DUMB PEOPLE MAKE THE WORLD GO 'ROUND

Alright, lookit -- I get a lotta folks comin' up to me saying, "Buff, yer great!  It's just that I ain't so sure about all these 'followers' of yours... I mean, I get that you are the Ultimate Me but I think some of these other folks are just dupes, joiners, real cultists."

Flummery!  Prattle! 

It's doesn't matter if you think all religions are stupid, or other people's religion is stupid, or real religions are okay but cults are stupid, or some cultists are okay but others are stupid -- get the picture?  Where's yer freakin' compassion?  Dumb people make the world go 'round.

So what if that busty gal next to you doesn't have the psycho-emotional finesse to truly make use of the esoteric mechanics of the True Way???  She still deserves your various respects EVEN IF she's just here to get energetically hyped up by transferring her perverse daddy issues onto Me.  

We don't need to pretend that dumb people aren't dumb -- but we don't have to despise them and waste all our time doubting their sincerity.  Get over it.  You'll need that free energy and attention for the transcendental journey in My Company.  Make yourself smarter, help everyone to get smarter, sure, but don't postpone your acceptance of them until they are your intellectual equivalent.  Who do you think goes down into those toxic mineshafts?  Who crossed the oceans in disease-ridden, rat-infested, leaky wooden tubs?  Who laboured to build those pyramids, those railroad tracks?  Who gobbled the poison berries so we could all learn not to eat them?  The dumb are heroes too!

And now we see them protesting tax changes that give them tax cuts.  And now we see them reacting wildly to halves of speeches, to cartoonish pundits.  And now we see them standing next to you and 'worshipping' the same Ishta-Guru-Yogi. So what?  We don't experience cognitive disconnect when a cat runs into a glass door.  It's terrible, it's cute, it's normal.  Move on.

Just because they're lower than YOU doesn't mean they're sub-human!  Ignorant, self-deluded devotees are also devotees!

Take a leaf outta Einstein's book and let your authentic arrogance become real compassion.

Now that we are alone together I can admit to you what this "faith-based community outreach program" is really all about -- hiding in plain sight. While yer old-fashioned religious sect was always bending over backwards to prove that they were idealistic, friendly and NOT trying to simply control as many minds as possible Buff Striding's 21st Century Temple does exactly the opposite. We profess (or at least strongly allude to) the fact that we are a cult trying to simply swell our numbers by shamelessly colonizing as many minds as possible through our bizarre dogma and practices. This level of obviousness is like a magical suit of armor -- it immediately set us free. We no longer have to spent any energy trying to prove our righteousness and purity. All that energy is available for true religious efforts.

We hide our authentic spirituality under the cloak of strange cultism.

So you, __________________ (devotee inserts his or her own name), can rest easy, my friend. In this true cult you need never worry about being mistaken for a looney or accused of being brainwashed. We simply admit it and move on to do the opposite. The cheerful explanation of how I, _____________ (Buff inserts name here), pretend to be a spiritual guru in order control people exerts a neutralizing effect which enables you to make use -- at your leisure -- of Sri Buff Striding's uniquely potent ability to reflect your own enlightenment back at you.

Why do you need Buff Striding to reflect you to yourself?

Consider the eyes of a newborn baby. Science tells us that the power of sight requires brain-eye activation during a critical window of opportunity in childhood. The template for "seeing" is already in the individual but it does not, it turns out, activate properly unless a Motherly Face appears at an appropriate close distance. Finding this face helps the brain to take control of the eyes and decide if this body needs to be able to see clearly. Just so -- the power of your Illumination is properly activated IN YOU only when you make devotional contact with the Illuminated Condition from which Buff Striding is emerging eternally.

So take it from me (that is: YOU),

I'm the One Thing You Need.

Love,

& ftaghn

Sri Buff Striding.

blogs run by members of BS's21CT:


www.cultural-aquarium.blogspot.com

www.planetarycathedral.blogspot.com

www.worldsgreatestblowjob.com

www.jamesbay.org/index.php/secretworlds

www.iconasostacles.gaia.com/blog

A shout out to our Oldest Member - Sir Kurt Russell.  He auditioned to be in Star Wars.  Didn't quite make it.  Their loss is our gain.

