No Authority

No authority is perfect order. I have examined into this and found it to be so. Whenever I, inwardly, accept no authority from outside everybody else treats me automatically as a friend. Authority is an agreed upon view of how things ought to be, but they are not. Where you find things to be as they ought to be there you will find no authority for there would be no purpose for authority to serve. No crime no police. Where you find authority you find corruption. It must be so. I ought to know. Any who accept authority as a way of life create corruption and then complain of it. This is all so foolish and silly and leads to feelings of insecurity and acquisition of weapons to be used against human beings who are seen as threats to my welfare. 

Any who refuse to accept authority are deciding to live each day as it comes rather than to think how they want it to be. In this way alone can it be discovered what is a life. Note: I am not talking about rejection of or opposition to authority, that’s silly too, but the clear decision to cease to look outside of yourself for your needs. Example: a baby does not think “I’ll get mother to feed me” baby cries. Live in your footsteps before you go underground. Each one is either learning to live or learning to die. It is an important distinction to make.

People of faith think and behave as one. Only nations and tribes make war. Do you see this to be so?

You have been told that refusal to accept authority will bring disorder. Actually, acceptance of authority brings disorder…..I shall never look to corrupt governments and greedy businesses to save me…or even to help me. I am no fool. You see, order is a state of mind that is given not driven. It is not some idea for you to believe. Find out for yourself. Let truth and beauty seep down in your soul and then you will know life.

Mandates and Charts

Do I really want new mandates and new charts for the voyage called life? Or, would I prefer to try it without any such programming? Just be together with everybody else as one of us. Sing my thoughts spontaneously with my own musical accompaniment unless someone comes on the scene to join me. Bob Dylan has been doing this for more than 50 years  and nobody has joined him. So, is it too lonely? Or, is loneliness where it’s at and all the lonely people not really…lonely? I am here, not to ease loneliness, oh no, to embolden it. The solution to all my problems lies in me, alone. For the reason that all my problems are tied to me and, so, inter-related. Loneliness is illusion for that reason. Seeing things as they are is freedom. Only free people love.

I see people with their smart phones and I see human beings serving robots. Once we did it with newspapers then radios then televisions. We stand in line to get our daily programming. Do I really want new mandates and new charts for the voyage called life? Or, do I want love? 

 Memoirs of a True Slave, 2021 USA

What’s wrong with me?

Why do I continue to fall short of my own ideals…are they not really mine?

Why do I do things I do not believe to be right and fail to perform things as I feel I should?

Why am I a good father sometimes and yet other times down-right refuse to fulfill my obligations to my own children?

Why can’t I lose weight and keep it off?

Am I some type of slave?  If so, who is my master? 

Religious folks tell I am a sinner by nature and it was a Supreme Being (God) made me to be so and it is not my place to question the Plan. I always wanted to puke when I heard that but I could not find the thought to speak which might set me free from such awful tyranny. They seemed to have a lot of power and I seemed to have little or none. In Christianity, I was taught God made me weak and sinful by nature, and that being so, would judge me as bad and send me to Hell forever. And I was supposed to rejoice that God sent a Son who’s perfect (not like me) to Earth to be crucified in my place and if I chose to believe that I would obtain a free pass to Heaven while those who did not believe a God would do that must go on to Hell same as before the alteration to the Plan. As I write this I am beginning to find the answer to my own original questions set out above. Being taught as a child those ideas by Christian leaders how else was I to respond but as a royal and confused fuckup? And who is my slave master? None other than my own mind filled with the confused thoughts of the civilization in which I exist. Many of these thoughts are old, dead already. Others are so rigid and inflexible they bind as surely as whips and chains. All are based from past behaviors that have failed us miserably and must be expected to continue to do so. The use of violence to bring about peace is one classic example. Rather than abandon it, though, our leaders always threaten to be more violent than the time before. This sort of reminds me of parental methods of making good children through beatings. And of an education system that expects to make a society of most excellent adults by a system of grading all the children and labeling losers. I wonder if I can kill these old ideas of mine in place of striking out at people? Is it possible to clear a mind so terribly wounded as my own? If so, I see it as a wonderful work of a Divine Creator. Can it be so simple that all that is required of me is the willingness to look directly and thoroughly into the face of my very own thoughts as a construct of me made by me and for me and by doing so find me underneath all the falsehood? Find who I am and what I am here to do? If so, I see that as truly a Super Power and a wonder work of a Divine Creator in which I participate actively and voluntarily. Wow! I’m all in!

