hold no yield of reward or treat.

So once we believe that we can be whatever we want, we cloth ourselves with the personality suited for the person; all the plethora of cultural movements and associations stereotyped with our "type". You wear big glasses - suddenly your a nerd in public school, and those stereotypes carry on as we live the parts.

Essentially we are all playing the role of flesh and bone with a consciousness inside which has nothing to do with the body. In that case, everything we project through the senses are interpreted as languages so we can codify it, and program it later. Every movement then becomes a gesture a form of communication naturally then; Unconsciously, subconsciously or consciously. I'd like to call it "forms of expression" for this context since we are seeking to communicate through an open statement or question, "I am" or "Am I?"

The statement "I am" is a proclamation of being. Being does not require form or substance. We are, whether it be in life or in death. It does not require forms of expression to be. We simply are already. It requires no language. It does not require perceiving or projecting oneself. Its a permanent inflection of the self observing qualities of itself - hence when the statement says "i am that I AM. Its a mirror of eternal perfection. This can only be realized though by a state where one can see only oneself. How is that possible? It needs a reflection - where can that reflection come from? We need a form of expression to see qualities which others will observe so they might acknowledge that back to you. That is why we ask "am I?"

It seems the only one who is capable of understanding and fulfilling those words with complete security is God himself when we says "I am that I am" in Exodus 3:14. God is perfect and complete, but only in completion of the atonement, of which we are all a part of being his sons -- all a part of him.

I suppose part of understanding our role is exactly this; God experiencing himself/herself through the sonship, and manifesting oneness through our own free will to unite as perfect reflections of the one God.

The atonement in is basic form is just this; "At - one - ment". Can't spell it our better. Only the holy spirit can help us undo the false associations and images we have given each other. The day will one day come when we will all live as spirit in God's presence. I hope we all be there of the flipside.

Unlimited

The human spirit is more then just flesh and bone. The hybrid of human is of the divine. Even in the word "hu" meaning angelic and "man" shows us our origins are higher then just the elements we are threaded from. Indeed, life is about the realization of just this and learning to unlock all heaven on earth.

I've found that beneath our fears are knots of "selfless expression" for lack of words. Its born out of our lack of esteem for our kind, and thus we suppress our capabilities lower to suffice as a norm perhaps. We fear God; being closer to the realization of his work in us. Prodigal son symptom or something.

Think of your weakest subject. Math. Art. Biology. Multitasking. Memory. Fighting.. i dunno. There are tests to say whether one is better and certain functions then others, and that is not to skew this fact. Discouragement of any kind stunts the growth of an individual. If you could remember the times of how things were surprised without good sound reason you could comprehend, you were less prone to repeat the task if it by association delivered a negative result. I say without sound good reason because how else would we be taught without sharing sound logic of which to build on -- otherwise we'd be reinventing the colour of traffic lights all the time.

The point of this is to say that if you can drop those barriers which discourage you from performing any task, we would all be fluent functional happier people -- I hypothesize. I would go to the extent of saying this same method of realization and release is a simplified, but easy way of saying how to become absolutely unlimited in every way possible, even to the point of freeing the human spirit from the flesh completely.

Attached to Fabricated Experiences

Been reading a lot of material lately related to alternate states of consciousness, and other dimensions on consciousness which we exist in and can be elevated to experiencing on a perhaps lucid or full out awakening to another dimension.

I'd like to quote a segment from a book. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse is where is it taken, and is now on my desktop background.

Slower, he walked along in his thoughts and asked himself: “But what is this, what you have sought to learn from teachings and from teachers, and what they, who have taught you much, were still unable to teach you?” And he found: “It was the self, the purpose and essence of which I sought to learn. It was the self, I wanted to free myself from, which I sought to overcome. But I was not able to overcome it, could only deceive it, could only flee from it, only hide from it. Truly, no thing in this world has kept my thoughts thus busy, as this my very own self, this mystery of me being alive, of me being one and being separated and isolated from all others, of me being Siddhartha! And there is no thing in this world I know less about than about me, about Siddhartha!”

I hope it speaks to you as it did me. I don't even know if i want to write more, since this rather sums up quite neatly the depth of our human experience. Fabricated.

One could say that its hard acting like your human. The natural self of all us is truly spirit. Our minds are the gap between the two end -- body and spirit. The reason why the silence buddhist is such a "rich silence" is because there in the silence of "non-doing" is the undoing of the ego. We slip away into the emptiness of the body, and truly do find the rich space which we finally are able to hear the voice of God, in this rich silence of pure being -- pure being -- "pure having". A buddhist master once said " It is often said, 'Don't just sit there; do something!' We like to say 'Don't just do something; sit there!'" -- I love it.

To leave the rest to you, the last slice; "Your mission is very simple. You are asked to live so as to demonstrate that you are now and he, and I do not chose God's channels wrongly."