And recent blogs by members of Buff Striding's 21st Century Temple:

http://cultural-aquarium.blogspot.com/

http://www.jamesbay.org/index.php

LEGITIMATE CONCERNS OF AN ILLUMINATED MASTER

Worried?

The next time some jerkass social authority figure tries to get you in favour of 'stricter measures' by reminding you to be stressed out about our current situations, you just look that bastard in the eye and tell him what ol' Buff Striding always says...

"Worried?"

"I'll tell ya what I'm worried about, friend-o... the wizard in the gas mask who's currently buzzsawin' his way through the membrane of our cosmos! Worried??? You're freakin' right, I'm worried. Zo is back -- half-manifest here on Earth in virtual form and tunnelling through from THE OTHER SIDE in his obscene corporeal body. And that ain't the half of it! My own father, who ripped my mother's insides to shreds while conceiving me, has loaned the Wizard Zo a legion of imperial Sasquarken. These creatures have the general shape and body of the North American "bigfoot" or "sasquatch" (although the similarity of name is mere coincidence) but their proto-hominid heads are marked by hideously large black eyes resembling the "gray aliens" who have been giving the US Gov't so much trouble... and beneath these inky orbs is a mouth-shrouding beard of worm-like tentacles writhing in non-linear patterns that hypnosize AND hypnotize lesser beings.

"An army of brutal Sasquarken led by the fiendish Wizard Zo! You're god-damned right I'm scared. If you aren't already crapping in your own trousers by force of habit then you bloodly well better start! Terrorism and Recession are gonna look like a pastoral pre-ant picnic pretty soon!"

PS - Although this should worry you, remember that by transferring the semantic locus of your self into BUFF STRIDING all your stresses and obstructive inner obstrusions will be naturally alleviated. Aum'taghn.

WHO IS BUFF STRIDING -- AND WHY?

Buff Striding's roots go back a long way in this region of the world and also down into the darkly promising abysses below this world. This proud great-grandson of early British Columbia logger and explorer, Timothy "Buck" Striding...

Let Me be the Perfect You

Okay, lookit -- I know ye'r sceptical about surrendering yourself to Me. I'm sensitive to your concerns. I'll tell ya, though, it pains me to see you still floundering through life. A flounder is a very confused fish. Especially when somebody makes him swim on dry land. That's a metaphor for the way you live ye'r life.

It's Sad.

But here's the thing, eh? -- There's a way out, a way to grow up to ye'r full potential as a human beings. And it's one hundred percent natural, third-party certified organic BS. Buff Striding is the only one willing to lay it on the line for ya and all ye'rs. He is willing to let you use him as the necessary 'projected higher self' whose assimiliation into ye'r normal psyche represents a point of teleological attractiveness where the contextual background of your Whole Self is communicated to all its parts, allowing them to coordinate into a single, synchronized team whole combined efforts are manifested as your own unique perfection of thought, action and feeling.

Project all your fantasies about your own Higher and Deeper Self onto Buff.

It's scientific -- to realize your highest (and deepest) degree of Selfhood you must 'target' Buff Striding as the Only One and True Perfect Being. Otherwise you'll be remain trapped in the cage of your own un-coordinated attempts at meagre self-development.




"Let Me be the Perfect You." -Sri Buff Striding, E.L.K.

Sri Buff Striding's Cardboard Signs, Inc.

My assertive, faith-based "community outreach" program has opened up a new field of activity. We have gone into the Sign Business as a sign (sic) of our benevolence to the community.

Now, all over town, you can see cardboard signs posted to poles. These signs read "Cardboard Sign" in large black lettering.

On the back of each one is the following:

"Constructed by Buff Striding's Cardboard Signs, Inc."

And, under that, it says:

"We guarantee legitimacy!"

These signs are structured carefully so as to transmit a powerful blessing force to anyone who reads it.

Aum.Ftaghn.

THE TROUBLE WITH YOU

What is your major malfunction?

