stateofkane

We all have perceptions of who the bad people or things are in our life, but when you encounter a worse enemy, then sometimes you look to your old nemesis and see the good that existed.

The same is true for situations (out of pot into frying pan), but in people, this hatred can induce love for your old enemy.

As you hate your new enemy more, you find more wonderful qualities of your old nemesis, and this turns into an obsession.

This is especially true if your old nemesis was once a friend, family member, or acquaintence, and had a falling out. This doesn't apply to romantic relationships, because lust clouds judgement of both parties. But they didn't have to be an arch rival necessarily, just someone you saw as a bad influence.

So anyways, you start loving this person, and you treat them better, and it surprises them at first, but in the end you have a new love.

Grieves

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The Rev

"You are an ass hat."



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stateofkane

Doesn't this make sense? My central argument is that love is actually a feeling derived from hatred.

People don't know it, but when they love someone, it is either:

A)False love (lust, or they are misguided in other ways)
B)True love, and it's because they hate someone else

SageTree

I think my flaw in understanding is that I don't truly actively hate people.
There are those who are trying and the like, but I would not say 'hatred' comes anywhere near my line of thinking. I usually just ask myself why I was bothered or felt that person bothered me. Usually the concern is something with in me. "Then the enemy is the teacher" and for that I love them... never because of hate though.

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verklingen

that's an interesting take.

regarding someone as a nemesis or friend is a form of communication, and i believe we communicate out of compassion. therefor even the act of conveying hatred arises from compassion.

i don't truly believe there to be anything that is "bad." experiences are neutral, it is our feelings that determine the outcome. so perceiving bad in things summons up the related feeling and that energy is imprinted on the situation.

you create enemies and then allow yourself to see that you love them. that begins and ends in love if you ask me

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SageTree

I concur with that statement, although the means of loving it hate seem it might be less than effective.

I have to add this as it's always made sense to me and feel it's a good place to share since love/hate are on the table here.

When Fred came to our town in PA he was quoted as saying:

"I'm the only one who loves the fags because I'm the only telling them they are going to hell."

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ChiefBongWater

So if love can be a feeling derived from hatred... Can hatred be derived from feeling love?

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The Rev

Like loving the thought of fucking someone up bad?



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hijabihippie

"Remember, it's the people that piss you off the most that you can learn the most from."
--Diane DiMassa, Hothead Paison: Homicidal Lesbian Terrorist

hijabihippie

Does that bear any resemblance to a brass hat, Rev?

Jenna_Grows

Hate takes alot of energy..

I visualize walking into a big field of sticky mud.. first it sticks to my shoes, before long, I'm up to my knees in the goo....keep walking and pretty soon I am dragging myself through it covered to my hips...Looking around, I see the field is full of people, all walking in the ooze, it clinging all over them..and still they all walk deeper and deeper.....that's hatred.. that's fear...Everytime I have a thought filled with hatred, my mind sending a particularly nasty thought out into the universe about someone or something with some emotions attached to it, I take another step further into the goo..I see people buried in it...still spewing their shit all over the place. Energy vampires....not wanting to leave the field and desperate to keep you with them to share in their human experience.

We can all find justification for hating someone..for acting on our denser energies....but in the end, its "us" that are walking further into the muck and mire. The irony is that the only thing we have to do is choose to stop walking.

That field? Visualize the sun...a beautiful beam of light coming from your chest and rising out of your body...lighting up the field with a bubbly energy..laughter, love, the simple beauties you have seen in this world. Notice that surrounding the field is a beautiful forest with the greenest trees ever...(the biggest sativas I've ever seen!)

Higher perceptions will prevail....When you look at life, you will see value...you will see beauty everywhere you look...even in the face of an old enemy... We all have the ability to take ourselves out of the field..Like attracts like...and if you choose not to walk in that field but hover above it, you will be showing those souls around you how to free themselves.

nice post stateofkane

reverie

To know love, is to know hatred. To know happiness, is to know suffering.

Ah the dynamic interplay of duality.

I'm not sure I'd go as far to say that true love is only because you've hated, although it may put perspective on your appreciation. It's all about how we gauge things we hold significance to. If you can venture to places you know you'd rather not be, the better you can navigate the places you'd enjoy.

Hindsight is 20/20, in moving away from something we naturally are able to see it's total value clearer. The things that are in front of us now, can be used for comparison. These type of things have a telescoping effect, which allows for growth and development.

All emotion arises from one central point of meaning (in my opinion anyway). Wherever we feel great emotion is where we have experienced something of great meaning or significance to our being. Whether it affects us negatively or positively all gives relevance to how we interact with life. It is all equally a part of the equation in the experiment of existence.

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