The Nature Of What Is Happening

Frequently is heard, Why does God permit such atrocities?

Such thought arises is in a complete misunderstanding of what is happening. Something we had has been forgotten. We forget. Human beings forget. How? We become fascinated with what we are told we do not have but ought to have. Really, then, it is not so much a forgetting of truth as it is a foolish remembrance of what is not happening. In discomfort and confusion you are surely going to overlook what you have.

When you have forgotten the meanings behind the different clouds speaking in a language you once understood in the skyway you are hopelessly lost. You will not prepare for what is coming. God is speaking, we are ignorant and thus no longer listening. That is what is happening.

Someone blames God. Someone thinks God is cursing us and proposes to make sacrificial offerings to appease an angry Creator. But someone looks to the sky and foretells, Tomorrow is going to be a good day for fishing. (The Old Man and The Sea, a movie based on a novel by Ernest Hemingway.)

We might concern ourselves mutually with the question, Can I learn to remember? Regain what I had? Clouds remain. Interested? If something stirred in you, pay attention. Next day, remember. Pay attention. Keep it up. You will be aided from countless resources you did not know were available.

If others are as lonely as we are wouldn't it be ignorant to remain
apart?

The Joy Of Letting Be

A population becomes divided, thinking muddled through argument, and it progresses to be a more and more divisive force until lines are drawn by faulty thinking. A line has been drawn between those who say we are what we are, dammit, and must do the best we can to remain with heads above the water line; these times being harsh; and tho' we hope for better ones and all the rest the strong will always prevail so we have to rid the world of troublemakers so as to save the ones worth saving and leave the weaker behind and the God we serve is the One who's on our side; and those who proclaim we must change and shoulder the duty to care for the lost and weakest among us and make this a better world for all to equally share and play fair and dare to stretch forth a hand of mercy to prove we care so God will be there to light our way and bless us each day so the rich are to be made to loose their hold on the wealth and pour forth enough of what rightly belongs to everyone or stand before the bar of judgment and be punished.

All of it amounts to a muddy bucket of disputation, Should we do this or should we do that? Wars are made of that.

Watching a movie based on a play by a distinguished playwright there was portrayed before my eyes and ears a struggle between the wealthy War Lord and the Salvation Army. At the end, the disputants decided to join forces seeing there was good and bad on both sides. I had little hope this gesture was genuine or going to resolve anything really but at least it had a morsel of truth behind it...everybody's lost. Yet, a congress of fools is only that. Not going to change a tat.

Wisdom. What is it? Seeing that when the body sleeps all is folded into one, a journey is begun that can be the beginning of a winding back home to the start and by doing nothing discovering. One discovers we have what was never lost. It works for the individual and it works for any who see it to be so. Suddenly, one has real appreciation as if for the first time. Simply realizing it, one prefers it to pride. In this way of life there are no leaders, only trusted servants. All relationship is seen to be that between equals. Nobody need busy himself in the building of civilizations of masses of people just like him. That job was done at the beginning by some Governor who insists upon remaining anonymous but who knows us well. The only task is an unlearning and a letting be. I do not want you to take my word for it. No. I think not for someone else. There is no charge for this. Find out yourself. That which causes each rose to bloom I see in you.

If others are as lonely as we are, wouldn't it be ignorant to remain apart from them?

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After the Fall

it just might be

that when both Adam and Eve began to pout

after The Great One cursed them then said,

“Well, those two certainly did not pan out”

that God thought since they'll stone ya when you try anything 

new He'd make another thing or two.

He called it Porcupine, adding, It is good. And. That'll do.

And added, They will surely regret trying anything out of line 

with Porcupine.

Pleased, 

God forgot all about people we just escaped His Mind

And in that way, we betrayed holy spirit and we forsook 

the divine

The Hive Of Man

Any hive of bees is proof the way is here and it is now. Twas no solemn oath made me as I am. And none such nonsense can add a twiddle to my stature nor my worth. Furthermore, my true calling is beyond the grasp of any but a god. I am human. Oaths are insults to dignity. Today is no dress rehearsal. Now is my only moment!