Lets wake up to the call. New World, new body, new change.

Are we using our peripherals?

The idea of impressionism, like all art, is a technique of expression. What makes impressionism different is the "impression" and a little "ism" at the end. When you look closely into an IMPRESSIONistic painting, you realize there is nothing more then large gobs of thick matted paint on a crude canvas. Often dull colours are used, and its often messy with too many colours. Often the colours seem unrealistic and saturated, comparatively to others which are often analogous or adjacent on the colour wheel.

Now on the opposite end, when one sees an impressionistic painting as a PAINTing, they realize it is just paint and stop concentrating on the paint, and see the whole picture. Then all the sudden, the blend of seemingly impossible colours blend to such a strange hue, and more then that; there are patterns slowly emerging, as if from nowhere but somewhere banked perhaps in long lost memories -- and then it all makes sense. It was a place, and picture; a meaning. It could not the looked at objectively. It has to be read subjectively.

Do we look at life this same way? Do we only see the present? The current projection? The current perception? The little dots and squiggles on the page? The sloppy paint strokes? Or do we see outside of the little narrow path we commonly see through? Do we see the words on the page? Do we see its message? Do we see the painting? Do we use our peripherals?

Edit: I wrote this not from a singular perspective on art. Its about everything we approach in life. How we perceive it is how we project it. If we are great, we can achieve. If we look at ourselves small, this world will recycle us for jube jubes for the next creature who thinks we look tasty. I am a visual person.

Lack

I've been pondering the insufficiencies of our malnourished minds and came across this thought, fresh and new.

Lately I've been floating the net and becoming aware of a need this new world quenched, before it consumes us. It is all over us -- the need for something we lack. The question I want to pose is whether we are creating something which is causing this lack.

I've discovered recently that we are built to obstruct and overcome the obstacles that we created to get over the damn mess that we created. Sounds weird, but having created one thing, we need then to be accountable for the responsibilities it has; to be a father to our creations. Not so often that happens, so we break them down in a conquering fashion to prove ourselves equal in strength to friend, foe and vacuum cleaner (sorry - had to add the spice).

I suppose i added the vacuum cleaner note for a subconscious reason. The vacuum cleaner i'd like to draw as a comparison to our need to suck up all the useless stuff (which is actually what it does!). We have a lot of junk lying around the house of our minds; the junk which has lost their resemblance and meaning to our lives. I find a lot the stuff we throw out relevant, but useless now because we are shifting too fast into this needy "artsy" and "practical" century which has been steadily increasing since who knows when. Its not that the stuff isn't good and useful, just no one cares to fix it, and theres more room at the dump that nobody sees. Eventually even the vacuum cleaner goes there.

Of the wiser though, I am noticing some characters speaking up to say that we need a new something. A new heaven, a new hero, a new psychedelic, a new social system, a new war -- i dunno what they are saying now, but there needs to be something big, and it needs to come soon before we suffer further our own kind.

This is what i fear it all stems from. There is so much out there; so much to know, experience and believe in. As much our experience is much lived from our central one-person shooter viewpoint, its hard to trust anyone these days without having "put your hands through the holes in Jesus' hands" to believe it. So having been told so much, we, out of necessity have to be very skeptical of the world we perceive out there. Is it really real? And the picture we see is so much apart from us, it is almost folklore and lottery tales to believe it be true. Now we go searching all of our lives so desperately for the truth and find ourselves exhausted and burnt out from our fantasies about the lucky rainbow and whatnot that its almost more convenient to just sit down and enjoy a spot of green grass. Having nothing to believe in then, we resort to grazing grass just like the other animals because we don't know better then what privilege it is to be human. Might as well just make it up from logic, right?

I don't think we are capable as humans to find our way out of this spell we've got ourselves into. Its true, that we do need something to believe in, but there is just too much to recycle anywhere we go -- even if we can chew through this apple-core earth, or our silly stereotypes we see of each other, or ourselves -- its just going to kill ourselves anyway your look at it. We need a hero, and there has been many, but we throw them out as heretics every time.

The need to preserve the teachings of these old teachers is important so that we remain fixed and focused for as long a peace it can afford. I am not saying that peace is of its own token and we need only achieve it for peace sake for pete's sake whoever pete is, (pete's moss!) but that its for the long careful appreciation of something we can sit with and learn to love and accept. It also gives our lives some consistency and stability, home and belonging. I would compare our beliefs and belongings to that of a real person, for they have character, body and potential just the same as you, if you give them the chance to live with you and be a part of you. I think we have a junk club symptom right now rummaging through things when they are no more of value then the value we see in them.

