The UnGodly Dance of Good with Evil

All is One.

There is no sufferer.

Step by step: (we go)

1. You say you are not satisfied?

2. That matters not.

3. There is nobody here who is satisfied so look again into the question of Who Am I.

I recently found myself to be satisfied believing it was my duty to clean up a pile of shit so huge it seemed to me to be impossible to accomplish short of great, unwanted suffering. It may sound crazy but it was my time to learn what happens when one can see no alternative but to accept utter defeat, alone. Searching ends suddenly. Ceasing the search to find what one does not have reveals a still mind in a body afloat on a lake of deep satisfaction. Presto! A new intelligence arises. Tremendous energy with passion is available. Do not wait for me to tell you what it means.

Ask: Whatever caused me to think that what is difficult for me is bad and wrong?

By that, I mean, what caused me, as artist, to find it necessary to paint over the situation at hand with the color named difficult. It is, after all, the situation that is. I used to wonder whether it is possible for someone like me to refuse to accept the idea that when trouble arises I have to oppose it rather than merely to face it, deal with it, and end it. That is, never to let trouble take root in my mind. That is, to dump all bad memories and toss the color of difficulty away from my palette. That is, never again to open a drawer in the brain labeled memories of bad times, and be done with the practice of good and evil; and, by so doing, to know that God and Devil are one.

Many reading this will recoil at the suggestion of forgetting evil on the belief it is by remembering evil that we keep it at bay. Ha! Look at history. For all such persons evil remains attached to every good idea that will occur, generation after generation, unto the end of time. Consider the scripture: For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, the very thing I dreaded has happened to me, and what I fear most overtakes me. In that scripture it is possible for one to see his own role in every conflict.

I want to suggest here that it is my memory of evil that inevitably causes someone else to feel abuse in an evil manner which he must never forget and so on and on conflict will be passed until people find themselves in a situation exactly like the one we face today on Earth in 2017. All statesmen(women) and politicians speak thusly:

“Because we do not have peace we must go to war even though war can never bring peace.”

Peace is not the opposite of war. War is a fool's search for peace. Peace is the presence of itself in the union of good and evil. It comes to all who want it passionately enough to clean up their own shit without expecting a reward. It comes. It just comes like a promise fulfilled.

Chapter 5

Long ago, but after the beginning, it was impossible for one human being to strike another in anger. We knew ourselves to be the other. In that state, killing was not going to happen. Something went wrong.

Marriage is the name for a certain type of purchase of each party by the other. In fact, all attempts to manufacture a feeling of belonging are always going to be as a practical matter a sellout on both sides. Every contract, sealed or otherwise, is born from mistrust.  I once heard a wise man tell it that from the point of view of a Martian, for example, watching a Marine drill instructor discipline a bunch of recruits it would be logical for the alien to think the instructor who yells and threatens at the top of his lungs is begging the others to please do what he wants of them. Everybody had been bought. In another word: artificial life had been manufactured.

One must see for himself that there are these illusory ties that we have grown to serve to the point of death. The real ones, those given at birth to all- the real ties -those ones demand we grow to serve love and life and by so doing life and death are known to the obedient to be one. Fear is absent. Peace reigns.

As I see it, one thing is above all required to bring about a change of sufficient passionate force that nothing and nobody can prevent the arising of the longed-for realm of peace out of the ashes of a long, long line of warring and that one thing is to know that the value of the single life of the lowest, least worthy human being on Earth is far, far greater than the total combined pseudo-national interests of every flag waving citizen on Earth when considered through the eyes of the innocent. Until this is clear, one is to remain a slave in a darkness so great no amount of money and no armed force of the greatest magnitude can save you or the ones you claim to love. On the other hand, one glimpse into the heart of truth will set a man or woman free forevermore. Only the innocent love. But, listen closely, all people, all, at heart, remain innocent unto death.

