Ceasing Thinking of Ourselves

Some who think of themselves as religious will say some words like “We lift you on High, Oh Lord”.

They use these words but do not realize that the words were first uttered to mean  “We escape the bondage to thinking to meet with You, Oh Lord of Existence!” 

And, very importantly, we fail to realize to meet with such a One has nothing to do with concentration at all for we are always there. So we become joyous about actually lifting a veil of nothing, A newborn infant is aware. There is no effort to it. In fact, effort will lead to more confusion. 

We are but becoming aware of how we are the intellectual servants of words. By that understanding we awaken as who we are actually. And not by “practice”! We see the absurdity of thinking a “practice” can lead to truth. That error is assignable to the misuse of a brain to figure out a way to become what I am not rather than being a friend to my true nature.

At the beginning sentence above it was written that people “think” they are religious. Such people are slaves of thought which is mechanical. Thought is fine for finding an address to a meeting place but lousy as a boss of living. All such mechanical people are dangerous to children and animals and plants, all living things, including themselves. 

Out beyond right doing and wrong doing is a field where there is no such thing as distraction for there is no such thing as inattention, both mere words. Zero effort is required to be there where by nobody else’s system we playfully live lives of happy, pure, unconditioned  children. The mentioned field lies inside us way, way out beyond all thoughts. There will be found Heaven on Earth. I am not suggesting you think about this matter. That would be crazy! Doubt it! But check it out. Examine into how you use your own mind.

ATTENTION IS ALL THERE IS

Do not think about your God, rather pay attention to your thinking and lie wisely at home in the bosom of your living Lord in complete attention.

Life is sufficient unto Itself.

 

 CAN I BE THE LEGEND OF MY LIFE?

Perhaps the only thing you and I can agree upon without a reservation is the fact we are both alive now. I live as I write. You live as you read this. Do you know how to waste a life? You should. I will tell you. It is to spend it in a practice that is supposed to  lead you to a certain goal or dream of yours. Call it peace or enlightenment or contentment or true love or salvation or total security or a championship or retirement or whatever you like. To do that is to trick yourself out of a life. I listened to some folks talk awhile about the legendary outlaw Billy the Kid. All of them admired the Kid and most were convincing in stating “there was something about him I can relate to in me” but none could say what that was with the slightest degree of certainty. I have studied the Kid’s life and as I listened I felt what in me those people were trying without success to express about him. They ended pretty much all saying “well it’s what a legend is all about and we make a legend of him” then love him, adore him even. What is a legend? It never dies. It lives on and keeps on affecting people long after the death of the person who became the legend. Right? I suggest to you a legend is the truth about who we, you and I, are but deny. Is it not an obvious fact that as long as I deny who I am I cannot claim to be living? Look closely into that. And into the fact that who I am not is living my life. Billy the Kid it is told died quite young but he lived a life however short or long. Measurement or comparison is absolute nonsense here. Did I live? That is the question. 

Mother Teresa, Rumi, Robin Hood are some other legendary names. All religions trace from a legendary figure. Why are we so drawn to a legendary life? If I wasted my own better to worship someone who did not than live with the pain of such denial? Can you hear everyone of those legends we have made saying to us right this minute:  “Do not count on me. Save yourself. I did. The world needs you now!” 

It is about a ceasing, not about practice. Stop saying “I believe in blah, blah, blah.” Ask instead, “Can I cease wasting my life and live it?” It takes a lot of courage to do that. A certain intensity is required.

 How Do I Meditate?

You ask. I love you too much to answer your foolish question and spin out a system of meditating for you. Anybody who would do that for you is not a friend but someone who wants to control you and call it love. Such a one wants to organize what is perfect as it is and be an organization’s man. Such believe they will go to Heaven in that manmade way. This is very important to see. Much untold trouble can come from this activity. 