I'm really trying to wrap up this thought, but there is so much potential in just it -- an if you are reading this, im also sorry if this brought you through some sort of deluge, but here is the resurrection: Having no beliefs is easy. It lets you live your life as you see fit. But it will not let you live long since there are too many herbs in the forest yet to try. You can ingest them all. There is something called a snake berry. ---- Having beliefs though is much harder, for you have to stand by them to the point of death other then they are not as so much real as you are. Its like if someone believes in you. Its almost the equivalent or saying "i love you". But even at death though - you must even let those things go though, for not everything can be taken with you. Thats a whole 'nother note.

Hold firm to the thing you know true. Search your heart day by day, having it tested by the truest of friends to see how strong the fire can grow, but having these things planted firm in the ground as you are with the closest friends -- for if you lack one thing, you lack everything.

To sum up - the world is looking for something - we look outside for it - but its not outside - the world is changing too fast - everything seems insufficient - need for consistency - need for structure - what is real - what needs be preserved - beliefs or no beliefs - what will keep you alive - what will keep one whole.

If nothing else works, listen to the song in my playlist called "I need something".

How to love again

I thought i might write this note since the inspiration is coming so desperately, but thus far been unable to express it. Since this is valentines day, it might be the better of times to have written.

Someone yesterday asked me if i was dating someone. If you are reading my blog right now, you have a long history with me, and have known my long history of little and long loves which crumbled like old cookies - the kind of ones you get in PC or no name packages. I guess the butter somehow evaporated. I'll refrain from cheesy (or buttery) comparatives.

I watched a film weeks ago with a friend named "Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind". Their synopsis was something like this : people have a hard time seeing into each other, so eventually we just stop trying. We've had enough of their traumas, burdens and accusations - then fervently swear to give it all up, including the whole experience and memories. Yet of the same token, the same love which first burned so insatiably during the "pregnancy" relationship stage is so strong we write songs and stories about going to great depths and heights to save the other person from harm.

I am just mulling over the fact love can turn so sour. Like a brew unkept, it kills like poison to drink. How is it possible since love is such a pure thing?

Here is my answer to the whole thing is short. Second Corinthians 13 something : Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." From this definition, which is one of the purest i can find, defines qualities which resonate with love. Love is something you know - cannot be told you are, you just know.

Love is diluted through the stages of relationships by the dramas we perform between the ego/spirit confusion. Ex: if someone calls you fat. Any accusation, emotionally or spiritually related, if taken offense to, is not the appropriate reaction since it should be taken with reflection rather then reaction. One offense leads to another, and nobody after a while knows how the war began or what they created. Its just what it is - breeding hate.

I've struggled lately with the idea of leaving someone who would go to tall lengths to commit you to a crime you did not commit, but perhaps they did. So the burden is laid upon your shoulders until it is borne away. Even so, having loved them despite the dust flung in your eyes, and the mess left behind. Even following them to the lengths you would before, even though you know it could very well kill you. The slap on the second cheek thing, but how many times do we do this? Twice is enough sometimes. Forgiving them 77 times 7 times?? Eternally, because its nothing to do with the identity in first place. Love is always there. It can be surpressed, ignored and put away but never lost because its a quality of the spirit, and the spirit is forever pure. Its the reflection of itself which we see. Love is just that.

Btw -- the answer to whether i was dating someone was a serious no with a laugh added to the words "thats the last thing i need right now."

Love again

Love is in strings that tie to you
tuned and strung in perfect accord
once was played and long forgot
how was sang and how was taught

Second revision of my poetic description of love

Why

There is reason for all things
Stop asking and look to the source
Take responsibility
Act accordingly
Since once in a lifetime
You can be the cause

Inspiration from a piece of sharpie graffiti on a painted concrete wall

Love

Love is in the strings that tie to you
playing in such harmony
a song long forgot
how to play
and who played it for you

It opens you up to every emotion possible all at once
and your not sure whether you will implode or explode
and suddenly everything is certain
yet your uncertain of the outcome
so you cry
you smile
You feel sunshine on both sides
inside and outside
above and below
and all the possibilities are so real
you feel alive
free to choose
free to live

This is my 4 year old interpretation of love - written at 23.

Forgettful

I will not forget you
I cannot forget you
I will not forget you
you cannot forget me
cover me up
or barry me alive
This is a burden or blessing
we both must bear
The forgetful mind is not spotless
its a part of you
every movement or mannerism
is character
matched and moulded
by the self
the self you observed
through qualities admired
You once admired them
but now not so sure
but you can hate them
or love them
but it matters not
for they are part of your spotless mind
eternal in bliss
or eternal blue
put back on those pink coloured glasses
and I can be with you
one more time

A quote for "Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind"
A film I just watched, and forever will not forget :)

The State of Clarity

I had this note come to mind last night when i was to tired to sleep. I was wide awake -- nearly 3 in the morning with an idea I could not shake. In this state of enveloping ambition and passion for this idea which captured all my interest to the point where i was not willing to have my mind drop the idea, but kept on developing it while is was still fresh. Then i thought it strange and funny to have this sensation to not sleep -- and how often i've heard other speak of "not being able to fall asleep". I've lived so long now, intoxicated with the dull numbing cheap thrills and sensations of the city, where streetlight replaces stars and cloud pollutes the moon to gleam on our faded fake grass. I've forgotten the clarity of mind that is given when one places all - his love, strength and soul into his task at hand.