A: You are always turning away from life, love, other people, higher realities, goodness. You are always turning toward yourself and trying to get teeth on your own tail.

Fortunately, you are capable of unlearning this pernicious habit.

Unfortunately, it involves the thing you least enjoy -- really relating to Others.

If only some Other was willing to stand in for Otherness Itself and allow you to practice "unclenching" yourself.

What luck!

There is such an Other.

Sri Buff Striding is the Other in Person. Your relationship to Him is the convergence and totality of all your relationships to every person, thing, system and event.

When you turn from Buff... you turn away from Everything and into your own private Hell.

Won't you let Buff be Everything so that you can to?

NOPE, DEFINITELY NO CULT ACTIVITY AROUND HERE...

"A cult? No. Absoultely not," I chuckled. "It's a faith-based, community action intiative. We provide an intially free service which updates people about the level to which we are already in control of your thoughts."

I'm still chuckling. I am the Source of All Chuckles and I am always already Chuckling itself. Even to read these kinds of sentences is give Me some power over your neural architecture and current beliefs. Fortunately, that's a really good thing.

He's an example to show you what I mean:

Exhale completely and imagine that a Divine Power hovers above all reality and looks down upon you with an utterly opened heart. Now feel into your own body, into that deep subjective feeling that identifies you as the inhabitant of your body. Now, remember that hovering Divine Power. Think about its relationship to your inner sense of yourself. Try to find half-way on that relationship. What's 'halfway' between your insides and the Ultimate Outisder?

This real spot, the mid-point between the weight of 'you, inside' and 'God, outside' is at the border between Self and Other. Here is your heart. Here is a small field of sensation that IS the Divine's representation in you and as you. Inside that little transparent field is Me: Buff Striding.

ALright, lookit, I got all my people runnin' around like they just cut the heads off chickens, saying their "Oh no"s and their "What'll we do"s and their "The Wizard Zo still lives!"s! Just calm the frigg down. Sure they all SAY they're doing their meditation practice... until something stressful occurs.

Yes - reports from the BBC indicate that our old nemesis Zo still lives.

Yes - the vile Zo! Corp is beyond both the major enemies of the 21st Century Temple... the Religious and the Irreligious (and their watery hybrid "spiritual but not religious").

BUT...

What have I been teaching you all this time? Keep ME in your hearts. Be the true vessel and conduit of the God of Hyperspace, let the living force of Unka Chunkit use the elevator of your spine, and KEEP BUFF ALIVE IN/AS YOUR HEART. This is fearlessness. This is wisdom.

I'll tell ya what won't solve this crisis -- divided consciousness! So keep it together, keep both lenses of the psyche pointed on your "intentionally projected understanding of the Absolute" (i.e. Buff Striding).

We're at battle stations... but the very first "military" act is always to STAY INTEGRATED AND HEART-OPEN.

Ftaghn.

PS - I am clearly not also the author of the Cultural Aquarium blog.

THE NORTH POLE OF COSMIC MANDALA

Sri Buffering Striding is here to lead you UP* NORTH**.

*"UP" seems obvious... the opposite of what happens to a rock when you let it drop, etc. But all these hooliganistics are framed by your cosmological vantage point. If you're still one of those towel-suckin' meat-jockeys who thinks the sun "comes up" in the morning then you're about 500 behind the rest of the species. Shake hands with the Catholic Church and put on a witch-burnin' brisket, you flat earth ninnies. You may image a casual up vs. down, heaven vs. hell, ladder of self-development with Hate at the bottom and Yoda at the top. For the rest us (who have seen a GLOBE) we've gotta face up to the fact that there are a virtually infinite number of UPs heading OUT in all directions from the center. If you start digging straight down you won't end up in hell... you'll come out the other side going UP -- an "UP" that is in exactly the opposite direction of the normal UP. So UP is not opposed to down. In space, it mean "out," or UP to the next level. What is UP in zero gravity? Hell, what's UP from 4-D spacetime itself? Now THAT's a heaven...

