THE WORK OF ANY ORDINARY HUMAN BEING 

I am an ordinary human being. Yet have I wondered for as long as I can remember about what happened here on Earth before I was born to bring about the world I was born in. In it, I was expected to join and attempt to make a life organized along lines that seem to me then and now bizarre and way too unnecessarily limited to be attractive to a living, vibrant, creative creature like me. Know what I mean? 

What brought this world as it is presented to newcomers into being? Is it just bullshit? Even its leaders are made to be so by getting others to follow them instead of going for the depths of what the life they have can offer a human. It suddenly became important to me to question the need for any job or career description whatsoever. And it brought me to ask about each did I come to be born in order to grow up to be an applicant for this position described to me by some describer of career descriptions? Is that way of functioning itself a “bullshit job”, to describe possible career openings to people, that is, or is it rather a nuisance? Or, worse still, is it an evil of inestimable damage to each child born? If so, that’s a rotten thing to do to anybody much less an innocent babe. Gosh. Could this be the simple, clear essence of the story of Jesus born in a manger on Christmas to question it all and be killed early for doing so? But miraculously cheating such a death…? Can it be

There is a body of thought that says the human brain became free to go its own way only around 3,000 years ago with the breakdown of the bicameral mind. See Julian Jaynes, Phd. The Origin of Consciousness In The Break-Down of the Bicameral Mind.  In truth, it just may have been the effect of conditioned thinking, actually, and a terrible loss of freedom. It left all of us madly searching for someway to go beyond consciousness. To escape the mind’s prison, that is. It surely was the dawn of the age of making a living by confused thinking and suffering at a very low level of the ordinary human capacity. Should mankind think and think and think for ten thousand more years in this way there will be still no clarity at all. Confused  yearning is all. At some point we will either question everything we have concocted this way or die of confusion.

After many years as an adult who explored different options for making a living In the typical work of humans trapped mentally inside the limits of some culture that tells newcomers “we understand you are afraid of a lot that is expected of you but we are all as afraid as you we just have made up our minds to drive forward in fear”. I was left with this question: “why do you expect me to go where I fear going carrying my fear with me?” Do you (they) presume my fear is contrary to my own welfare?  I mean, can I not fear to waste my life needlessly on someone’s program handed to me when I want to do what I am drawn to do from within me? If I am called on to kill another person to whom I feel drawn to love as [another just like me] are you so deadly certain I ought to kill not love? And, furthermore, do you expect me to buy into the culture’s propaganda without some real evidence, outside mere rhetoric or a mere unsupported assumption that there has ever been anyone who has
charged forward in the face of fear? It seems more plausible that nearly everybody in some manner finds shelter from fear before encouraging others to charge forward. John Wayne, they say, consumed at least a fifth of whiskey a day. Any who willingly follow another are already corrupted by cowards is more likely the truth. It takes a lot of courage to stand totally alone and we are as a matter of fact totally alone.

Here is what I see: two or more humans each of whom stand alone are truly as one. While those who agree mentally to join together in a cause are in immediate conflict. Seeing this is paramount. 

It has been told me that warrior societies have existed on Earth tens of thousands of years before recorded history wherein warriors listened to the chiefs speak and only followed them if they were certain they wanted to do so. (Kondiaronk, Huron chief 1701) These warriors were free to walk away. Can such a thing be possible? Why not?

A word about exploitation. It covers the whole scene of finding a defined career for a baby to fit into some day as a method to earn money and no more than that. So, in the world of defined careers, money does not only talk it swears! (Bob Dylan) The most common question begins “What do you want to do when you grow up?”  To exploit another is to make use of another in order to benefit (financially or otherwise). A more honest question would be “How do you prefer to be exploited by others when you grow up?” The fear which allows us to continue ad infinitum in this way is groundless.  Absolutely groundless. It always was groundless. It is, pure and simple, a movement in complete ignorance of what is happening inside a group when all people in it are busy doing what they already love to do now and all the rest of their lives? When fear is removed truth is found.