I am now also reading an old ancient book which speaks long about a basically elaborated story of the prodigal son -- but said in such great detail gives it more character to believe and sympathize with the boys character. We are all one of those prodigal sons, but which one? Where are we now that we cannot live to our fullest potential, as burning vessels for the creator, like stars so bright that it even sheds its light on other planets, moons and other masses of unlit creations. Why has it been so hard to shine?

My thought is this. The state of being able to think clearly is a matter to be avoided, namely because it puts you at a state of awareness where you see all that there is. You cannot close your eyes and ignore it. It demands responsibility for its presence, or else what you have observed will be no more then a glitch in your system of fading complexity. We have to make sense of it, and so it is better to stay blind; ignorant to the pressing matters at hand. But the state of being aware has its perfect balance where you have an obligation to know more, but knowing that more is in the balanced hands of the creator then could ever be handled by one vessel. So we take awareness in rations -- consuming each individual bite slowly like Frodo and Sam on their trip to Mordor which we know is the end, but having the will at hand to give it all up for the good of all.

I don't know why I write these thoughts when I'm so tired - but they make so much better reading material since they have no structure to a point to be made, but rather a story with a hint of truth in it.

Have a good night..

Thinking

Drawing the line between linear life and the "spiritual life" is different then I thought. The dimensions of the mind are much different then the physical plane we currently commute on. I've been touching on this topic in my dreams lately; the matter is slowly being revealed - the matter being that matter is not matter at in the the way we think of matter itself. The foundation and source of all light and being.

Sounds trippy and mystical eh? Thats what I do. I have no idea what I'm talking about. Does it matter? I'm sure there may be a language to understand this, but soon in time is will be revealed, the same way as one awakes from a dream and understands its meaning in parts and pieces the more he dwells on it, and desires to have its understanding. Not that the understanding is of my own, but our curiosity is meant to be explored with caution of obsession.

Sometimes I fear writing about topics to be honest. I don't write with the assumption that I am exploring grounds with my own intellect. I'm convinced that all that I have comes from higher realms of existence. As far as I'm concerned, our brains and bodies are vegetables compared to the qualities of the mind, which is why I am concerned with thought more then action - because action does not happen by accident but is in direct correlation with the thought and energy put into motion to make such things appear in this dense slow pokey reality. All things seem to come from one source is what I'm saying. God is all, and God is it - but to understand this source in its nature is to understand the nature or "Theology" of God.

Judgement

My sister recently said after one of my notes that "i was thinking too much". To be honest, I scoffed at the thought since liberation I've thought had to do with going beyond the standard of studying and being one step ahead of the crowd. I suppose I also thought that would lead to some form of given leadership, since it is prized these days in the information age to know this and that. But now I understand and agree her comment.

Knowledge is most prized, and wisdom is the qualities that give it life and practicality. Wisdom is also power, and power is wisdom; both perfecting the whole. I found so recently that knowledge is something inside to be sought and revealed in time, but wisdom is from God. I've found this weekend in a very real way that judgement is only Gods. When it is said "judge not, lest ye be judged", there is a no way any exception to that proverb. It is true, and I know it now that you cannot help another through communication on and eye to eye level. Only God can open the heart and mind of a spirit. Our words are vain from an intellectual level, and our intellect will never make us smarter or more wise. If we think healing comes through practical methods of our old ways, we will never be healed as a human generation; perhaps it be on the brink of collapse in many ways. We cannot heal ourselves, but God uses the hands of men to work through and be the wand which can utterly blow this catalyst apart.

Our philosophy as a Country is based upon this foundation of judgement from a soulful perspective. It is flawed though because two blind men will both fall into a hole. Who isn't blind? The few who aren't are acknowledged in secret and have to be found on a friend to friend basis for understanding. I read this earlier and found it rings true.

If one cometh unto thee for council, 
let him speak freely, 
that the thing for which he hath 
come to thee may be done.
If he hesitates to open his heart to thee, 
it is because thou, the judge, doeth the wrong.

The whole of judgement as far as I'm concerned should go as far as this. If one approaches you, they see you do not hold the same burden and want release. You may ask another if you could release that person from a bondage but it is their choice if they want help - whether if they see the lightness in your step or not.

To sum up, judgement of all kinds should be left to God alone, for that is his authority and ability. Having the sight to see aggregates of the mind is a gift acquired, but acting in mind or in flesh to assume beyond that which is seen is forbidden by the proverb given "judge not, lest ye be judged".