WHAT ABOUT THE DEVIL?

There is a thing that all humans speak of from time to time. It’s about a devil and a blues singer might refer to it as “by my side”. Always hangin’ ‘round. Lucky people know it’s a friend, a constant warning: be diggin’ deeper into what is good or I gonna drag you into a mess

won’t be easy to fight your way out from. Without that friend most of us would get lazy and skip on the good stuff. The devil got a tough job where he is hated and despised and seldom gets credit for what he do for a man or woman. But the Devil be loyal and do his job well.

 INSANE WORLD

People think of themselves as individuals.  Now, there is a real paradox in this situation. The actual meaning of the word “individual” is “not dividable”. In practice it means “separate”. Now, even more crazy is it to figure why a king or a chief would arise among a group of people who have been conditioned to think themselves a separate from the rest. Why do not they go their way and laugh at the chief? As one human to another I say it is because the reason for the indoctrination into a belief “I am on my own” was to place the blame for madness on the citizen as opposed to the chief. IT IS DEFINITELY SO THAT THE PEOPLE WHO GO THEIR OWN WAY ARE THOSE WHO MAKE NO CHOICES. THEY HAPPEN.

If you are told that the world is insane for the reason that humans learned to think of themselves as separate individuals would you say that is clear to you? If not, would you investigate for yourself as a human being whether it is so or not so? It probably will not be easy but it can be done. When you are ready begin. It is obviously important to find out why the world is insane. 

The writer watched a film recently concerning a family after divorce with a child involved. The father was an ambitious lawyer. The story will not be retold here for this purpose but the film ends with the child’s suicide and both parents in great agony trying to go on living feeling they are to blame and how they might have been better parents so as to have saved the child who is now seen as a brilliant human being who could have done wonderful things to make the world a better place for us all. The film itself leaves us with “you must go on” and maybe a hope to do “better” without changing the approach psychologically.

I mention the film to stress the necessity for a search for what to do in an insane world. Perhaps you have a better idea but what I offer is to begin a search for what makes the world insane. It is suggested it might be wise to cease thinking as an individual. Is it so that I am separate from everybody else? If it is a fact I am inseparable from the whole of humanity “can I change my mind?” is the next question.

I studied the life of Jesus in my early years. I think he was stressing this same approach using as practical tools the teachings from the Jewish religion prevalent at the time with which his listeners were very familiar. He taught, for example, love your enemy and do not fret over what am ”I “ going to eat instead of what are “we” going to eat? It is stressed here that if my mind changes itself, I have a new brain with which to make all things new in a sane world. One with a passion to learn can gain an awful lot of proof that such a bold statement is a fact. That is what was meant by a change psychologically.

Notice we have the same “rat” in the kitchen whenever we join a system that has a reason to lie to us about things such as an “afterlife” in order to maintain its position of authority over us. This work must be done alone to be pure. See how it is that alone you are the whole of humanity, not separate, and breathe easy as you go.

Look into this one. A person who thinks individually will make a decision to work on an assembly line for low wages for a number of years to eat and hope in a few years to find a better deal for him and his family. In this way an artist becomes a crank turner under sentence of an unknown number of years with no understanding of what is the cost to his overall human capacities. What is to take place with the family during the time of that sentence? Many books and movies are made about that. Should he ever come out from that self imposed prison what will dad be like then? 

So, we want to know what would have been had dad made no decisions as an individual with a separate family. We do not know. It is unknown. Can we discover the unknown? Is our fear of the unknown tied to individual thinking? You bet it is. What if dad would have made a car he could give to everybody that would require no fossil fuel and last a lifetime?

What if you were told every child born has a fortune that will last for its entire life that is made of a kind of wealth unknown to individual thinkers which no power on Earth can corrupt, reduce, injure or destroy? How do you know it is not so? To save your life find out!

 BLESSED ARE THE APPALLED

It is so appalling when you realize Mommy and Daddy and all their cohorts have scientifically led you using the name of love into a safe place to build a fine cage and then enticed you inside and now the lock is closed on you and the feed trough is full and the water dish is directly below the tiny mirror to admire your self in awaiting your pure bred love bird to come for you and fertilize them eggs. You are now a performing pet with absolutely nothing your own; not even any of the empty illusions. Well, look, there is the important fact; that when you got nuthin’ ya got nuthin’ left to lose and are out of the game. Death can wait. Life is complete still untouched. All cohorts will shout, “get back in the game” but you are no longer that dumb.

 AWAKENING

We all start out to do something. For most it is unclear and they decide to dream it up. The dreaming begins. For a few the action is immediate and never falters or ceases all the way to death. Always the next thing is obvious. 

Many of the second kind are noticed by the majority as special. Some are called geniuses early. As it proceeds it is presumed these ones are superior. In fact, they are just like the rest except for being born with clarity of purpose that is not invented by thoughts and words. Anytime, the majority can change to the unfaltering way by ending the dreaming in a flash of insight to how limited, shallow, repetitive, and methodical it has become. There is a dream one has to be wide awake to dream.