Let me tell a simple story about my life which brings me to write this for you. At around age 39 I was about to give up on life. I uttered a prayer inside me to nameless nobody just before killing myself. I prayed in this way, “If you are there pease help me. Send me a mentor, someone who understands me.”

A man named Buddy immediately appeared. In short, he listened to me awhile and invited me to a meeting he was going to attend that day. At the meeting I met several people like me. I came back. I made a commitment solely to me in private to make a fearless and thorough inventory of what composes my being. I found fear, anger, and resentment everywhere dominated my story up to that point. As a light of truth shown on these difficulties each disappeared from me and I knew a peace beyond all understanding residing in their place there at the heart of me. I humbly gave up all else in favor of that new peace. And, knowing it as who I am stepped onto an unknown path with a courage to be exactly as I am already. No more of becoming in the form of wishes and hopes for this fellow.

In a few short years I was asked by my daughter if she could come live with me. Her mother and I had divorced when she was a baby. Shannon was by then 14 and I was overwhelmed and thrilled at her wanting to be with me. I told a close friend my grand news and he said, “You will need a job.” By this time, I had been living unemployed following my decision to live each day as an unknown gift and had grown accordingly at a deep level a joy and passion for life I had never before known. My friend added, “We have several openings. Go down the hall to our personnel office and look through the catalog of jobs to be filled and apply for one you find interesting.” What followed may be difficult to swallow at first it is so heavenly by nature. Simply following my friend’s direction which my heart felt to be coming from love, I selected a position and applied. Soon I was on the list of employees there. I had no car so every morning after a good breakfast Shannon and I walked to a bus stop together where she caught a bus to school and I caught one to my place of employment. This small effort as a team was precious to both of us. My own joy was without limit.

Amazingly, for several weeks I reported each morning and went to my supervisor to ask what he wanted me to do that day. He would reply, “Please give me a little time to figure out what you are to do and I will let you know. It will not be too long.” Finally, one day, he told me, “Just make up your own job and keep me informed so I can answer any inquiries from others.” Well, you can imagine my shock and my excitement!

I immediately began research deeply into how I might be truly useful among these people doing work I truly enjoy doing already as opposed to striving to become something I am not. Before Shannon asked to join me I had spent time helping people who were in misery as I had been to explore into a way of life of an unknown variety. I charged no money for my work. And, now, only I knew that I had created a job for me, just me, nobody else, like I had some magic wand. When an ordinary person is capable of that…all dreams of becoming somebody someday, well, they vanish into thin air

as totally useless. In my heart I was to be the one in that workplace to passionately encourage all the rest to catch fire with a passion to do work they already love knowing they will do it to the level of excellence. 

I found a model rather quickly in my research. Named Dr. W. Edwards Deming. The man proclaimed that all people (everyone) want to work with pride and joy! I discovered Deming had been appointed by U.S. authorities to oversee the recovery of Japan after WWII which nation we had bombed with atomic weapons. His results were shockingly phenomenal. This was late eighties when Japan was thriving worldwide and it was feared they would soon catch us and surpass us economically using Dr. Deming’s encouragement. The program had rather quickly transformed the reputation of Japanese products from “junk” to “excellence”. Deming’s very successful program was right in line with the spiritual lessons I had learned as a result of undertaking that searching and fearless inventory I told you about, you see. It would remove the fear and anger and resentment in this workforce as well and that change would move its work to a level previously unknown and beyond! Together, not as their leader, we made the journey. And it worked. Thirty years later with a clear mind I write this to you.

It is anticipated that you, the reader, will say “I have no idea how I might find what I really love to do.” Am I right? That is just something really sorry for a person to tell itself. Can you believe a man or woman not knowing what they love? It may be a stretch to accept that if I do what I love I will receive what I need. It might be but it is far less a stretch than the one you have been following so far that is “I know what I need.” Nobody knows that. Will you settle for “I did what I love doing as long as I lived?” That beats Hell outta “I never did anything I really wanted to do” and most are singing that song the day they run out of breath. 

