INDIVIDUALS       ALONE

Let me shed a light.

There are so many humans on Earth right now who have been mesmerized by the age of seven to believe themselves to be chickens by other chickens. If you get my drift. Here is going to be revealed the sad state of earthlings all over the planet. It is to be told by a former chicken who found grace to remove the spell.

Once there were two terms (symbols for who we are). These two were-

All one

Individual

The meaning was we are NOT SEPARATE. We are actually indivisible. Harmony was our natural condition. We sang and danced as a way of life and they were not used merely to distract us from pain and sorrow for there was none of either. All day every day we supported and cared for each other by every action and all our actions were that for there was no selfishness. Why? There was no division among us. We called it our Garden.

Today, the terms are alone and individual and now mean: completely separate from all others. That change makes no sense. We are each on our own, with no direction home, complete unknowns, like rolling stones. However, (get this) we are commanded by the authorities who came to rule us, because we are in disharmony and a danger to each other now, to work together on projects they (the rulers) choose in shifts each day which they designate to be a workday (most days) and we are ordered to work in programmed patterns taught us by trainers or go hungry. In old age, we are retired, on meager incomes, to wait around and die. It is so obvious that the term “Individual” means flatly INDIVISIBLE (all One ) so how did we get it turned around for all of us and why?

What has been revealed here today is that all your life will be spent doing what is right and every step of the way it will have all been wrong. How does it feel? Is it possible for every human to look honestly inside at how they are living now and end it? YES!

SECRET: It is not love which leads to the institution of marriage (a pattern made by rulers in a failed effort to control disharmony they created as the foundation of their illusory power) but a lack of love.

 REAL COURAGE

If anyone suggests to you in any manner whatsoever that should you choose to join with them in some organized effort and should you be accepted they promise to educate, train, coach, and otherwise prepare you to become a real somebody in the world summon up instantly the raw, real courage from the depths of your being to look them straight in the eye and and reject the offer with upmost dignity and respect and tell them flatly “if you do not see that I am somebody as I am you have nothing to teach me that would not be a waste of my time. I see through your mask and want you to know your plan to condition me for some small part of life you have corrupted so as to serve your ambitions for power through control and domination of others that you personally or your bosses own and control is not to my liking! I prefer to go my own way standing barefoot in the good mud of Earth trusting that which you see not to watch over me as I wander delighted in wonderland. Thank you and good day. ”

To all those who wear masks of membership in some exclusive group with  requirements for membership it appears that wanderers in an unknown land are trusting some craven false idol of their imagination too ignorant to realize the advantages we offer while the actuality is these courageous ones rely upon what abides in the heart closer than the veins in the neck and comes and goes a whole life long with each breath taken. There is no other so loyal, so true. It cannot get any more real.

The writer was from the outset a reluctant joiner. Only did he join what he was forced by law to sign up for. He attended a public school where his name was on the roll. He attended Sunday school up to age 12 but never joined to the dismay of many of his relatives who assured him he was bound for Hell for eternity. But those curses only strengthened his wish to walk alone when he considered how foolish would have been a decision on his part to shrink to a level to gain the approval of a group that would speak to a child in that manner. It is appalling that any human could so twist words up as to make that practice of clear abuse an act of love.  Crazy!

In time, the child grew up in a world that appeared to be completely dominated by countless “groups” competing among each other in violent tones. He searched in it for anyone who might not be hating somebody else but found no one and eventually was dragged down to the level of the mask wearer world. He hated, hated , hated, and finally hated himself. He saw that you get to be President by working hard to get the majority of the mask wearers to vote for you in a weird campaign of lies. It sickened him. He even saw the President murdered serving inside the mask wearing political world. It was years later before he could see how damning of the corrupt world he had become lost in that act was. The boy fought back, but against whom?  All he fought with were wearing many masks as well he discovered. They changed by night like Doctor Jekyll. No cause made any sense.

So, he pleaded within his heart to be helped. Help came. He met in rapid succession many who had been miserable like him who had found a way to live as humans inside an organization of humans that was and was to remain anonymous never to be organized! These ones had what the boy had lost…real courage. 

