Human's Nature

I have been considering the understanding that governments and religions cannot bring peace but individual humans can. It is a grasp of the simple and obvious and is missed because we have for so long been transfixed by the world’s spin on things that keeps us in servitude of fictions waiting for the world to change. 

You see, all attempts by us humans to organize ourselves amount to make-believe. Such nonsense  calls upon our imaginations to pretend there is a nation, a religion, and all the little branches of both where there are no such beings in existence. Yet we are asked to serve them as a duty more certain than our duty to ourselves. We exist. They do not. By following such a shaky path without reason we force ourselves into an awful corner there to admit to ourselves and our children we are, by nature, lacking. 

The incredible cooperation and interdependence the creative force of the Universe made and placed solidly in command as unshakable truth is called by us, “nature”, and we think and talk of it and behave as if we are not it but separate from it. That organization, though, is as certain as birth and death. Breath and no breath. None escape its power. 

In the heart of each thing that exists is its nature. To that all but humans are bound to bow in loyal obedience. True peace is undoubtedly the knowing in one’s heart that to align with true, actual power is its (the heart’s) nature. Peace is felt not theorized. To feel I am, as I am, inseparable from Creation’s handiwork and so as such will always be true to the whole tapestry of nature without choice and having thereby no conflict with any part of it as separate from me means as a practical matter obvious to a child that peace is my nature.

By nature, you are an angel who came to Earth to show by your life the way home.

Whooper’s Dream

I dreamed Bob Dylan came to my yard.  Told me life had led him here to see me. 

Then up stepped some others. Walt Whitman and Allen Ginsberg had come with Bob while J. Krishnamurti brought Prem Rawat. Albert Camus came, too.There was Alan Watts and Gangaji and there was Mooji and some whose names I did not remember. Bill Wilson and Bob Smith came anonymously. One, who wore a mask, whispered to me he was the anonymous author of The Heart Sutra. Another added he was the anonymous author of the Book of Hebrews and Ecclesiastes, both. That was confusing. Each one who came told me he or she was here for no reason they knew. Just came. Drawn to come to my attention. Oh, I remember Abe Lincoln had come. Billy the Kid came. And Joan of Arc.

I replied, I think I may know why.  I am here because I know that governments and religions cannot live together in peace but human beings can. That is big medicine, they all agreed.

My experience in putting that knowledge into practical application is unique enough to be noticed,  I realized. I know any attempt to work with organized man on the subject of peace is a waste of time. We need the intelligence and strength and reliability of unorganized man…man and the God of his understanding, someone very much like everyone else, and I literally mean everyone else, to tackle the job 

of cleaning up this mess.

The job calls for someone to keep closely aligned with a clear understanding that this job is for everybody, not a handful, everybody, without exception, and yet nobody will be coerced to join and anybody is free to join up at anytime he or she wishes. 

That much I can do. I am capable of doing one. Thing well. Ha! I hollered. And awoke myself. But, just before I did, I was promised I’d probably be charged as a heretic, a sorcerer, and a cross-dresser.

Truth? I used to know there was nothing that is really true. All is relative and there is only nonsense. Best to learn a way to live with it. But I know a story. I am the story. When I hear somebody else telling a story and it jives with mine, well, I feel it is true. One day someone told me that nothing is true. I think that, too. I thought. Then I felt I had found there is something true. It struck me as sacred knowledge. Not originating by the intellect. Another told me that he was incapable of being honest. Me, too. I thought. Again, I felt I had been introduced to an honesty in me. Crystal clear honesty. It also felt sacred to me. Something more than meets the eye is aware of my existence. Actually, it is how I know I exist. I exist by not existing as a person separate from everything else. I did not know I could forget all about me. It feels real good. Peaceful. Blissful. Tender. What is amazing is to discover how much more effective I am in the world when I have forgotten I exist as a “thing”. That is about all I know about truth. 

One more item: there seems to me to be a corruption that occurs when time and thought come together as psychological time and it makes lies up all day long. I discovered what I call a gap in psychological time I can escape through which puts me into that blissful state I mentioned. I merely call up the gap (making it a thought) and it throws my brain into a sudden, complete stillness.

Good fortune be yours.

WHICH DOG?

I am what I am into now.  That is true because life only comes into me as now. It may be small and mean and selfish and petty nonsense I am into or it may be something of beauty and kindness and generosity.  It is my call. Both are in me. It is a black dog and a white dog and the one I feed, that is the one who will win. There is really no room in the tiny space of now for a name, a reputation, an address, an occupation or an affiliation. Gotta just act as I am and accept its consequences. Who am I going to be? Which dog have I been feeding more?

What Can Be Known (Lived) By All Of Us?

My daughter and her husband and my grandson are living at a beautiful meeting place in Santa Elena, Costa Rica that has been shut down in response to COVID-19. It appears to me a very nice arrangement and at just the right time for them.  How many other shut down buildings could be homes for the homeless today? This morning I came to a feeling that all is well for all of us and we know it. Really have known it always. We, each human being, like Walt Whitman and Bob Dylan, contain multitudes and know it. It would seem the Friends Group is taking care of the needs of my son’s  family during this unwanted experience shared by all worldwide. Friends who share at that level are taking care of themselves and each other simultaneously. That, not governments nor churches, is the simple solution that someone is trying to remind us is so. Churches and governments are stymied. And, forgetting their very teaching and preaching, fail to turn themselves full bore into dedicated helping enterprises for the needy. And, by the way, we are all needy and now must know it. It’s always been up to us, not them!

My son fed 10 people breakfast yesterday.  It is a very fine plan we are. I am being taken care of in place by the same truth. Have been for 25 years or more. Be you.                                               

Be I am. Multitudes must follow immediately. So be it. It is done.

The Gap of Time

So, like a fragile, yet brave flower 

I shall begin my new world 

and stripped of memories 

know who I am.

                                   

AM WHAT I AM

I wanna try something.  It may make a difference for somebody. I am going to write to you, the reader, whatever name you happen to call yourself, that you are and always have been someone who does not want anything. You are not attached to a wanter. Period. The wanter you serve was planted in your brain as a young child to control you…by aliens. These people were not even human. They looked like humans and talked like humans. But they were aliens to your heart as a child and now. All you have to do to be free of their power is to see who you were as a child and are still. (Actually, the aliens I have mentioned are just like you and do not know it.) Soak in my words. This is like a jail break only nothing is really holding you back outside of you.

You may choose to remain wanting, trying to feed a wanter believing you can satisfy that monster someday… or else, simply be, paying attention to what you have instead of what you have not. It is all you need. Nothing else matters. It is decency. You are its agent. God can be understood as the reality which created a world which contains such a merciful, graceful, kind possibility that only requires you to accept your existence as enough. It then, for you, becomes Existence. 

By that knowledge you are absorbed in God's love. That is humility. That is human being.

So simple. As part of your training from non-humans, you were taught to imagine fulfillment of your dream was a black hole to be feared. It is, in truth, the doorway to paradise on Earth for you as you finally understand you. Then decency is all there is to be considered.