In innocence will we know it is so that a human being is made by the same living force that set the Universe in motion and created it all. While all nations, all states, all counties, all cities and all marriages are the creation of man alone, writings on paper of mere words forged in spiteful disregard of the Master Building Plan, saying, in essence,

Thanks, but we follow You not. We know better.

Greetings from the Heart of Austin, Texas

I awoke at 5:45 in a beautiful setting by Zilker Park and Barton Springs Pool refreshed and eager to join the day.  Did my meditation and then my exercises. After coffee, a friend and I went to a meeting at a club my sponsor helped to start here many years ago.  It was like coming home. We passed a house near what was Willie's club in my heavy drinking days called the Texas Opry House.  Waylon played there many times and Merle and so many other great ones. 

I was telling Howie afterward, it is clear to me I am on a real adventure that began about one year ago to the day in Costa Rica with my children, Ran and Shannon. I am in the middle of a changing of the guard. Santa Cruz is but the watchword for the whole big thing. Timing. Waiting. Being.

Love, 

Johnny W

A Sort Of Song

Yet Not One

When a young boy who was read to often trembles to recall the following sentence:

“All good things come to those who wait upon the Lord.”

and, try as he might, that boy took it wrong

and love showed its meaning to him

that one now wants to tell of it

For, you see, I only thought I knew back then. Thought. Words. Definitions. Logic. Rules. I had no one to teach me, to initiate me, into vital truth. In ancient times every child was initiated to live as human among humans. These were the uncivilized tribes. Civilization came into being as a convenient way for robbery to occur. So convenient is it that the victim of the robbery actually praises the robber and gives thanks for the theft and pledges allegiance to the robber for life. How do you like that?

And, the robber called the true God Satan

and had the temerity to call itself God the Almighty and things like, “The Lord of Your Nation”.

And, a singing poet (who everyone wondered how good could he be) asked, “If you are on our side, Who will stop the next war?” And I was among those who failed to understand for a long time.

What was robbed? Was it valuable? You bet. The most precious of all. The night pearl. It is the night pearl who knows the meaning of all scripture. It is the night pearl who waits upon the true Lord. It is the night pearl who knows that waiting is not what you have been taught to believe. Waiting is not inaction. To wait is to be fully awake and aware. You can witness such waiting by watching a wild, free bird who lands for a time within your sight. So alert and present checking every angle to know what is also present, the bird will not miss the gifts that are being broadcast by the true Lord to every night pearl listening. The source of those gifts is the true God. Waiting is living in a state of grace.

To wait in this sense is to never allow yourself to go forward without a true connection to the same thing that guides the bird and all the rest of the world of living things. It is like saying to a young driver, “Do not forget the car you drive requires fuel or you will surely regret it.”

If you are like I was you might reply, “But I don't know how to wait like that!” My purpose has to be to give a call and you must answer and that is the beginning. You were robbed and you must get riled up about it and then listen like the bird to what you are told. Something has to awaken the night pearl inside of you. It knows. The robbery occurred through illusion which distracted your attention from that pearl within. It now welcomes you to return on its terms. It will spell out the terms. And then it will be so that

“All good things come to those who wait upon the Lord.”

The world of human fools….hmmmm. I want to discuss all of humanity. Three kinds. The first type denies it is a fool. So, never does anything at all to address its situation. Just a fool throughout. Nearly all leaders fit here. The second group realize they are fools and call themselves fools or idiots very often as if that will save them from the wrath of what has no patience with a fool...and then there are the final group, and it is very small by comparison to the other two groups I have described. These ones know themselves to be fools all right but have about themselves just a sparkle of diligence which sets them apart...just barely...only barely...they resolve to do something about it and what they do is to watch the others and deliberately refuse to follow them. That is, we often do just the opposite of what we see others doing. We appear at times almost wise. That about sums it up for now.

Anony mouse ly Live

So, Lose The Do-er

The Divine is the master and agent, there is no do-er. Lose it. Divine has chosen its human form. Then, deliberately, divinity is forgotten. It likes a mystery. It wants to be shown that it can go under the spell and return. The divine plays games with itself to forget its nature for the pure joy of reuniting in the annihilation of the do-er. It is time to come home.