Was anyone made to be a Jew? Was anyone made to be a Comanche? In both cases the position taken is you cannot afford to be who you are. I say, I cannot afford not to. Were you not truly made to be what is nameless and free? Can any betrayal be more serious? Are you not by the very betrayal destined to be enslaved? You and I have to serve somebody. Think. DO THOSE YOU HAVE DECIDED TO TRUST TO BRING YOU HAPPINESS HAVE IN THEIR HANDS ANY HAPPINESS TO BRING? Not one single ounce! They are not to blame. They have not what you need. In fact, they need it too. What is obviously demanded is a world where all nations are called by one name.

When a people are willing to stand as they are, naked and separate, anonymous, humble, absent guile, and tell the truth a discovery that is shocking is to be made. We are one, not on the outside, but within. As made, we are one. All of us, one. No exclusion. All people are my own people.

The Poetry of Simple Release

by Jon Harvey Smith

There have been seen so many who, trapped inside illusion and suffering, come to realize the suffering of many poses an opportunity to accumulate material wealth upon which grand illusion rests for its support. They offer to help change things for the better in exchange for money (security as they see it) to gain an advantage. They are helpers, they say. So, they work out some talent that will pull the wool over the eyes of a sizable number of social contacts to fool a sufficient number into believing they have answers who are just as lost as everybody else. They make a living off deceit. They know it and do their best to deny it. I tell this as one who practiced it. Other helpers similarly situated assist them and they, in turn, assist those, calling them colleagues. It only turns out to show that no real change is going to be possible from listening to anything that clings to the rules of a system that has created mass suffering and so the suffering grows to the extent more and more people believe they are insufficient and need to change into something else, something more. Such malarky opposes living reality itself and is more of the same failed swill that caused the sickness in the first place. Envy abounds. Greed festers. Competition gets nasty.

There are offshoots we know about. Organized crime. Conspiracy theories. Fanatical groups call for extinction of all who are disbelievers. Assassinations, torture, acts of terrifying violence, and wars grow out of this murky mire of ignorance for which humans alone are responsible. If any other branch of nature is having problems today it is the direct result of human failing human. It is so very important, though, not to go blind to the truth that it is all tied to the acts of men and women of goodwill who are wearing the robes of respectability who began the fall into illusion and drive its downward progress.

The most damnable aspect of this mess we call society is that it prepares a fertile ground to plant nonliving seeds that grow into a type of artificial forest of strong, dead trees impossible to see around or over or under which act as proof positive to most that to be human is to be just one of the lost sheep shearing others because the well-intentioned shearers have no choice. We are after all only human is the too well-worn excuse. It is actually, by now, somewhat disgusting to everybody involved. That is why it is time to call it by name.

God needs human beings like God needs nails driven into Its hands and feet.

Personally, I do not trust a story about a perfect God who makes people who arrive in need of a book and a teacher with credentials and membership in a group who build temples of bricks or stone. It makes more sense to me to figure the teachers, the books, and the temples have driven innocent children mad enough to require institutionalization in places where they can be dressed, fed, and watched lest they harm themselves or others.

Release is for the living. It is found by seizing the one opportunity one has never before tried. It is found by daring. Daringly let go of all but what one had at the beginning of life for one sees that acquisition is illusory. This means one learns what one truly wants. But to find what one wants has always depended upon first knowing who you are. One artist* had the nerve to tell that a poem is forever nontransferable, cannot be bought or sold. Remains forever a part of the one who wrote it.


That is the heart of it. The term poetry stands for all forms of artistic expression of every nature, known and unknown. Once that be firmly established, I say, simply, one has to write one's own poem or stay eternally damned.

                                                                 
*Tennessee Williams, who put his poetry into plays that continue to wrack the souls of men.