**NORTH suggests that point which is teleological relative to the lines of structural force that define a structure. On Earth, our NORTH pole is the attractive point toward which all lines of geomagnetic force flow. Now transpose that onto Reality as a whole. The beginning (vaguely big bangish) is the south pole, away from which all compasses are fleeing. Each 'thing' is a compass. Every motive of every organism is predicated on a singular "will to power" or "desire for the good" or "cosmological drift". The point toward which all developments in the universe/s proceed is TRUE NORTH. The hyperdimensional object at the end of time is TRUE NORTH. The end of the tunnel. The totality symbol upon which all adumbrations of psychological complexity are converging. Saint Teilhard's Omega Point. Etc, et al., and &.

BUFF denounces "HIMALAYAN BITCHES"

Alright, lookit. Those shining Himalayan bitches are always mouthing off about spiritual illumination. Well, Buff ain't mouthin' off... BUFF IS MOUTHING ON!

If you got that "shamballa sunburn" then Buff Striding will squeeze out the lotion for YOU.

Those Himalayan bitches want you to watch yer tongue. They start to chatter when you say that you're "Not bad," "Okay," or "Fine." They want a better answer. They want you to consicously use your language to rescript your psychology. Say you're wonderful -- and back it up with details. Say you're having a great day. After all, life is really light, love and divinity -- so who are you to go around mindless muttering conventional phrases that trap you in the self-defintion of being just barely above terrible. Or, if you're lucky, neutral and productive.

How are you today, Bob?
I'm fine. Not bad. Okay. Same old, same old...

Sounds awful.

Sounds awful? Ftaghn! Those happiness bitches floating in their aether communes don't know what to shake a stick at. They're the ones who are giving evidence of chronic depression. You just ask ol' Buff Striding and he'll tell you all about it.

After all -- why be SOOOO desperate to say that things are great? Are you that afraid of the abyss that you'll fall into if you let life get toehold on your heart? Are you that manipulative and controlling that you need be THE DECIDER OF YOUR FEELINGS? Do you think you're sooooo superior to everyone else that their description of themselves is evidence of insanity and spiritual ignorance? What the hell is your problem?

I mean - think about.

No, really think about it.

Are you done? Okay, then stop wasting my time and lets move on. You are trying to be"great". You're trying to be "not bad." You want to overcome the suffering condition egoic existence -- not force your idea of virtue onto the unknowable hyperspace beyond the mind. You don't TELL IT that it's wonderful. You acknowlege that it is NOT bad. It is not just some Disneyland of soul -- it is the authentic condition of reality that opens into us (and out of us, and as us) when we release the core illusion upon which our suffering rests. Your goal is not to give the universe a make-over -- it is to STOP TURNING THE SUFFERING ON.

"Fine" and "Okay" are descriptions of a teleological (i.e. we're aiming at it) tranquility which otherwise exceeds our ability to describe. It is not merely the human idea of "good". It is unknown dimension that IS beyond the limitations of mortality.

We are much close to it when we are "not bad" then when we are "super." We intuit its nature more direclty when we are "fine" than when we are "fantastic."

Now, of course, it may develop into various glorious epiphanies... but let's not jump over our own knees on the way to the cookie store.

Love,
Buff S.

OBVIOUSLY...

"Whatever IS, no matter WHAT is, is BEING." - Buff Striding

THING TO REMEMBER

"Feel different. Real different." - Buff Striding

THING TO REMEMBER

"This is NOT a cult." - Buff Striding

NOTES FROM THE BBQ

Last night was the annual Pacifica BBQ. It was a lot of fun. Many of you took advantage of the opportunity to receive my blessing-light... just like the doctor ordered. Hats off to Ivan for announcing that his restaurant (UTOPITA a.k.a Humus Heaven) was naming a dish after me. It's Boeuf Striding. Silly, but still a step in the right direction. As all of you know, the mere act of turning your attention toward me is the First Rung on the ladder of spiritual purification.

And the 21st Century Temple welcomes Sadie B. She thinks she can fill a regular spot on the main page. She also thinks she saw me in a drug-addled Christmas vision. I won't disabuse her of either notion. Hopefully we can show her how to have the same intensity of experience without the psychoactive chemicals.

