Though the conditioning is there. But if you're a projector you're so dependent on the energy resource. And then on top of that there is the sense of lack of completion within yourself, that you end up plugging into the wrong thing and it becomes a horrendous trap for you psychologically as well as physically. And you never get to face the truth. You never get to see things the way they could be seen.
This blame is a horrendous thing. I know there's no choice. No blame, no fault and to indulge in such thing it's like me being a freak. I'm pure individual. I wake up in the morning and I’m melancholic. Now when I wake up in the morning and I’m melancholic, I don't say to myself “what's wrong?” There is nothing wrong. I just happened to be displaying my basic chemistry. That’s what it's about.
You see for a projector, to really be able to live in peace, they have to be able to move away from that bitterness. And for the split projector, how difficult it can be, to get out of the bitterness. Because the other is so, so important and it's always the wrong other. I mean, I have known so many projectors. Boy did they do a lousy job picking partners. No really! They do a lousy job. They're just not good at it. Because it's not what they're about. They're not here to find a partner. They're here to be found! They’re here to be invited, they’re here to be recognized, they’re here to be respected.
And the projector’s that I have known, it's… they’re plugged-in! That's it! In the end that's all they'll really can say about that relationship. “Well I was plugged in.” you know “I had dinner, lunch, breakfast”. I was plugged in. you know “I got to buy new clothes each year” and “I was plugged in, yeah, that was it”, nothing else… We are so stupid about people, aren’t we? It's so easy to be fooled by people. It just is, I mean, I know, I watch my own movie. I think somebody's going to be this not to be that, what the hell to do. You know. You can't trust the not-self, to do right. You can't. you can only hope, only, chances are they going to mess it up anyway.
But it's this blame, it's a disease. These are the people, they blame the world, blame God, blame the government, blame the schools, blame the parents, blame the children, blame the dog. Endless, endless, endless blame. And all as a way to try to answer their own bitterness. I'm bitterness because you fucked me up. That's why I'm bitter. You're to blame for messing up my life. You're to blame for this. You're to blame for that. It's the disease of splits. It's the curse of projectors to be a split and have that open and be unaware.
The first thing is that you never get to see what the other can be. Experience teaches you that the other is only going to bring you bitterness. That's what happens. These endless knots of rounds of relationships, that all leave a bad taste in your mouth until you can't imagine that taste disappearing. You can't. And so the cynicism begins. projectors can be very, very wise beings. They know a lot of stuff and when all of that is twisted, their minds can get so ugly about the way in which they look at the world and beings in it. They stop having respect for other people. They stopped seeing. The plug becomes everything. And it all becomes “well, maybe the next one”, maybe, maybe…