What I have told you does not mean I can be of no assistance for I have already been so above. I can add this-the better question is “What is meditation?” As soon as you ask it sincerely -that- is the beginning of meditation for you. The question itself contains the answer invariably leading to deeper and deeper meditation. Enjoy and benefit from every step as it comes to you as a beloved. You have been graced to enter a gate that was not there to begin with discovering your very own life. The gate I mentioned was put up by traditional thoughts from those who would cripple you mentally as they were crippled before you came. Do not fall for any trick that tells you “I can show you how to live a good life”. That is the voice of the Trickster who wants to be your guru, leader, or master. That voice is ignorance.

I love you means do not count on me. For if you count on another you miss the train to Heaven and that is saddest of all. That is the time to weep. Get it now? I never asked for your crutch so please do not ask me for mine. Before long you will see that this way is truly the work of some power that actually does love you and had you in its heart before even you were born. It will seem so absolutely obvious to you that only a meditation you source from within is valid. It is after all how you came to be from nothing when two met in love. As you. Forever meditate!

Let it be this time, now, when the making of art, something beautiful, is the sole obligation of all people living on the Earth not by fiat from above but from within each one’s heart and never, never, never shall any person tell another what is art. That is simply a stupid thing to ask or say. This comes by something deeper than mind reading or telepathic thinking. It is a pure state of being whereby among the entire population there is one thought only. It is here. Blowing in the wind. Imagine a group of adults standing by the crib of a brand new infant in admiration absent thoughts, words, names, relationships, or any obligation save the one.

A Mystery of Creativity

Does anyone suppose for a minute even that the commercial system for making use of creative works of art was the design of an author of such a work? Of course not. An artist is an artist only because he or she cannot help finding beauty from time to time. The happening is not planned…must not be…and all artists know that an essential requirement is that there be nobody, and I mean nobody, present when it happens. So, who is the owner of such a work?

The distribution of art commercially is the invention of business. They smelled money. That is why. The artist is bound to be trivialized by the sale of the work the ultimate source of it all dishonored.  To the business operator that means nothing. To the artist it is critical. The author of any work of art knows that the art is a gift from something holy and so much is not holy. The author sought no following, was not even present, and will shudder at the proposal that he or she be singled out as a leader who needs followers. Knowing the act of following him or her to be absurd, and twisted, the author of a holy work must refuse such a designation and encourage any who see the value of the work to make their own art. Only in this manner can humanity awaken to really be what we are and bring forth together a  beautiful interaction as a way of living and love each other for it. Does anybody care? Anybody listening? 

Finally, let me add that the fact an artist likes to eat like we all do is no reason to think  creativity must be treated as being for sale. The Universe is not a store. Fuck that. It is a house of wonder. Anything that is good must come from a universal understanding and not be dictated by the few. The very existence of a creative work of art shouts to the heavens “we are more than we are pretending to be!” Imagine for a moment a flying formation of wild, free swans soaring across a sky and take notice that all will be given a swan’s rich life complete with food and shelter just because and for no other reason. It was designed so. Were you not so well designed as a swan?

I watched a documentary recently on the life of Mister Rogers of public television fame and heard comments from angry political activists and those who criticize our fears that he was an evil man for giving his life to telling as many children as he could, “I love you just the way you are”. They told it that he made a generation of lazy loafers who do not think they must work hard to earn such respect. I cried. Every swan who cracks out from an egg is given just that. I do not think for you, you must decide, but for me that is what I count on to be my inalienable birthright.

I sit now in a comfortable, friendly coffee shop somewhere as I enjoy this writing I do naturally where I am treated as worthy and even more than that though I have in dollars far less than is going to provide me with anything but poverty they say and I do not feel poor. To the contrary, I feel rich beyond all counting and comparing. 

The creative is where It’s at, Man. 

 WE ALL WANT A FAIR TRIAL

The way to deal with the fact that in the world of man you cannot get a fair trial (deal) is not to fight to reform trials (deals) inside a society. That way, conflict, is why we cannot get a fair deal in the first place. The way is to so live one’s life that you exist within a dimension unknown to societies. Do you know of such a way? Will you examine into the question for yourself? You might begin with looking to see what a dealer is and decide to eliminate gambling and by that is meant all games of chance. Hint: Life is a sure bet. Am I wrong? Look for yourself. It is your life I refer to after all. Second Hint: The questions will answer themselves if you ask sincerely.