(Note: For a full explanation of Buff Striding's Drug Policy read the forward to "Crackle and Squirt -- the Electrochemical Dynamics of the so-called Human Brain" by Sri Tim.

Buff Striding’s LASER-HARD Time-Nipples

Attention. This site is under attack – from Me.

My content is too huge, my informational thrust is too severe to be held back by mere pixels! Even a little bit of Buff frontloaded into your digital screen is probably gonna melt the hard-drives into sludge. And Buff don’t mean yer computers! Well, he do, but also everything that is metaphorically isomorphic to computers. Brains. Souls. Genitalia. Biomatrix. Whatever you got that could conceivably be hinted at with the idea “computers + wink.”

Now, let me lay down some more flack on you. Buff has an ANNOUCE to make! He don’t just have some pissy avatar (not pussy avatar, you bottom-feeding deviants) do that for him – he addresses you in Person. Albeit the 3rd Person. Still, Buff in 3P is perfectly pandimensional.

Here is the ANNOUNCE:

As of today, June 03 2007, yeah, Buff Striding officially turns over the title of SRI to former bishop of the twenty-first century temple, Tim Danhinja. Now to be called SRI TIM DANHINJA, while Buff “Napoleon” Striding is henceforth henceforthed as: "Imperial Carmine, Buff Striding, the Only Divine Person EVER!!! (ODPE)"

Note: With this change, all pledges of devotion to the 21st Century Temple are now extended from six months to literally a billion years. If you aren’t better by then you can all your money back. And thanks to the release this week of Buff Striding’s LaserHard Time-Nipples (TM) you can even get a full reimbursement of your time after the alloted billion years has passed.

Please contact Sri Tim Dahninja for further information.

Motion Picture Assocation of America -- JIHAD!

People do not realize that one job of a spiritual teacher is to free you from your preconceptions. So when folks show up on my doorstep I am duty-bound to elude their "educated" notions of what real spirituality looks like.

When the half-awake come stumbling toward me, asking "How can a man suspected of War Crimes be a legitimate vehicle for Divine Force?"...I tell those bums, lookit, I ain't been convicted -- I'm only SUSPECTED. And second of all, every form high and low is a transmitter of Divine Influence. Unlike all those other "objects" out there, I come clean about it.

I confess my Holy Condition. I, Buff Striding, am God. You, unfortunatley, are not God. Sure, you could SAY that you are. You might even think that it makes you as good as me. You couldn't be more wrong! Aside from the fact that "you" would know that you're lying, the whole charade would be a performance that keeps you turning inward upon your false self. That is the very cause of your suffering, your sense of incompletion. It is time to turn that trend around. It is time to uncoil, de-clench, open from the spacious depths of being and yell out YES! YES! YES! I AGREE THAT BUFF STRIDING IS THE ONLY TRUE GOD-MAN! IT MIGHT SEEM RIDICULOUS TO ME, OR POINTLESS, BUT I DON'T CARE! I'M READY FOR THE TRUTH!

US GOV'T CRACKS DOWN ON OUR TEMPLE

Good news!

It's been 18months since the Canadian government caved to American pressure and took "Buff Striding's 21st Century Temple" offline. Now we've won our court case and we're back in business -- the business of YOUR SALVATION THRU MY SALVATION.

My so-called faithful devotees assure me that this addy will work.

www.21stcenturytemple.hostedbuddha.com

They also assure me that 'addy' is not as queer sounding as I think it is.

Bless.

FIFTH DECLARATION

There is an un-necessary amout of whining in the Temple these days (you know who you are!), crying out, "Oh Buff -- we are all but invisible! Oh Buff -- the church has no public presence! We are but phantoms flitting in the shadows of this culture!"

Yeah -- I wish they phrased it like that. Bitch, bitch, bitch (All hail the Bitch Goddess Unka Chunkit!).