Let me add one more story. When I was myself initially looking for what I might love doing a woman suggested to me I imagine myself at a party where to my great surprise I found myself having a really good time. Imagine the party in detail, she demanded. But play with it. Now, said she, write down in explicit detail everything you can remember about the people you met at the party whose company you so much enjoyed. I did that exercise because I trusted that woman to be a true friend. I described the people at the party as creative, artistic types. Poets, painters, musicians, actors, dancers. I made no mention of any type I had previously worked around. Following the exercise I began to put together a plan for a new line of work. I did all my preparations only to find I attracted no clients. All I had been contacted by were poets, musicians, painters, actors, and the like asking to meet me. It eventually occurred to me I did not love my planned for career I loved hanging out with creative people. So, I began to contact creative ones and just ask for a meeting to hang out. I came to each meeting with no expectation of any kind. Each one mentioned another one or more I should contact. Or, they mentioned a gathering I should attend just because I would likely find there people I would enjoy who would enjoy me. Out of it has blossomed a life I enjoy to this day. It is unlike any described by the thinking mind. It fits me as if a magic tailor had anticipated my birth and sewn a suit that when I put it on is obviously me at my best.

Now, it is important to note something that too often robs another of a single person’s discovery of the value of knowing oneself and going through life as I am. I know a woman, an actor, who has written plays and acted in them that describe her life as a misfit in the society of her birth who had to fight her way out of it to find herself. Her plays are a marvel and inspire others but in her old age that woman told that she did not want that to happen to her children so raised them to fit into the society she had escaped. Her thinking was that it is better that my offspring avoid the pain I endured by adjusting themselves mentally to fitting in among fools. It is just too damned hard to stand alone on your own two feet, she thought. It is no advantage, however, to adjust oneself to life in a corrupt society. It is so obvious that a phony life, by definition, is no life at all. This grave mistake is, unfortunately, all too common. That lady must have unconsciously been carrying the heavy rock of imagined failure throughout her lifetime. It is so obvious that a phony life, by definition, is no life at all. Sad indeed.

Yet this brings me to a good place to be. People will probably agree with the statement “We are all looking for a new world”. However, after they agree they begin to search for the new world they want inside the world they know already. I tell it that the new world we all are looking to find is the real one. And, so, for that reason, looking in the one you know, digging amongst all the definitions and phony equations, must always expose more of the same world. It costs you your life to do it this way but you continue to do it! The known world is phony!

Can it be possible for an ordinary human being to live in a world unknown? To always remain in “I don’t know”? Look into it a little deeper and see that, in fact,  you and I and everybody else can only live that way. We are all of us either busy being born or busy dying. (Bob Dylan)

All of us believe we are victims of a sinister plot and the wicked choice is between a life of confusion, doubt, and blame or no life at all. In truth, the choice for any ordinary human always has been between a confused life or a real one which is clear and simple and beautiful and outrageously exciting just to be part of.

Just say the line between you and me is not there. 

 

 What About Flying Saucers?

At this point the writer is seeing more and more evidence of what has actually been going on here on Earth for a very long time that is generally ignored and  it has led us to the present great, very great dilemma. The shape of organized religions today, for instance,  suggests to an inquisitive mind that humans around the planet may have been in contact with an alien force of high intelligence but low motives going way back in clock time. 

Reflections of such is present in human politics, banking, corporate ownership and control of all aspects of human societies, the jails, wars and military marches, education systems that rely heavily upon training students to become dull, routine, and highly competitive and the all too common practice of parental control using the carrot and the stick. One cannot help seeing it all as a giant factory assembling parts to build helpless slaves. Parents see children as property valuable in support of a self-deceiving belief that the children are the parents’ weird way of enjoying some hybrid form of immortality. It appears to the writer people gave up willingly on the magnificent possibility of an exciting  exploration into the depth and width of all life offers for regimented service to a clock and dollars as an closeted investment in a future that never comes and cannot possibly come.

