What knows what I am
going to write before I even begin? For a long time mankind
(inclusive of womankind) has been in ignorance (or darkness, as it is
called in poetry). I am going to write about the dark and expose it
to light so pay close attention for I may not pass this way again.
Some among those who
consider themselves to be of exceptional intelligence are blind to
it. What? To the intelligence source, the is.
Is lies beneath
these words of mine and behind the doors to a room where languages
are conceived which leads to the room where the words you can read
were hatched. Is is.
Language went to our
heads, so to speak. Once it began to happen all around Earth, well,
it made a whole lot of communication possible for the first time and
that fascinated us no end. An explosion of information of all kinds
engulfed mankind. Like any trick, one was played that has us in the
dark.
The words took over
the shop where they were kept and began giving orders to anyone who
could read them. A thing called education (a mere word) evolved
quickly that claimed to dispense intelligence itself. It was not
possible for people to detect the trick that was played and it is in
full bloom today and still growing. Electronic devices tell people
what to do and people are grateful!
This part is
important: language, all of it, is only a dog which chases its own
tail and goes nowhere. Do you feel sometimes like that is happening
to you, going nowhere, I mean? Your bosses are chasing their tails?
Every word is given its meaning by other words which were given
meaning by a bunch of words which were given meaning by? What else?
Words. So, how come words are seen by everybody now as the source of
intelligence? Books? Television? Computers? Devices hand held and
plugged into ears?
Love is just a four
letter word.
What turned off the
light? Words. All of us lost contact with the source of language.
This is not rocket science nor is it religious doctrine that I point
out yet nobody sees. Why not? Trickery and greed. This is so
important. It is described in an ancient tale that goes: Once upon a
time, a long time ago, a wise man lived on Earth. As he was going
about the streets on a walk one evening after dark, he spied a group
of adults under a street lamp huddled together all looking down at
their feet and moving ever so slowly in a circle. He asked one what
they were doing. We are searching carefully for this man's ring which
he has lost, was the reply to the wise man. Oh, said the wise man,
where was he when he last saw the ring? In the house was the reply.
Then, asked the wise man ,why do you search out here in the street?
The light is better out here was the only answer the wise man was
given.
Such is the power of
words to lead a man or woman into everlasting foolishness whenever
words are the masters instead of their source. That has happened
already to us. We are nuts. So nutty are we that none of us has the
eyes to see the obvious. What is the obvious?
The obvious is that
something made language possible. Before language we were all of us
in touch with that great reality that is the source of language. It
had brought us fire. We forgot. It is the master of all the living
creatures of Earth save mankind. A blade of grass listens to it and
follows the Sun across the sky. It gave language and we jumped ship
to sail away with words (which cannot swim).
At this point some
will say, who cares? You should. Because a simple move back to the
source underlying words will enable us to use words as servants and
at the same time introduce us to our real intelligence. That is all I
mean to say. I did it and know it is so. You can too.
And...the names for
the source are legion. In every language there is a name. God,
Father, Grandfather, Grandmother, Great Spirit, Allah, Krishna,
Christ, and many more. There are stories in every language but the
stories are words. Words chase their own tails. The source is
nameless for it is the source of names. We all agree names did not
create themselves. What did? I want you to know. You will find the
source inside your heart. By heart I mean your source. You find the
source in you. Everybody came out from within beginning as a tiny,
tiny thing that the source made from inside of it. All life grows
from the inside outward. If you do not believe me try making a
sculpture of any living thing. You find out soon enough what makes a
three dimensional work appear as if it were real.
Forget a name. Then
see it. It is here.
When you do you will
understand what in reality caused man to coin the word love that
will make the word live. That
is the source.
Follow
this along: on a test the teacher expects correct answers to
questions made of words and this explanation you
are reading of what education
is about is a bunch of words also.
Suppose any ten questions appear on a test. You do not know the
answers. You write I do not know ten times on the exam. When teacher
gives you a zero grade and fails you, reply,
Oh,
but teacher all ten of my answers are correct. I do not know. I
must receive an A by your own words.
If
the teacher would only find the courage to admit you are entitled to
an A, in accordance with the words which rule her domain, real
education, not the word, could begin. We await that moment.
In
that moment one discovers that the suggestion to find the source of
all that is (God) was
originally spoken so you might find you. You are more like the
grasses than you think.