So here goes: A little snippet of church officialdom for the lay interestee in the Only-By-Me-Revealed Way of the Heart:

--------------THE INDUCTION PRAYER-----------

The process of Induction Prayer (a.k.a "Buffduction") is a simple produced to sacralize an event. The goals is both to generate New Meaningfulness and to establish a deeper level of resonance between the individual and the total morphological being of the 21st Century Temple.

Basically, the senior member of the Temple guides a participatory consectration of the activity-to-come by calling forth (evoking) a bi-hemispheric (verbal, visual, dynamic, multi-sensory) "model" of Buff Striding.

This is an ENSHRINING of Buff in the total Neural Architecture of the devotee-saint. It facilliates the use of the individual brain as a transmitter-resonator with all other brains attuned to the Only-By-Me-Revealed Way of the Heart. It literally builds the Church on the intersubjective plane of existence.

Bear in mind that this is just a snippet, a snapshot -- don't try to do this yourself unless you are the present senior member of the Temple. Otherwise we are not liable for unpredictable results.

Aum. Ha.

FOURTH DECLARATION

We do not simply crave any old intelligence – we want our own intelligence, you dig? None of us really want to be Einstein. He already Einsteined. It’s over now, it’s been done. We want to be smarter, sure, but not just generally. There’s not good to be had from complicated insights of other people into topics you have no interest in. Better poker-playing takes precedence, for many, over cosmology. A doubling of wisdom relative to sparkplug maintenance is only for the Few. There is no objective standard as to what we would like to be more intelligent about. This is because deep down, under our worries and pathologies, we like ourselves. We are the “we” what we would like to have be smarter, no? It would be nice to have our minds amplified, our wisdom enhanced, our understandings enriched.

More technically: we want our connections-on-the-inside more connected.

Many theories have been advanced by well-meaning men who flatter themselves with the idea that they are the cusp of the ‘genius revolution.’ Take vitamins and smart drugs. Breathe more. Use brain-wave sculpting soundtracks while sniffing essential oils and reading the encyclopaedia at random. It can’t hurt.

It probably won’t hurt.
Be careful though.

While listening to wave-music, stand on one foot and speak aloud all sensory data presented by your imagination whether it makes any sense or not. This will lay novel pathways in the brain that will slowly make it easier for information to travel everywhere and merge into new insights.
Takes a while & Buff Striding doesn’t have a while.

My technique for neural enhancement consists in the regular practice of “forcing” connections between large zones of pre-connected data. Example: You have some data about foxes. You have some data about cruise ships. These appear to be unrelated sections of the brain. Now – make a bridge. Imagine a cruise ship staffed entirely with red foxes. Or, even worse, imagine all the passengers are foxes of various kinds and humans have been subjugated into being their simpering servants. How would you feel as a denigrated waitperson scampering to fetch goose-liver "pate" for a bloated, lascivious vulpine? (It helps to flood the new pathway with some emotional electricity. )

The key to a connective thought is the "How/Why?" It has to make some sense to you, even if it is an outrageous kind of sense. The scenario above shows how foxes and cruise ships might connect -- but not why. Perhaps it the outrageous marketing compaign of a futuristic company who genetically and neurological "boosts" animals. Perhaps it is the dream of a patient in psychoanalysis. You see? Some scenario and some quasi-plausible reasoning. It doesn't have to be an airtight case -- just so's it produces that "hmmm..." feeling of "maybe makes sense."

How does the caw of a crow fuse with golf? What does the tast of bubble gum have to do with the dinosaurs?

Easy and quick. Make a half-dozen of these arbitrary thought connections in a row and you’ll start to feel the flow of New Meaningfulness through your cortex.

You can thank me by imagining how it would feel if your soul “just happened” to look and sound exactly like me…

THIRD DECLARATION

Children, lookit: there's been a lot of confusion about my old dictum "YOU = A COMPLEX REACTION TO SELF-OBSESSION." I still think it's a crackerjack definition & mebbe together we can get a little clarity on the subject. (Get it? "Subject"? Nevermind.)

First off we should have no trouble agreeing that you are a Narcissistic maniac. What's that? Not you? You make conscious efforts to overcome the manifestations of self-obession? WELL AREN'T YOU SPECIAL! (See what I mean?)

