There once was a boy who played on a ball team that lost not a single game.  

Championship after championship came and went and for these the kid has passed up so, so, so many other  gifts he never knew even existed. The kid filled a trophy case but holds not a hint what went missing from the more than 500,000 hours of his life. Yet he does know one thing…he is angry enough to kill.

 What Is Death?

A very great filmmaker has shot a scene to depict an early dinosaur mother witness the death of her offspring so as to remind us that we have come almost no distance from that mother’s wonder in all our efforts to progress as a species. We know nothing of death. We fear it. We try to escape the fear. It can be seen that just about every activity of man is concerned with an escape from the fear of death. We have theorized after-death possibilities but all are so ridiculous when examined for the simple reason that the thing we so much want to be immortal is definitely mortal. Of course it is the very thing that is created in order to escape the fear of its death that is bound to die. Or, was it the other way around? Was the fear created as soon as we invented the self? Do they go hand-in-hand? Ask a fox. 

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

What Has A Man Got?

The only thing we have when we get down to it is life. Beyond thought and time and self-pity, is life. And life, nothing else, is sacred. Have you found it? The question to be discussed over together here is this one: are you going to live your life or are you going to try and live the life another has told you is prepared for you by the best human thinking? Perception unaided by another is the source of a real life.

To struggle to understand what being alive has been or is all about is bound to leave one empty and unsatisfied…just, oh well, that was not much, but that’s it, I reckon, only a mess with no meaning really. Then one is left only with the hope granted by some theoretical after-life where I’ll see all my friends and family again, but as what? Saints? Angels? Or, perhaps reincarnation theoretically appeals as hope that I am not to end when this body dies. Investigate into the probability that the whole reason for being alive is to be found in being alive rather than by some theory concerning what comes after death.

There remains the question of death. The one most dreaded subject. What is that? Is death the end? To find out one must die..to everything…while still alive. Or miss the only thing we have…life. Life had no beginning and has no end and to know that one must die. So death is definitely not the end. 

What is being discussed here actually makes good sense. It is simple, clear, and rational. The only thing we have when we get down to it is life. When the body, the organism, dies we are clear that all that can end is an image that has been trained mentally to call itself by name and pretend to exist inside that body as a spirit or a thinker or both which can be held responsible for the thoughts and actions of the body. Actually, the brain does the thinking and by the the word “spirit” the brain means I do not know what I am talking about and this “word” is my challenge to hate and fight anybody who exposes that fact. We know the body stays here as organic matter of the Earth itself. Well, of course, thinking and time must end. So, what lies beyond time and thought?  That is shocking news!

The writer is reminded of an old joke that happens to be of great depth and importance. The fellow said, “I wish I was the man my dog thinks I am.” What is it the dog is so clear about? 

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

 

LOVE & ATTACHMENT

A holiday, a vacation, a wild lark, what is it? Why is it so attractive? When you get one you immediately have a problem. How do I make use of it? Many people never do get the hang of real fulfillment from these days or hours off. They worry the whole time.

Let me suggest that the reason the concept of a day off is so appealing lies in the letting go of all your attachments if only for a brief time. The feeling is a kind of freedom. The freedom comes from a letting go within your mind of a thousand attachments. The mind then is able to contact the eternal. Eternity is not a long, long time. This is so important to understand. Eternity is outside time. How does it feel? Like a rolling stone? It is most important that a rolling stone is not in a position to stop its rolling. Something else will have to stop it. It will have to attach.

When you go for a lark you are willing to give yourself permission to let go of attachments in order to do this unusual thing that sounds to you like it should be fun. For example, you cannot climb a mountain carrying all your furniture on your back. You cannot drive two cars there. You cannot bring all your friends with you. You cannot bring a library of books along. Now, ask your mind, is it possible for me to end all my attachments completely to experience eternity now while I am alive? Be still. Do not try for an answer. Let the question answer itself. It will if you mean it and won’t tamper. The answer when it comes will blow your mind and you will weep with joy and feel absolute gratitude for your life.

When a man and a woman marry they could, could they not, consider that they are letting go of all attachments to free themselves to find out together who they really are? Any other way is beginning a marriage in deceit and assuring neither spouse will experience the eternal truth until the last day of life. It amounts to “I, the attacher, who has attached all my life, wanting to go free as an adult now hereby attach to you!” Can it be seen love does not enter that picture. 

The only legitimate marriage has to be in the nature of ending the life of the attacher to discover whether I am capable of loving anyone. It has been told that if you ever plan to marry first learn to love a  bug, then a rock, then a cloud, then the Sun and then, maybe, you can be ready to love another human being.

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

The Real Crisis

 Things are not as we wish them to be. Why is that?

Could it be the direct result of nearly everybody living here as memories recorded on each brain as the history of a phony who knows itself by a name given it by other phonies measuring itself by abstract thoughts fed it by one or more of the many schools of thought? Phonies have one primary flaw. They are caught in a small world where the primary issue is to maximize pleasure and minimize pain. It is supposed by phonies that the superior ones among them who do this well will be the winners. Winners of what? It is called success. It should be spelled “SUCKCESS!

The source of pleasure is the source of pain. That is a fact nobody can change. So, trying to control pleasure and pain is a fool’s game. 

It is a lottery where the winner loses all. If you find yourself at the top you are actually at the bottom. 

Here is why that is. Those who live the way of pleasure never address the consequences of their action until things get so far out of hand that they are in crisis. People in crisis make terrible decisions. Only a quiet mind at rest can act in wisdom and bring harmony. Until there is peace inwardly the phonies will struggle to bring pleasure which…brings more pain. And it continues. Then the party is over.

We are in crisis on Earth now. Only a few who have found peace within will know what action to take. In silence there is no choice to be made. That is the reason for taking the time and effort to write this down hoping someone will realize the only real choice is always open to drop the phony personality and give maximum effort to finding a peaceful mind that ends debate. A peaceful mind will never be caught alive considering pleasure or pain to feed or avoid on behalf of  a phony personality. It purely and truly acts now by certainty absent choice. This, the real choice, actually, believe it or not, permits some to live in paradise side-by-side among phonies who tremble.

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