For many years now the writer has lived a magical life of wonder and fulfillment daily as simply and clearly attentive to each moment. As such, he has wandered the avenues and boulevards of cities blessing the neighborhoods where he walks by his presence. Now, I ask you. Who is more vital and worthy? Such a one as just described or the CEO, Chairman of the Board, majority stock holder and founder of the most wealthy company on the face of the Earth? It is hoped the answer to you, the reader, is clear. If not, that it be clear soon is the writers wish. Do you doubt, for a moment, that one who is devoted enough to be what he is in the face of “PROMOTERS” will go uncared-for by its maker?

 BUSY PEOPLE LOOKING FOR AWARDS

We are each somebody busy trying to be somebody else. The poets call it dreaming.Those who would be teachers call it a good idea. Institutions hope it will lead many to join their group. Walt Disney called it imagination. Bosses call it fresh meat. Wise ones call it being a fool. Life is lived by a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard from no more…a tale told by an idiot…full of sound and fury…signifying nothing…and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. (some lines of wisdom about ambition drawn from Macbeth by W. Shakespeare)

You want to be somebody else because you want to be secure, admired, loved, accepted. Right? Being somebody else guarantees the one who wants those things will never know them. Any who know true love will be their own person. Get to know all you can about love.

Think about it. Listen. If one has got to be somebody else is it not obvious that one who is rejected by himself cannot possibly ever know love or be part of anything or belong anywhere? Life, in that case is totally wasted…lived by somebody else…and that somebody else is you mesmerizing itself. Find out who you really are.

The real you is consciously aware that he or she is the world and the world is he or she. That is the birth of true love and compassion. If I look into your eyes and recognize we are one that love is real and will not change according to time or culture or anything born of time and thought. It is altogether different from a love that arises from me (a product of culture) loving you ( only another cultural image). That love is the love of idiots. It’s a wonder they still can feed themselves. (last line borrowed from Bob Dylan song Idiot Wind) It is advised you listen carefully to a Dylan song Tombstone Blues now. I shall.

 I read this recently that at the level of skin man and woman are so different, at the level of muscle and bone we are both obviously humans and at the level of the heart we are one.

 WHO IS TO BLAME?

There ought not be wars between human beings. But there are wars. Many, in fact. Who is to blame for the wars? Hmm.

There are bands of people who all consider they belong to a named tribe or nation. Were there none of these there could be no wars. And, it is the leader of a band who declares a war. Were there none, no wars would happen. The war would be so long coming about due to argument and indecision that it would become a bore to even speak of it. And even if a king was mad enough to go to war he would look silly unless he had a huge, trained military at ready he could order to war. Or, at least he must have sufficient wealth to raise one and train and arm it or just sit and pout in his office and dream of having such might at his disposal. And it helps to have a band to play music to glorify battle. Oh, and there must be composers, uniforms, and band leaders. Also it is critical to have some method to get the message of the leader why the war is an absolute duty of the citizenry spread all over the land and build it to a crescendo in an outpouring demand that we march! It is a great help to have a religious body or two inside the band with holy priests to convince many of its people that God is on the side of the band about to go to war and will make sure of a victory.

We must not leave out that not only must the leader or king be wealthy but there must be a solid business community at ready to supply all the needs of war. And these must have plenty of laborers to make all the necessary goods of war, including things like food and bandages and medical equipment and drugs and body bags. And don’t forget plenty of alcohol and drugs and sex to help the soldiers forget what just happened. 

After the war, in case of victory, there has to be a well organized element of academic and artistic creations of all sorts to glorify the war and its fortuitous outcome and memorialize its fallen fighters. It must be made clear that all humanity is benefitted by the war and the outcome of it and that we would do it all again! Well, Hell, it’s beginning to look like it’s all of us!

War is a fact. “There are going to be times we need to go to war” is a concept. The fact is real and can be dealt with. A concept is not reality and, as such, cannot be dealt with. So, is it possible for humans to deal with the fact of war only? And end it?

Wait. I think I am a band of concepts and ideals separate from every other human. Humans go to war with each other even inside families and nations and religions.

If I ask a woman to go out with me on a date I am shopping. I am shopping for a relationship of my own making. When I shop I am confused and conflicted…this or that. A mind in conflict is a dangerous thing to rely upon. It will always lead to more conflict. As soon as I choose, no, a second before I choose even, the confused mind will say “that’s a mistake”. It cannot help it. It’s confused! The mind is arguing within itself. Clarity is hidden from me. In that state, whatever I do will be confused, so, more shopping. Eventually, another war!

