How Long, Buddy?

Someone you know is wondering about the purpose of life. Is confused about his or her own purpose as a living human being here. What do you want to do? The person is asked. “I always wanted to play a guitar.” She replies. When you find a teacher do you already know what the teacher will eventually say to you? “Yes.” She replied. What is that? “She will say, do not worry about how or why so much, just play.”

Someone else is confused about the meaning of life. What do you enjoy? He is asked. “I like playing basketball.”  He replies. Do you have a coach? He is asked. “Yes.” What does the coach tell you about how to play a basketball game with the best results? He is asked. “That’s easy, he constantly  preaches, “Let the game come to you.”

“What is my role in what has been and what will be?” You ask. Why do you ask me that question? “I need to learn how to live here properly.” You declare. That image of yourself, at the center, as observer, who strives to change this or that, is only in the way. “Why do you say that to me?”  There is no rehearsal for life. No rewind. No examination. No coach. Nothing else  like it. 

Your life has been stolen by the confusion in the mind of the observer which is the source of choice planted there to control you. That troublemaker wrongly calls itself freedom. In clarity there is no choice to be made. Total action is immediate. That is true freedom. 

Cease confusion totally this instant! Expose the observer. Then, letting  life come to you, stop calling yourself by names someone else hung on you.  Be aware. All the time be aware.

Trust the force that brought you here to be a friend who wants you to be here for the entire duration then will take you home. Live in rapture for God’s sake!

Once upon a time there was a man in Ireland named Pat. He was busy packing a bag for a trip when his neighbors dropped by. “Where you going, Pat?” The neighbors asked. “I aim to go to Dublin.” Pat replied. “Oh, you mean, God willing, you are going to Dublin, dontcha, Pat?” “No. I mean I am going to Dublin.” Pat replied. 

Just like that Pat was turned into a frog and cast into a well where he remained for seven years.

Back home as himself, Pat began to pack his bag for a trip and his neighbors dropped by. “Where you going, Pat?” The neighbors asked. “I aim to go to Dublin.” Pat replied. “Oh, you mean, God willing, you are going to Dublin, dontcha, Pat?” “No. I mean I am going to Dublin.” Pat replied. 

Just like that Pat was turned into a frog and cast into a well where he remained for another seven years.

Back home as himself, Pat began to pack his bag for a trip and his neighbors dropped by. “Where you going, Pat?” The neighbors asked. “I aim to go to Dublin.” Pat replied. “Oh, you mean, God willing, you are going to Dublin, dontcha, Pat?” “No. I mean I am either going to Dublin or I am gonna live in that fucking well.” Pat replied. 

Imagine this: you live in a world where your parents decide who you will marry. You secretly want to make that choice for yourself, you think. As you see it, the power to make that choice for yourself would be freedom. 

But, in truth, should you be given the power to choose a spouse for yourself you will not be free at all. You will be confused by choice and lost in it. It will be terrible for you. And you will not know why that is so.  People, like you,  will tell you that you made a poor choice every time you marry and every time you do not.

To be free is to be clear. So, the important first question is not, can I choose my own husband or wife? but can I be clear? That is what you must discover for yourself, my friend.

Imagine you live in a place where a tyrant is in charge. You may wish to be able to choose your leader. The observer will tell you that is freedom. Those who vote for their leaders are free, it believes. Should you get the right to vote will you be free? 

Has a free horse a rider? Is a human who is free and clear not his own leader? Think about it. Pay close attention. Nobody can think about it for you. This is one thing you do alone. And “alone” is a tricky word. It was originally two words…all one.