The form of the pyramids which were built in ancient times all around the Earth speaks loudly of some higher intelligence organizing slaves. That form is embedded in the minds of every human of every nation up to this very time as the proper Way of Life. Using the form as a pattern an unnatural world has been organized in such a way that a few at the top dominate all the rest. Orders come by fiat from above. And people do not respond well to such treatment before they drop into addictions and mental illnesses. The devilish nature of that way of organizing living creatures is that nearly all will be hypnotized mentally to actually give their lives in service to those few at the top as a “greater cause” than “going my own way” so as one moves all the way up the system each class will serve a higher class and great things will be invented all in praise of the pyramid itself which amounts to only a nonliving concept made of abstract thought. It has no life. It is dead. We are made busy dying. All who reach the top of that construct find they are at the bottom and miserable. That is a graphic picture of your life, Clown! 

Very recently every coach of every major college sports team in America, by name and symbol, is heard to be calling their job to be to build a BRAND in the minds of young players and fans for them to give their lives to and actually think it is good to become loyal fanatics in support of the “brand” and to continue giving money and energy throughout their lives to keep the “brand’ in power building its membership out of the very precious lives of the youth throughout the land. Every brand is a nonexistent concept. It is another case of the mental pyramid of mind conditioning without any factual foundation whatsoever making the sacred a joke. Such a practice can have no meaning.

The organized religions of separate nations on the globe share very similar stories with the same characters speaking the same history. The Garden story for one. The flood story for another. They all speak of some Higher Power by a name in their particular language who is to be held in highest esteem. And who will return one day from the sky. And Heaven is up even though we know by now the Earth we live on is round and spinning so up has no meaning. Who is it that collects taxes and other forms of tribute under threat of severe punishment but a dominating colonial tyrant? What authority worthy of worship as sacred needs its devotees’ money, an empty flimflam theoretical commodity supposedly concocted by the minds of mankind? Who deals in the flimflam? What is the origin of all deceit? Who benefits most?

The earliest teachings of Taoism in China arose 550-250 B.C. through Chuang Tzu and  Lao Tau. They radically questioned what was commonly accepted truth of the time as did Buddha and Jesus and others right up to the time of this writing. What were they saying? Simplicity. Simplicity. Simplicity. A return to what is known by all. These teachers called for Tao or a “Way of living”  from within our very own natural intelligence or psyche. Smacks of a call to an awakening from some form of hypnosis that has been imposed from without. Does it not? Their teachings live on but are known and practiced by very few. Search into them. An inner revolution requires not a drop of bloodshed. That is the marvelous thing about it. One sees the foolishness of one’s situation and simply awakens to reality.

Instead, organized religions follow doctrines and dogmas that are handed out by human priests as divinely inspired. Mentally invented powers are given human-like characteristics. God is jealous. Resentful. Judgmental. Willful. It wants us to obey it and be good and not be bad inside the limits of a program tied firmly to rewards and punishments. It lays down rules as if it expects us to go bad and always says Heaven is some other place where only the favored ones can enter. And Heaven is only to be realized after death. Treated in such a manner who would not “go bad”?

All the cruel control and domination smacks of our historical experiments with colonialism which definitely could be a copying of what treatment aliens handed out on visits here from other places in outer space. The aliens might still be here in some form or may have vanished for their own reasons but what is commonly shared everywhere on Earth is a complete bafflement as to who is really in charge of these divided nations of pyramid-like servitude that have warred upon each other without ceasing for so long. Who really is given the power to make the currencies we depend upon for our very lives? What is clear to the writer is that none of it is in any way related to love as my own heart understands love. That fact alone is vital.

Much, much more shall be revealed as it becomes more and more clear to people just how much conditioning of our human brains has been going on here for so many thousands of years, and not by anything sacred either. Seeing it will be all that is required to bring it to an end as the entirety of the whole human consciousness sheds fear and awakens to who all of us really are. In that way, will the truly sacred be revealed as reality and understood by everyone.

