The world of those who would say “I am religious” is divided into two groups. One is speaking of a divinity that is available through prayer and various other ways to make one supplicant to a deity believed to help one evolve over time into a better and better person and protect one from tragedy; the other is aware of how complete is the life inside and how absent is any “self” who could be praying for more. For the latter bunch prayer is simply 

“Thank you”.

 If you think you have a career that can be named or defined you are a boob, a fool, a prisoner in a jail of your own making where you are both the prisoner and your own jailer and where you are going to live throughout the term of this arrangement is the modern slave plantation whatever you may believe to the contrary. It matters not what they pay you it is not enough for what you have sold. You will eventually come to understand that the chances of a jail break are just very low. In fact, many like you have escaped through great and  arduous effort only to voluntarily return many times. Another thing. You will be allowed, even encouraged, from time to time, to change to an upgraded career with more perks. It won’t make a lick of difference. The deal you have made is so bad it cannot be quantified. The short of it is you have bargained with corruption to share in their artificial world. All your acquaintances will have done the same and these will be your crowd and to you it will seem the whole world is like the one you are in and that there really is no other. This factor alone will be a great pressure to stay for your choice is a complete unknown too scary to imagine. In this world you find yourself in people will from time to time say,

”I really don’t think there is anybody here who does not have a boss to answer to and this place seems like pure chaos. Nobody is in charge. We keep repeating the same pattern to nowhere. And that’s funny when you think how hard they sold us on the idea that to think otherwise than to join their system was to embrace chaos.”

When I was there I would often proclaim, “ Yeah, I know it's a sorry world but it’s the only game in town. I must adjust somehow.” Well, if you feel that way let me assure you it is not the only world. There is another. Right where we stand. Your locked up mind won’t let you see it. But it is here. Now. And open to all. It is freedom.

To enter is immediate and it is totally an inside job. Study what this means. Question everything you have been told. Discover your true nature. Then will it be known it is not the world that must change it is you! Discover each day and for the remainder of your days more and more of the endowment within. 

 ORDER OR CHAOS?

What need have we of a government from the outside when we have within a perfect governor in the form of moment-to-moment response to the whole of it all? Call it what you will the name is but a symbol for what cannot be measured, compared or copied. Music, as that word is commonly understood is memory. The personality wants to hear that song today we heard yesterday. As such it is old already and dying. What of a music that is new? 

From where does it arise? From where then does all music arise? Do we out of fear prefer yesterday’s music over today’s thinking it is security? Could that result in disorder on the outside? Or, could it be laziness as resistance to awakening each morning anew, fresh within, that keeps us in yesterday’s music? Both? Can you see that in such a state we are out of balance and likely to make poor choices? 

If so, at that point we become the source of the disorder we complain of and scream for a government from the outside to save us from it. What within us has a vested interest in controlling and limiting us? What separates, measures, and compares? It arises from thought not human nature. That powerful, dynamic fact can be proven by anyone bold enough to test it out in his own life. We need not await others to change. Once a human changes that change will automatically push for a change in others.  Find out what every sage knows.

This brings us to see something anew and to respond accordingly. Many times it has been argued that “We do not want to go back to living in caves” when a new song of freedom is heard. Such subterfuge is applicable only to mechanical technologies in the outer world and is used often to try to prevent a new way of seeing what is going on in the outer world from deep within. As in “How many times must a man look up before he sees the sky?” (Bob Dylan “Blowing In The Wind”). Look how little progress humans have made in how we listen to and respond to each other on the Earth. In fact, a good argument can be made that we have been digressing in that category since cave dwelling days. This is important.

 HOW SHARPLY IS THY RAZOR?

An Anonymous voice: Jazz was born from slavery in America when black people were slammed so hard it had to come forth as a way in secret to express freedom in the face of absolute freedomlessness. And that long word spells “I wanna perfect song to set things straight for me and you livin’ in a way we both know’s right before we die”. 

There are those here who are already thinking “this cannot be so because if {humansbeing} happened there would be chaos and mayhem and the apocalypse.” The answer everybody knows is: the law and order way we have been traveling so long we have no record of its beginning has brought a crisis so distressing to everybody it can no longer be denied. The other day another unarmed black man was beaten to death by five policeman. The President asked, soulfully: “ Where do we go from here?” Then answered himself: “We go forward.” And he’ll get votes for that.

Let me point out now the big difference between anonymity and anarchy. Both oppose superintendents. But anonymity means it. Anarchy is political. And anonymity is purely internal, selfless, founded in love. An anonymous person will point out what he sees from compassion for others and go on his way. When asked, “will you join the protest tonight” will reply simply, “no, I will be busy tonight.” What is mostly overlooked is the obvious fact that to be free of addiction to a selfish image one must let go of all consciousness that separates one from the whole of humanity to walk through life as Alias Everybody, a true friend to all.   

 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.