To successfully kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution.

From INTO THE WILD, a film 

Listen. There is a hole in your thinking wide as the Grand Canyon only it is never-ending in its bad effects. You are like a man who is trying to fill a water bucket which has a large hole in the bottom. Sit here and be still. The hole is a confusion among words we all use without knowing what we are talking about. The list is long. Reverie, Belief, Creed, Vision, Destiny, Imagination, Flight, Fancy, Verities, Principles, Proofs, Scriptures and so on.  These are tossed about like the meaning does not need to be clear only to strike an emotional response to win an argument.

What is the spiritual revolution?

If one is talking to a listener who is clear-headed it is one thing. But, who in a crowd is clear-headed? Actually, if everyone were clear-headed no one would speak. All would know. All would be of the same mind. All would act together as one. 

A clear-headed speaker means to tell what he has seen. Does not even suggest you believe him or her. It is spoken from love. It is like a tribe of humans lives in a valley where they have existed for many centuries surrounded by mountains which they have never climbed. In that Valley there has been developed a widely held religious belief that on the other side of the chain of mountains lives the All-Powerful Anointed One who loves us all. When a person dies, according to the belief, we ascend the mountain and live within the Heavenly Palaces of the Anointed Savior.  One person climbs to the top of the mountains and looks over. He is so moved by what he sees he rushes home to tell the others. The one who has seen does not care to be believed. He cares only to say, “Go to the top and look over for yourself!”

No clear-headed human being wants a following. Such a one speaks from the heart to the hearts of listeners to encourage the spiritual revolution. See for yourself.

Up to this moment there is no evidence humans have ever understood the messenger. We decide to believe or not believe that the messenger saw what he tells he saw. By that, we separate into believers and non-believers. Neither believer nor nonbeliever knows what is so. The imagined belief or non-belief is the glue each bunch counts upon to bind them as a group to work together on building a better world for themselves. It works to make many changes inside each group but utterly fails on the side of making a better world. All generally agree things are getting worse. The winners of an argument seem to have prevailed all right but the truth has eluded them one more time. The people remain as blind beings in the valley of ignorance.

How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?

Here’s a song-

The One LOVE.

Don’t be wasting any more time, babe, tryin’ to join together what Is already one.

That from the Beginning has been done.

Love is not for sale. 

Won’t be worn as a ring on a finger or a thumb.

So, my dear, if you’ll quit trying to keep warm by swallowing the Sun something you always had but never knew you had will seem automatically to come.

You can’t mint love.

You cannot print love.

You can’t give or take it and

sure can’t forsake it.

It does for you and me what we never even thought we wanted done.

Just feel it. Feel it. Feel it. 

All love asks of you is everything you claim you wish to have…

and then some.

Talkin’ ‘bout the One LOVE.

FORAGING FOR LIFE

After I dropped the practice of law as a means of earning money with which I bought food and provisions for living as a human being, some would frequently ask, “What do you do?” That has always seemed to be the first question we ask upon getting acquainted with on another. At first, I was not comfortable with the question since I was living in a way different from most people of the day. However, soon it became a game I enjoyed playing. Today, I would say, I am a forager. I forage for food and provisions. A person hearing me might immediately picture me with a basket and a spear and bow and knife in the wilderness looking to find wild animals and berries and the like. That is not my way in today’s world in this part of the Earth. 

Ever since man and woman began to forage, millions of years ago, it has required much intelligence and skill. I would say it takes more knowledge and skill and a more fully engaged brain than practicing law does but not anywhere near the time daily required to act like a lawyer. Foraging takes into consideration a very, very wide range of possible sources and a mind open to literally any of the sources being today’s meal and lodging and provisions for what you are going to utilize today for a fascinating adventure of life.  This immediately preceding sentence causes links of any human brain to flash messages that direct the body to be tremendously awake and alert to every little nuance in the present environment where life happens in order to seize the bounty already set out before each forager. I have read that a forager on Earth 30,000 years ago had the capacity to listen to the slightest movement of grasses to detect the presence, for example, of a snake. Few humans can claim that depth of perception today. As a modern forager I do. However, by my own experience, I learned early that amazing capacities lurking within a human being can be realized only by a quiet brain that is fully operating at a high level of intelligence. I quickly saw that the time I spend each day in a practice of a truth that will always still a brain and bring quiet so no effort is wasted engaging by imagination in worries about troubles that will never come about. Obviously, this freedom is precious to a forager. A much more effective and efficient forage is at hand.

Do not be fooled.  The forager I tell of is not a thief nor a beggar.  Lawyers are and doctors and ministers and all the other professions practiced currently in the modern world to gain money as opposed to foraging as it is described here. Burn that fact into your conscious brain. Foragers share without hesitation. Foragers are happy people. Free of worries about having enough, these people are in love with life as they live it, not as someone promises it as a reward for suffering. I am telling of a world that anyone can enjoy to the fullest here and now with no strings attached. Begin today a self examination to bring a discovery of what capacities you have but utilize little or not at all to be wildly excited to wake up each morning in wonder. Surely, while reading this many exciting possibilities have occurred to you already that make you eager to begin your own examination of just what kind of world you would redesign for yourself should you feel invited to do so.

 When you was is                                                                                           you gave it up to strive to be what ain’t.                                                  Your struggle has brought you heartbreak ‘cause you can’t become a saint. 

Though you are as busy as a worker ant I invite you to come to a Ball.