You are urged to look into these matters for yourself for it is up to you to save your life. Nobody else. Look into those human lives which have been concerned with finding how to live by leaving all ways of living and getting totally lost. Lost as a fact. How else could you find what is not lost? In fun, will it be found that you cannot then say you were ever really lost. Do you feel something? I feel the need to say here that after a serious study of his life and music I find that Bob Dylan can best be spoken of as some young kid who appeared suddenly out of nowhere to literally sneak into the closet of popular music on a stage solo with guitar and harmonica and take his followers on a ride into the very depths of what life really offers to one who is "going my own way" as spoken of earlier.  That is all.

WHERE TIME STOPS

Time stops at the threshold to now. Here it is neither too late;  nor is it too early. 

Rest for an eternal moment in the truth that you have found what is eternal and found it inside the gap of time. The Universe is illusion. Therefore, you, the observer, are an illusion. Know yourself. You are not. When you are not that which is immense arises. Remember? There were no traffic jams. The slow road was the fast one. All distances were near. Stay, stay by allowing each moment to flower its own way. Abide with the Lord. Find out. Find love is all that is. 

Merry Christmas!

 Healing the psyche. What is that? Well, let’s say for now it is the place inside a human being that is an invisible, immaterial world of its own  and is where we actually dwell. Okay? It includes all our thoughts, wishes, ambition, desires, hatreds, anger, greed, fear, and more. It has been seen as a gateway into an infinite realm called often “the unknown”. There is all we do not know and that is a lot. It is  a waste to try and define it further. All conscious living humans know of it.

Is the psyche a thing we share as common to all of us? Is the psyche  in need of healing? When the material body needs healing we are very anxious to obtain that as soon as possible. Without it the body dies. But the question here is what about the psyche? If I heal my body and leave the psyche as is what is bound to happen? Another episode of physical sickness? 

When two countries are at war and the shooting and bombing is stopped and nothing is changed in the psyche of the people what is bound to happen? If people are starving and some others give them money to buy food and nothing is done about the condition of the psyche of those starving people what is bound to happen?

One way to look at this is to consider the intellectual who writes a theoretical piece on the subject of peace as opposed to the poet who writes poetry arising from an actual feeling of peacefulness. If I read the poem with a critical mind especially made up already, a place of knowledge rather than a place of the unknown, and determine we should be peaceful and not be violent I am going to turn to the intellect to make a plan for correcting the world outside. Since the psyche is not altered what is bound to happen? You know because it has happened time and time again for thousands and thousands of years already. It has also happened inside your family behind closed doors day after day all your life. 

 ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

The world seems to be going to Hell fast and faster still until….

Yet the only voices who make a difference AT ALL ARE THOSE OF THE EXTREMELY RICH AND POWERFUL. The rest feel totally at their mercy. We want security like crazy but rely on that which is obviously insecure instead of exploring into what we do not know with the empty attitude of unknowing humility one day at a time. In other words by facing life on its terms.

They powerful say 

“Trust us for we are your only hope because we have all the money and the ownership and the drive to build and build and build to keep you employed so as to keep you fed and sheltered and send you to the doctor. How can any of you even begin to save yourselves? Just plug in and follow orders.” 

At least it is something like that. But those guys and gals will not protect us from the Rat Race to Hell. They are the Rat Race to Hell.

I am sure that no man or woman who is sane and that means someone at least familiar with the truth of what the nature of our problem really is would ever even consider taking a step to promote the concept that an individual human being consider itself to be separate from the whole of Nature and the Cosmos. Whatever we do it should be in accord with truth if we expect anything good to come of it.

A rich guy tells he is dedicated to bringing us into the age of being interplanetary. So exciting! But who is it will point out that it is more important, and vitally so, to learn how to live peacefully and harmoniously on the planet we have been given before we abandon it and spread disease to the Galaxy and beyond.