I have a friend. Both of us see that the concept of marriage is not working. We feel strong attraction to one another. It is suggested by a confused mind that we marry and then, once married, we set about to make a relationship we can each be happy within. Sounds good. Must fail. Why? Do we understand yet? 

So, is it possible for two to first find clarity together and then let the purity of a clear mind that is not shopping lead? Clarity is a fact- a fact that I am beginning from where I am, as a fact, and not from some concept of where I am wanting to go. See the difference? The future is conceptual. Now, a fact. 

The way of committing to a conceptualized future and betting on being able to make it come about through effort of will is not working! I see something! Plasticity! Life already has it! No attaching to mental concepts because they are suppositions and always limited. Who needs ‘em? Come on!

 MUSIC FROM the HEART of a DRIFTER

Listening to Dylan’s songs sent to me on the internet lately I wonder..who among us all (humans) is not a Master of War? It may be The Times Are A-Changin’ to a point nobody can deny any longer…it’s me! A growing understanding wells up in my ear that insanity will only end when the human is convinced it is into myself as I am living daily I must search and not out there or up there or under there. I must begin where I am. I need more than anything to find out what changes when I change first…completely change. A change just happened inside and my action was immediate and different. At that place Bob sang wildly about on the radio of the sixties I am on my own, a complete unknown, a rolling stone with no direction (fixed) home, and surprise! there is a deep calm, a clarity, a quiet, still mind with an assurance previously so lacking. Jesus did not want me to feel guilty, the cross was about a willingness to finally die in the psyche to what is not in service to all humanity. Not to make me Christian, not at all, but to reveal in a mirror a whole human, a true lover of the indivisible kind. I see through forces of division in conditioned thinking that separates brother from sister and brothers and sisters from one another like I see through water that runs down my drain. Amen.

WHEN A WAY OF LIFE IS OVER

It seems we are at a time when the psychological view of total humanity is that we are living in a time of worldwide crisis. Many proclaimed it decades ago. And as time passed we all took up that theme. OUR WAY OF LIFE IS DONE FOR.

To me, that’s great news! There is really no reason to be offered why humans should not go. We destroyed our home. Suffering is everywhere. I live on that part of the Earth designated as The United States. There were people living here before 1492 when the white man came across the Atlantic from Europe. They say the red people at the time could not even see the ships coming it was so weird.

Real quickly the word was spoken in native camps that the whites are many and they want all our land and cannot tolerate our way of life. They will kill as many of us as necessary to end our way of life…our way of life is over. 

I have white skin and went to law school following a way of life taught me. Indians in America began early to tell the whites that one day the evil you are here to deal out to us will turn on you. That prophecy is now and a child could have spoken it from the beginning. But nobody among the whites asked the children. By the time I was 18, I could have told everybody “this is not working”. Instead, I held my tongue and went to war as part of the problem hoping it could be fixed from within. Problems do not fix themselves. It took me nearly two decades to be convinced of that. Once convinced, there came to be a completely creative way of living here outside the system of man available to me, of all people and, so, I have a simple yet powerful tool to speak about at this time.

One needs to examine carefully the exact way of life one is living to understand the self that is the source of suffering as humans. Once understood, it vanishes for it is but a bad dream. It is the essence of division among humans and loneliness is the absence of love. The word ”individual” originally meant “indivisible” or “not divisible”. Today it means to be completely divided from everybody and everything else. The good news is that self is put together by thought and love is not. This makes it possible for a human to be free of self, the essence of suffering, and to be filled with love. What this is no thoughts can say for it is not put together by thinking…but, it amounts to a completely different dimension of life right where we stand!

Many teachers who will arise will try to sell you on some way to change the corrupt system from within that system. They say “don’t throw out the baby with the bath water. I say here, now, remove the baby then throw out the dirty bath water! 

Listen carefully. Listen as if your life depends upon it. Ultimately, if it is done, the new dimension will spot a bit of consciousness free of the domination of self and will chase after and find you!

The Universe is not a store. It is a sacred house of wonder. Red men and women are still among us…more than you know. I leave for now with this. As a man without hope I realized my way of life was over. I was defeated. As much as any red man before me I knew the truth of seeing the end of my life as I knew it. Where to go from here was unknown, as in the famous song, I was on my on, a complete unknown, like a rolling stone- and as happy as a human can be. Since that day I have inhabited a new dimension of love and understanding. So, I have something very precious to express to everybody on Earth!