The conceited, self-centered do-er has got to stop someday, why not today? Drop it. In your life lose it, not anybody else's. Why? There is so much energy bound up in the concept of some “I” who is doing “My” life. Wasted! To drop the conceptual do-er frees all that tied up energy to be used in service of Divinity. And the flame of divinity can light many other candles. What a sight that is going to be.

A drop of divine left in dirt on Earth with all the correct elements has one power, one chance to free itself. It chooses to stand up. It takes 4 billion years but who is counting? Its one advantage is that it can remember its nature and in so remembering choose its awakening. Make the choice now.

With all that energy freed nothing will be left undone. Whoever hears this and follows will be aware of a blessing. This truly is the revolution wherein no blood is shed. Verily, I tell you that you can do this miracle and nobody else need even know about it yet you will live as a god is supposed to live. The only difference between you at this moment and a god is to be found in anonymity- the foundation of a new life.

You have been told you can overcome your terrible difficulties by accepting each one. You can try. Try and try and try. But relief will only come to those who admit, “I cannot accept this tragic condition which besets me for I am the one who is attached to sorrow”. With that deeper gesture of acceptance comes a sudden realization, oh, I am not that. I am dirt. I am the dirt divinity has chosen to mold into a body to live temporarily then return as dirt in peace.

Stories-

(Even the Best, Are Not good For You)

I want to complain of the basic idea that stories are good for people. Stories do not imitate a life.

Always they distort. How many times have you heard the phrase It's only a story? We try to teach and to learn about life through them. Telling. Listening. Getting a message. Swearing, I shall apply its message to my own life. The story which reveals to you that you are not going to be able to tell a story that will save you is the only one that can help. For, you see, a story is drawn from a hole in the mind and is listened to by that part of a listener's mind which is the part that creates problems in the first place. A mind can be a troublesome thing. By telling stories, it appears to be solving the problems it caused. Actually, it is increasing their numbers rapidly like flies or rabbits. Even the Great Sherlock was acting so. You do not even learn from your own experience much less the experience of others! Stories have been used by Masters for ages as instruments telling only of how easily your are tricked...again and again the same trick. You see that and continue to be tricked by it. You pay your money then you bow before idols all in exchange for the trick.

You have a murder on your hands. What is to be done? Pin it on somebody and murder them. That will teach people not to murder. Shortcuts? Convenience? Surely, a path to foolish behavior is not to be praised as a shortcut just because it offers convenience.

It seems we love stories we tell and retell and nothing good is gained from them. Stories work like liars when they lead you to believe in them. Stories have a beginning, middle, and end. They work out. There's a point. There's a mile-marker. Life is nothing like a story. Life happens. Life never misses a beat. It runs away from you while you busy yourself trying to make sense of it. What are you trying to accomplish? Life is here and it is overwhelming you for the love of excited enthusiasm. You cannot overwhelm it. MAKE A FRIEND OF IT. A man says I will accept life when it makes sense to me. One should say, life makes sense to me when I accept it. (Not the story, life.)

Stories are distractions from life. As such, they are highly valued by those who are upset and depressed. Knowing this, stories are highly valued by those who would make a buck or two from the downhearted and gain a following of fools. There are so many so desperate for a fix. So, life contains stories because so many are afraid to live. It is the substitute of choice. A good story puts you to sleep. It would be better for you to be upset.

Imagine telling a story about the ocean to explain it to someone. Rather take them to the beach. And wait. In silence. Let the ocean speak in its language to the one who would know about it.

That brings us straight to the point to be made: the presence holds the key to my real life. It may feel like a shadow friend to an authentic self. Make its introduction. Present your self to it. Initiate a true bond of lasting friendship; something bold and unknown. Initiate obedience to life. Transcend the envelope of story. Leave all heroes behind.