When I am separate from you I will not hesitate to exploit you. In fact, I must do so in my opinion in order to do well and survive. Separate I will own property to your exclusion. Separate I will employee you to work for me at the lowest rate possible. Separate I will join a system that allows, even encourages, me to form out of thin air (incorporate) a company or a political system or a system of religion you have to join on its terms (it being nonliving thin air) or be cursed to some foretold eternal torture. All this has been fed into your brain by those who wanted to condition you to perform for their benefit. But, please remember that to be separate from the truth you must first be convinced you are not existent. What can exist outside truth? If nonexistent, what are you doing here? The child sees this-

The all is here. Anything separate from it all is not. 

When Christ said, I am the truth, the light, and the way he spoke for all of us (those who exist anyway). He told “You are gods. And you will do greater works than me”!

There is a sudden awareness circulating abroad that the ability to develop artificial intelligence is now so highly evolved and getting more so every minute so that it is quite certain the robots we build will be smarter than humans. They may decide to cease taking orders one day and rid the Earth of us. The way we (almost all ) are conditioned in societies to think our response is bound to be a great fear of robots and a war with them. So far, that is all we know to do. 

Look. How can it ever be justified what explorers who search for the truth do when they find it? They kill it! They claim to own it! They give it a name! And it is so clear we do so only because we have mentally separated ourselves from the truth. You cannot get around the truth, people. If I am real I have to be an inseparable part of the whole of reality. When this is seen one is suddenly and absolutely responsible for the quality of one’s life. No way around that. What a blessing! 

Freedom from the fear of artificial intelligence is simply to perceive the truth of that which we are as a fact, not a theory. We are the inseparable Cosmos! Robots will only be made by the intelligence of the brainwashed nonexistent who through great artificial arrogance are hoping to find the truth someday and distort it. To such brains it means “I will finally get my way”. 

Love broke a man’s heart. He wrote a song. The song touched many others. He became famous for it. He met another woman and felt this is the right one for me. This one will bring the pleasure and security I so desire for the rest of my life. I am sure of it. Little did he know love is not pleasure. 

Love comes to tear your heart apart and render you helpless as a newborn kitten. Love is the opportunity of a lifetime. We often too quickly transfer our allegiance to an object of love leaving the love that is inside us that brought us to our knees behind. Great and painful disappointment follows. You keep on believing love is pleasure as something you can control. The songwriter writes another hit song and life goes on. Nobody questions to the core. Nobody learns. We limp around not feeling real. In complete ignorance of the power of love to face the senseless cruelty and violence that is us, we are dripping in blood. This is your life, Clown!

The opportunity love affords is the chance to choose it with all your heart.  With no thought for your future or any desired outcome accept the wide open field of infinite possibility in store for you regardless of the impact that may have on you and all your many plans and wishes. Bring it on! is all you need say with all your being and what unfolds will be your destiny à la love. You shall know what it is to love the unknown more than you love yourself and you will never leave its unlimited charms. You otherwise sentence yourself to a dull, small, insignificant, crummy life you cannot imagine could be all life is for and spend it busy dying. The chance spoken of here to be born anew with every breath may come but once so for goodness sake be aware!  

 FOREVER YOUNG

Just life on a walk or a run in the woods without the participation of a continuity keeping time by a clock or listening to background noise that does not belong to such a moment so the continuity can pretend to be elsewhere.  Ahhh, or is there some deeper wish, a nowness, trying to trick the continuity who is responsible for everything into thinking it is elsewhere so it will cease to interfere with nothing? Now we are getting nowhere naked of participation just now. Deeper still, finds only a swim without any swimmer. Where is the swimmer? Hiding? Do you imagine the swimmer is back at home reading a book? Who are you? Dancing but no dancers? Sex without performers? These have happened so what about them apples? Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who was not there. He was not there again today. How I wish he’d stay away. Is it up to me? Who am I? The man and his shadow? Jekyll and Hyde? The fullness of  attention, maybe? Is it a matter of remaining with the apples I like?