To which you are to come as you

and as you alone you must dance  

the rest of your life you must dance 

with a love that makes sense of it all.

Together, we can study the practice of any living thing which explodes from the center of its being, but not like a firecracker, like the cry of a wolf.

 If I have everything I want

If everything I want is what I have

that which I want I have

that which I have I want 

If what I want are two large wings a graceful neck and a hot orange beak

I am a swan.

Happiness in life is so simple. It has nothing to do with acquiring what you do not have.  It has only to do with recognizing what you have been given that cannot be taken from you. It is a tragedy to have it and not know you have it because to you you may as well not have it at all. And you do.

I am a swan. And when you see me glide across a pool you imagine such a one must think:

“Look. I can get anything I want” 

but you are mistaken.

You see freedom. 

What is empty of wanting.

If I beheld that in you I could fly with you.

There is a big difference between believing you can have victory and knowing you are victory.

The one who believes will either lose and hate himself or win and then tell himself, “I was victorious” and spend the rest of his life remembering he once was victorious. Memories fade. Trophies corrode behind glass. 

Have you met anyone with a trophy case who is content? It violates the law of trophies. Never content is their slogan and so they remain discontent. For them it is always winter. For one who is content it is always Spring.

This writing points to you as you are. Many point you to what you are not. You are not defined by circumstances. Know that simple fact. Fly! Without wings fly!

RECEIVE WHAT YOU HAVE NOW

There’s always been playin’ at the back of my mind a sad tune sung to me as a child.

It goes: Sonny, to live in this world you gotta earn your daily bread. Those who do not work here, shall not eat. To the world, work has always meant do what you are told not what your heart would have you do.

As I have grown older and have seen more and more of that way I have come to believe that song is confused for those who sing it the loudest are the same ones who dream in earnest of the day they will find the pot of gold that is by them unearned. Stolen actually for always there is a long string of losers attached to their fortune. That is what such people call wealth but some of us, rather than dream of it, receive by faith life’s gift now. And are content for nobody loses when prosperity happens from a fountain of love.

I think I finally understand why it is people are drawn to any explanation from someone they believe to be trustworthy that some force beyond their knowing and beyond sight touch and hearing is causing a problem that must be addressed because it is bad and so it is thought a solution ought to be found in the same disguised way from a force or forces of imagined good that lies beyond mortal sensing and reasoning power. That is how government of the many by spirit entities began long ago, in ancient times, and continues into the present, whereby people willingly give control to an imagined figure and its icons, its minions, and a map, a name, and some king as their imagined spiritual leader. 

Before that, a tribe would discuss a matter indefinitely until all, and that means all, of its members reached agreement. If no agreement was found, people divided into two or more camps to live separate in full agreement by faith but faith really means to reach agreement simultaneously, to be of one mind, for people of faith think and act as one. All the other forms of life as we know it live in this manner without choice to do otherwise. Exception: when humans manage to domesticate other animals to live otherwise than by being true to their own natures. Most life forms cannot be domesticated. It bears repeating that most life forms cannot be domesticated.  Some strong members of the kinds that can be when forced to do so will choose to die rather than submit to human control. Some wild horses cannot be ridden and it has always been so. That is faith. It has not been eradicated from the Earth.

It is only humans that possess the power individually to decide to live outside the natural faith of their own kind, born within each one, and to discover for themselves what is good or bad. The first few to do so have managed over time to convince just about everybody else to follow the imagined games they design and play which they believe will bring about some day a Paradise. Such fools labor and lie and cheat and deceive in order to construct their own dreamed of world when in truth they could never have made even a single gnat or a single atom or a single quark. Such games are based in arrogance, of course. They say we humans are destined to control all the rest of creation! And so we have made of our lives heartless games wherein most players are losers. And there is no evidence any winners are content for long. Good and bad. Right and wrong. Look what we have done! And so quickly.

But some wild horses cannot be ridden. Faith calls now upon itself. It is not for me to tell you what a mess we are in nor the way out of it. It is by the undying faith within each of us we are rescued. It is by two or more beginning the walk it is done.

IS THERE LIFE INSIDE A STONE?

Is there life inside a stone?

Do trees fall down alone?

Will a heart beat any rhythm but its own?

I have something here for you

The only one I’ll give it to

‘Til then I will walk this world alone

Keep it hidden like the life inside a stone.

For the first time I recall

I think I understand at all

That my love is like a mirror on the wall

It will reflect a perfect hue

From the heart of what is true

And reflects but what is shown,

Lying---hidden like the life inside a stone.

Is there life inside a stone?

Can the moon glow all alone?

Will a heart beat any rhythm but its own?

I have something to show you

The only one I’ll show it to

‘Til then I will walk this world alone

Keep it hidden like the life inside a stone.

For the first time I recall

I think I understand at all

That my love is like a mirror on the wall

It reflects a perfect light for you

From the heart of what is true

But, it cannot see what is not shown,

Lying---hidden like the life inside a stone.

Is there life inside a stone?

Can a river find its home?

Will a heart beat any rhythm but its own?

I’ve a home built here for you

The only one it’s open to

‘Til then I will walk this world alone

Keep it hidden like the life inside a stone.

For the first time I recall

I think I understand at all

That my love is like a mirror on the wall

It’s reflection pure and true

From the heart of what is you

It cannot see what is not shown

Lying----hidden like the life inside a stone

Lying----hidden like the life inside a stone

Lying----hidden like the life inside a stone.

-by Johnny Whooper Swan

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