 

Psychological Memories

We commonly register in our brains as memory some occurrence that either has brought great joy or pain. What good is it? Does the memory make it more or less likely we will experience similar experiences in the future? If the occurrence was painful we think we want to prevent its reoccurrence, right? If it brought joy, we want more of it, right? Such is the reasoning in support of the registration in memory of things I like and what I do not like. Is there not evidence that the memories actually work in reverse? Does the memory of a bad experience not as a matter of fact bring a conviction in the same brain that life is insecure and I am vulnerable, not secure. In the case of a good experience is there not evidence we are left with “I had my chance and did not expand on it, keep it, so I am unworthy of being so happy again”? Can I determine whether these psychological memories that concern an ego are bringing more happiness, more security, or not? 

Suppose they are useless and even harmful?  What then? Can I stop these memories being registered? If I resist them what always happens? They come back stronger, don’t they, and may wait for the right moment to let me know they are still with me? So, may I just live with them as real and study them as inseparable from me…as in they are me… until either mind itself ends them as useless and harmful or not? Otherwise I am only trying to change me by deciding to keep what I like and discard what I do not like which is THE SAME OLD GAME!

I know this much. Once I was convinced “I am an alcoholic and there is nothing I can do to change that” I have not had a drink for decades. See, “I am the problem”. “I” needs to be turned in and exposed. Something nameless did that for me when “I” was not looking. I now urge everyone to find the nameless truth about themselves. What a wonderful life there is for all who do!

 STUCK IN A GROOVE

Notice the difference with me between these two-

I want to be this or that. 

and

I am.

The first is in search of a groove to crawl into. The second is engaged in no search at all. All grooves are shop worn dead thoughts of others. They do not exist otherwise. It is thoroughly unnatural to seek a groove. Such brains fill with more and more conflict and grow old. I am is freedom. Unlimited. Young, and it never grows old, brittle, no longer pliable. The difference is startling. A human can be 100 and still grow younger, more enthusiastic, passionate, on fire to live!

 SCIENTIFIC BULLSHIT!

Here goes. Science or what we call science, and as it is practiced on Earth, is nothing more than just another organized religion which is just as dangerous and corrupt and intolerant as have been any of these organized religions so far. Like them, science is cruel and selfish and exclusionary and operates within a closed system composed of like-minded people who praise one another and pass out rewards and perks of all kinds and fame and money. It is so the people in any system are talented in some way or ways but talent is not enough to bring harmony to the planet so badly needed now. When talent is bent to serve a selfish career it sours and can no longer serve the whole just as a talented painter who wants to be famous will eventually lose what passion made of him an artist. A true artist is in constant flux and never, never crosses the same river twice. Today’s scientist is jubilant to be crossing the same river over and over and over for a lifetime for it promises the image of victory among colleagues. It is another game not unlike all the rest. Games were meant from the beginning to be mere recreation and play. We have made them our religion of winners and losers. Pretense only and always. Science even speaks the language of who won and who lost in describing the course of time.

The very invention of authority figures creates conflict where none existed. It is only the competitive game of a bunch of idiots. I once watched a man who considers himself to be a reasonable human being require a group of homeless paupers to stand in bitter cold for a half hour before the beginning of a meeting to be held for their benefit because it was not yet time for the meeting to begin though he had the key to the building in his pocket. There is a whole different way to live and humans can do it and have done it before. Before our eyes will we see what is actually here when no one even attempts to be authorized. Let’s find that out for a change. The answer, unknown, is blowing in the wind. Why are we so afraid of an unknown so loving and kind as that? That much cowardice has made certain one thing, that we are not about to learn anything new. Authority has always been a gross attempt mentally to escape our own glory. Glory! And I mean it! We have had it all along. Now is the time, loving one another, to make a glorious bowl of compassion soup. Let’s hope we get that job done. This young girl next to me has asked to sing a song for us. So, I say, yes, let’s go! Sing for us, Sweetheart. (she sings)

JESUS DIDN’T MIND

I am sure  Jesus was a stray dog. He had no place to rest.

Of those who listened at his sermons while He was still alive 

only three or four were moved to change for they were not that much impressed. 

Jesus didn’t mind. Knew what he was tellin’ was after all their own to find.

So, like I said,  Jesus didn’t mind.

He was hard at work with restoration of the truly blind.

Said “blessed are the meek”; love yer enemies; “ye are gods”; “so do not ask what  shall I eat” then lovingly resigned; 

knowin’ His fans and followers of so little faith would always prefer to lag behind 

grabbin’ a quick salvation sandwich off a silver platter only ritually blessed sacred by some priestly authority upon which is actually nothin’ more than ordinary bread and wine.

Jesus, having seen His work made into a circus for well-to-do clowns to play tricks in,

would probably have been moved to find himself a hole he could get sick in. 

I am sure Jesus was a stray dog. He had no place to rest.