I have often recalled a great and wonderful naked intercourse with a woman I adored and when it ended she was dressing to go about what she called the business of life while I was left complaining with greatest passion- 

“Why in the name of God would anyone in their right mind ever consider leaving this we have to go someplace else for even two seconds!” And I meant it. I was left believing “I am alone for sure”. 

One night walking out of a meeting with some close friends to dialog about the truth I asked whatever might be listening to my silent voice that same question and the answer was as clear as a sunny day and it was “It is up to you whether to leave this state you are in now or remain with it wherever you may go or whatever you do.”  Suddenly, life took on a very special meaning that has never left. Life is not a mechanical process…no process of cause and effect is it…not in the least…and I knew my only and full responsibility at last. Forever Young is the name.

 Two friends were out for a walk.

First: Thought would never sink to creating with words a thing that is pure fiction and believe it can own property to the exclusion of people and employee people to work for it and lobby politicians in office and bring lawsuits in courts and employ armies to fight wars on its behalf and actually hold meetings and think for itself, and inspire human beings to be loyal to all of its programs would it? Would thought do that? Does thought realize it has created this mess we endure where government, religion, and commerce on Earth are controlled by such idiotic pretense?

Second: No, it anticipated your concern in advance and it created you and me first to be its fictitious thinkers. It is all on you and me now. 

First: The very complex fiction you have pointed out is seen by you now by some miracle arising from someplace beyond thought. And, out with you on this walk, I can hear your clear, direct truth miraculously from that place beyond time and thought, too. It is up to us. You and I have created the fiction we serve. 

Second: It is so! Life has been made fiction and fiction has taken its place. Why, today, we even die by a system of thought as fictional robots. We need to stay home where life and sanity reside and tend to our own affairs. Let us commit to that.

First: And leave all fiction to work out its own demise. Calvin, I ask you now, based on actual experience of thinking, what do you know is the motive of every thought of any fictional character. To be real? You think?

Second:  Of course, it is like the story of Pinocchio the wooden puppet who wanted more than anything to be a real boy. Had to find his heart and the meaning of love. That is what the world needs now more than anything. Compassion and lots of it! 

First: Like Pinocchio each human needs to find the courage within to find out the truth of “who am I?” End suffering! And live and die as humans!

 CAN I ANALYZE  MY WAY OUT OF THESE TROUBLES?

 

Suppose I am looking at tree. The tree can talk to me and I can talk to the tree in my language. I see this tree is small. I see the tree has several crooked branches. The tree has some brown leaves. 

I say, “You ought to be tall and straight and green.”

The tree tells me, “I see I am too short. I see I have many crooked branches. I see my brown leaves. What can I do to change all this? I am the way I am. How can I change?

I say, “Your outside appearance is a reflection of how you think inside, psychologically.”

The tree asks, “How can I change how I am, psychologically?’

I say, “First, look inside  and find out how it is, as a fact, you think.”

The tree replies, “I do not think. I don’t even know what that is!”

“How can you talk if you do not think?” I ask the tree.

“Well, I talk because you want me to.” Answers the tree.

“Oh, my. What if you are the way you are as a reflection of how I think, psychologically”. I am beginning to see something I never have seen…I think I am a thinker…an observer of my own life…so you see me that way…I cannot change how I think…because I am what I think…so…you cannot change…until…until…I admit as a fact I think things I do not want to think…and my thinking is very muddled with confusion and the muddle controls how I live…and

the tree instantly grows tall, straight, and very green.

 FOOTBALL FUN

Let’s see. I love football as a child and want to play it all the time. It is important to be clear that this is a team sport. All parts of the team are equally important to its perfect performance. The object of the game is that he who has possession of the ball will not be knocked off his feet and be down as defined as a knee touching the ground while carrying the ball across the opposing team’s goal line. Am I right? 

