I bought the tea I'm receiving here today, but there were people who arranged it on the shelf at that store, and the person who paid for it at the checkout was someone else. No, there are people who grew that tea and cultivated it for me. No, growing tea is a blessing from heaven and earth. The sun, air, ☂, soil... all kinds of relationships with and without... it just so happens that it goes into my mouth through infinity and infinity. That's why tea is ❝ brewed ❞ at a good temperature and at an appropriate time. Moreover, that tea doesn't taste like that in your mouth right now. If I don't eat that tea, I won't taste tea.
Causal retaliation means that if that is done, it will inevitably be done exactly as it is.
It's also strange that there are people who have felt bad about the past but have forgotten it.
I experienced something bad in the past, and when I think back on that, I am free to leave that “way of thinking back” to the person himself. I've also been bullied, but now I'm Kerorin. 🐸
If I were to give that experience to eggplant, there are an infinite number of ways to cook eggplant. If you cook it badly, it will burn. If you cook it well, it will be a delicious dish. If left alone, it becomes garbage, and if used well, it becomes fertilizer.
Therefore, since you yourself are facing that 🍆 as a problem this time, let's cook that problem well... and lead it in a direction where it doesn't hurt your heart.
Thoughts and memories are actually neither good nor bad when they are remembered by Pong.
If that can be determined, people suffering from flashbacks and trauma can immediately resolve them, and they don't need a doctor, and they don't need medicine. It becomes painful to handle. That's because you can't change it.
When Zen monks practice while looking at themselves, there is also an aspect where they look at the very effect of thought.
Every thought or memory that arises within oneself “just” appeared “just like that” at the time of occurrence.
It's like Momotaro's Dombraco and Momo flowing 🍑.
If you don't pick them up, the peaches will run away.
If you pick it up and click on it, that page opens, and there are demons, battles, monkeys, pheasants, and dogs.
Actually, isn't that what they're doing right now?
It would be nice if you could see through there.
Even though it was in the past that I had a disgusting experience, the only thing I remember about it is that now, here, and now, I am no other, and that thought simply came out of nowhere. Also, there is an aspect where it is cooked by burning it.