 Gravesite Blues

It’s crazy, but

there’s a gravesite down in Ol’ New Mexico

chained like a dangerous criminal who might just up and run away 

And carved in stone are names of three murdered pals wrapped like a package for the world to come see  

An official warning to children! never wander too 

far astray;

and it might work out that way; except how many faces will it take who walk by but won’t buy it before everybody knows the score: Too many have given their one life away.

 Speak From the Heart

Unpremeditated Speech

A man who thinks before he speaks must always lie and deceive for the backbone of thought has been molded from fear and conceit. And thought has conceived a civilization of idiots led by its politicians.

Innocence never thinks. What possible use has a complete man for trivial, personal, phantom explanations? Oh, do not tell me you can restructure, recharge, reinvent reality. There must be another way, an entirely different approach, to any such magnificence and innocence, as here written, is the same term as humility.

                                                    ON FREEDOM

Now then, there is an illusion of freedom and there is the true experience of freedom. Freedom actually is not being trapped in illusions. So, those two are racing away from each other at the speed of light squared! Dylan wondered in song, Are birds ever free from the chains of the skyway? That is saying that if jumping over the moon is freedom and if you can what about jumping over Mars? And so on and on. 

I do not want. That is freedom. I want not water for there is more than enough. I do not want food for there is more than enough. I do not want air for there is more than enough of it. I do not want sunshine for there is always enough for everybody. That means I am content. Satisfied.

People who spend fortunes on clothes never cease talking about those times they let themselves take them off and get laid. Why bother?

You may say that there may be enough water but I may not be able to find it. Yes? Well, we are living thousands of years into a way of life that led most of us to kill others of us just to keep a supply of water and food and a territory where we can settle down in the illusion we have enough and protect with weapons our family from them and others like them. When we run short, we attack. Kill. Rape. Plunder. Lie. Cheat. Deceive. Steal. Gamble. Trick. Threaten. Coerce. Charm. So, by now, we mostly do not know how many times we turned one way instead of another and lost our capability to find what we need that is right under our feet and over our heads. We forgot. That is the source of illusion and that is the real loss of real freedom. And, by now, we have a list longer than the Milky Way of crap we want. Of kindness, honesty, integrity, dignity, courage we are unladen and poor indeed.

 The Man Who Drove Madness Away

He was famous for his anonymity.

And saved the throng by realizing his own impotence. 

He found all when he discovered nothing has what he needs.

He won the war by finding he had nothing to lose.

He was surrounded by friends when he had nothing left to give.

He had been surrounded by enemies when he held what they wanted.

Ambition is the weaker impulse.

Humility is fiercely unstoppable.

He helped them all when he realized he could not help himself.

He fed many when he understood he could not feed himself. It was like he had been given a spoon too long for his arm to reach his own mouth but exactly right for feeding any others.

They recognized him as leader when he learned how to serve others exclusively.     

He became an artist the day he had nobody to talk to but himself. Alone became, suddenly, all one.

-Johnny W

 To Seek A Love That’s True

You treat me like some half-dollar screw hound me to go out to work and bring back something new pretend you do not see me but keep me in your view;

I see ambition- 

ambition at full throttle driving you- 

while I seek a peaceful ride- one inside a love that’s true.

Would it help if I told I am the Light 

returning to save you?

I am truly outcast.

Feel so alone and blue.

No prophet sent me. This is not a place to settle down for I was born to roam.

If this is how you feel about me I believe 

it’s time I go back home.

 The Takers

Nations are to peace as toothless paper tigers are to playful children. When will we ever learn it’s never been the fault of love it is the mad lunacy of nations, boundaries, courts, kings and all the rest of it. It is therefore ambition makes all the tragic legendary stories of some imagined conflict between love and honor, between love and duty, between love and decency where conflict has never been. The Emperor has been always naked. Illusion alone clothes him. A taker. A child knows this to be so. When the game ends…really ends…peace is right here present for all beings. And it is known by all then that peace is not the absence of conflict, conflict is the absence of peace. Violence grows like weeds when people turn their backs on peace. Cease trying to end conflict (that is like trying to shovel darkness out a window) and try for a change to switch on the light of peace.

       Our Task must be to free ourselves, by widening our circle of compassion, to embrace all living things. Albert Einstein