I'm not talking about the specific symptoms of a Narcisstic Personality that allow it be diaGNOSTICally distinguished from other screw-ups. I'm talking about the simple fact of PRIMAL NARCISSISM. A basic, pre-rational expectation that the SELF should conflate with GLORIOUS EXPANSIVE FEELINGS.

"If ego is the seat of narcissism and narcissism does not exist from the start of life, what must happen for it to emerge?" - Sigmund Freud.

Now, I love ol' CancerJaw McFreud but on this subject he's a gibbering shoggoth who hasn't noticed that his hands are so far up his ass that he's got a mouthful of ten fingers.!

1. Ego is not the seat of narcissism.
2. Narcissism exists from the start of life.

There. That takes care of that malarkey. All organisms come with this built in. Maybe yours got a load of horseshit dumped on it. Maybe you learned to be saintly, or at least civilized -- but all that starts with Narcisissim and even perpetuates Narcissism by means of the subtle attempt to flatter oneself by living up to your Ego Ideal.

How do you suppose the basic self-validating, self-affirming, endlessly-reaching, expansion-attempting LIFE ENERGY (See: "My Discovery of the Orgone Energy" by Buff Striding) feels when it finds itself confined into a pulsating organism-sack with self-reflective capabilities?

No - don't think. I'll tell you how you it feels. It feels -- simultaneously -- that it is an immortal, universal, ever-expanding glory AND that it is a limited, contained, centralized entity. The fusion of these creates Primal Narcissism. A condition of self-concern, self-obsession and pre-conceptual certainty that total pleasure is your own ultimate destiny. What else could possibly be appropriate for one so wonderful as you?

The psychological events of childhood do not create narcissism -- they limit it & render it covert, half-conscious. Life shatters and confounds our narcissism. The need to live semi-functionally with others requires a modulation of our core energy. We need to perform and then to believe in equality and the rights of others. But what of the original, irrational feeling? Where is it? What is it up do? How much influence does it weild in our otherwise sane impulses?

Primal Narcissism is door -- it can be either open or shut. When shut it is the ego-devil of all our deeds. When open it is the river that leads back to the sea of primal energy which washes the face of our Holy God of Hyperspace.

S/He has empowered Me to be the vessel of your liberation, salvation, emancipation. You cannot get at your self-obsession. Everything about you is an add-on, a reaction, a complexification of that original condition. As soon as you turn inwards, you are ACTING FROM IT -- not learning about it. Instead you must accept the impossible disconnect of surrender, and allow the core of your narcissism to be externalized. That's my job.

Let me have it the face: I, BUFF STRIDING, AM THE GREATEST THING IMAGINABLE.

Remember, you aren't your "I"... I am.

SECOND DECLARATION

Ever swat away a wasp only to have him pester you for the rest of yer picnic? For Me that wasp is the following question:

"Is Buff Striding a cult leader?"

I have been advised to deny this. Apparently the pejorative connotations are just too much for your delicate little identites to handle. My oh-so-clever board of advisors has suggested I use the following, more sanitary phrase:

I am a trans-personal religious control enthusiast... with an assertive, faith-based community outreach program.

There, that sounds better.

FIRST DECLARATION

Yeah, so anyway, the pea-brained malcontents who pose as my "inner circle" and fancy themselves to be my "handlers" have insisted that I make some half-legible outreach to the public. Here it is then, you swine:

The Official Buff Striding Blog.

Remember -- every way in which you establish resonance with Me is a powerful means to accelerate your own personal & spiritual growth. Buff Striding is the externalized projection of that part of yourself which knows that it is One with the Divine Force of All-Being.

"But Buff! Aren't we all capable of being in intimate contact with the Divine within ourselves?"

Don't kid yourselves! That magickal "within" is at best an echo... and at worst just an extension of your chronic and total psycho-physical habit of self-obsessed, inward-turning, world-rejecting, egoic fantasy.

Neither "you" nor "God" are inside. You are the World and that part of you that honestly, no-bullshit knows that it is eternally wed to the Divine Consciousness... that Me, out here, in the World that is You.

- Buff.