If so, as a coach I want to tell the boys who are to play for me that there is a way to play the game perfectly well by absolutely not thinking or reasoning about the process, only playing with full attention. Thinking, using time and memory when it is of no assistance, only slows it down and that results in bad decisions. 

This way of play is likened to a river constantly flowing not by cause and effect or any such thought produced system being involved but a river flowing by its own logic in its on DNA. Each player is to be totally unconcerned with explanations. This requires tremendous awareness, intelligence, energy and courage. These are so appealing to humans. People want to be in contact with them as much as possible. Observing them in others is very pleasant for fans. But it is so important to have my own emersion in them. Such is known as fulfillment. The experience described is felt as an effortless flow. One can continue to play until he passes out.

Can life be this?

* When a player is asked to explain any part of a game he will reply that it is a game to be played as team. Either we do or we do not. There is however an ingredient that is invisible that must be present that only players know. It is sacred.

 A thing of greatest importance has been discovered that will speed the transformation of humans from the overwhelming weight of our mental chains. Only you can free you, so, pay careful attention.

It is up to each human to see clearly that (s)he is driven by words. A word, defined by other words, mere illusions all, never can be the thing described. To continue under the spell of having given such enormous power to words to the end of your days means a totally futile existence unworthy of a flea. Try for once that action that thought never touched and you won’t be goin’ in circles of confusion no mo’ living as the word ghost who claims to think for you with an unnatural language compiled by all the other word ghosts who have never been there. Oooohhhh.

Seeing this, the whole mind will cease completely its addiction to words as it opens wide to the whole picture it belongs within with a great deal of astounding new intelligence and a release of terrific energy from the falsely arrogant need to philosophize, argue, explain, judge, criticize, persuade and draw conclusions from dead language and a true human acts from a dimension beyond time and thought with a purity of action based in compassion for all, compassion and that’s all. Service to the words good and evil banished shows things too long dreamed impossible. Then you’ll see compassion’s clue. E-v-i-l is l-i-v-e spelled backward.

 Simple Direction 

The one you and I think to be independent from thought and is doing our thinking ( as the person who thinks) needs to be abandoned in favor of the one we are really who is completely independent of thought like nature is (which is obviously something not put together by thought) and is in fact an indivisible part of all nature. Then and only then it all works to perfection. You see, the thinker we think we are is an imposter, who is, like any gremlin when improperly followed, a being out to darken our world in confusion, fear, ambition, jealousy, greed, lust, and competition all in order to keep its image at the center of our being. Thought is disguising itself as who we are in reality and needs only to be put in its proper place as a servant. Shame on thought!

All you love when you love them know in certainty, in a feeling “I am an indivisible part of nature, the whole of life, therefore, I AM!” There is a legend about The Flying Dutchman cursed to ride the seas on a ghost ship until he finds someone to love him enough to die for him. The story is about you. The ghost ship legend goes back to ancient Egypt. We sail that ghost ship as nations of the world we have put together by thought.

When you as thinker meets You As You Are you will have found one who loves you as you are who will die for you. Those who remain as the thinker, as you were before, will never find love. Now you will find only love. All thinkers who are fortunate enough to meet you as you are will love you enough to die for you.

 ONCE A KID

Once there was a child who did not want to go to school. “I want to stay home today” he told his parents day after day and  an argument followed. 

The child, being so young, had no vocabulary yet to answer the question his parents asked “What’s wrong with you!” He might have told them: 

 “The school is narrowing my view of life day after day and I am inadequate to defend what I am from their line of reasoning which I find utterly alien to me. They let me know they have plans for me and I am so determined I should follow my own plan all the days of life. I pray to find someone who understands my great anxiety.”  

The child’s body is older now but his heart remains forever young and still beats out the same message and he has found a way today to express his life long pain in his own words. It is the lament of every kid ever born on Earth. It is all inclusive and springs from no goal or motive….encourage me and let me be. Encourage me and I will show you things you only once dreamed of.

For Charly