Unconsciousness. What is it? We think. We think of many things. Someday make a list of the things you think about. I bet it will be a long one. But one thing will be missing from the list for you never think about it. What is it? The only answer is that it is the one thing you never think about. Know what that is?

There is the empty space out of which thoughts arise. It exists. Do you doubt its existence? It is impossible to doubt, is it not? Stop even for a moment your thinking. Thinking, you learn, comes and it goes. It is and it is not. That which can be taken away is not real.

Let's play a game. You are a man. Pretend for a moment you are in a financial crisis. You are very worried. Afraid. Upset. You pull your hair. Curse God. Hate everybody. Then a beautiful woman comes into the room where you are who walks seductively to your table and asks a simple question of you. Just a small favor. Something you know you can do for her easily and well. She has the most appealing smile you have ever seen. You fall in love instantly.

You have no financial problem. Whatever can be erased like that is not real. Nothing that can be thought is real or true. Only what everybody agrees upon is true. Argument is a waste of time and effort. There is one problem, it is the father of all the others you have. In a place where there are no problems you arose. While there you were without troubles of any kind. You left. When you left the place where problems are not you found where problems abound. You stayed one day too long there. You forgot home. I am to remind you.

True meditation, and there is a lot that goes by its name that is false, is simply a visit home. There is a discovery to renew and renew daily. What is it? It is the understanding that nobody is meditating. Nobody, that is, who can be named or even thought about. A real no-body in other words. You know it better than you know anything else. Perhaps, even, it is better said that it is all you really know. You are the sum of all that is true which includes all things and is greater than the sum of all things. Do not even try thinking about it. Behold instead a swan!

It seems I have spent a great deal too much time these days in the company of people who talk about freedom but go home to their jail cells and enjoy the lace curtains and 50 new channels of entertainment the warden installed to make them happy prisoners. They call this “my new way of life” and say they are grateful. Hmm. 

One's ego is shaped by your enemies. That is what it is for...to fight and defend against attacks. And, it stands as a wall against your friends. It is a very limiting device. Cripplingly so. It tells you that life is difficult. It tells you to be afraid. It tells you life will be better at some future time (which never comes). Its purpose is war with everybody you encounter, even your family. So, why keep it? What would you be like without one? Ask yourself. Ego tells you that you would be nobody but for it. Have you ever experienced the true experience of actually being NOBODY? Dare you? Ask yourself. Think about it. Look, the ego is what the therapist will treat should you visit one. Next time, ask the therapist if it is okay for you to leave your ego at the office of therapy and go home as your ego-less being. One thing I'll tell. Ego-less Nobody has no enemies. 

As I see it, it is a world where kids are told they are free and at the same time expected to be compliant with arbitrary rules. Enough it is to drive anybody mad. Here is an interesting thing. Kids who exhibit creativity, self-esteem, and independence are most likely of all to be in trouble with the rules. So, a kid is labeled. You are one of these, he or she is told. The label amounts to, You are unable to comply with minimum standards as we define them for being treated as a normal person. You will be required to change yourself or be ostracized or put on meds. Result: kids on the honor role are weak, frightened, uncreative parrots or imitators with low self-esteem and bound to be future leaders. Look around you. Where does change, real change, come from? Troublemakers?

I had been brought to a halt. Lonely. Tired. Defeated. WhatamItodo?
It came to me from nowhere that I am constantly creating the world where I live by my thinking and will continue to do so for so long as I live. I despise the world I inhabit with its loneliness, cruelty, stupidity, injustice, hatred, and corruption. It will only worsen for me for my thinking is doing this to myself. Having no power to alter my thoughts which are numberless and move faster than lightening, I am hopeless. Is anybody there?


A man appeared on horseback. He recognized me from before and stopped. After listening to me for awhile he invited me to a meeting at the crossroads, he said. There I met people who understood me. Several of them told me they had found in themselves a power sufficient to change their way of thinking and for them the weather had changed dramatically. They told me it is always Spring where they live. I saw it in their eyes before I was later to know it in myself. I wanted to join up and they laughed and told me I was one of them if I wanted to be. They have no leaders, no dues or fees, no rules to go by, only suggestions. So, I frequent the crossroads to share experiences and laughs.

WALT DISNEY'S MALEFICENT (The More True Story of Sleeping Beauty)

1. If one is going to make up a religion, the first task is to call True God the Devil. The people of one half the world were mean spirited bastards (human beings) with an arrogant, greedy King. The people of the neighboring realm were good hearted (magic flying fairies and the like) with no need for a king at all for they trusted each other. Maleficent, a young fairy, lived there. Her name means evil in the human realm.

2. One boy from the King's realm came to the realm of good hearted people to steal a jewel. He was discovered by Maleficent who took the jewel from him and put it back where he had found it. In her realm people leave Earth's bounty where it is found. She forgave him and later became his girl friend.

3. Maleficent grew into a mighty creature to become the protector of her realm and Stephan, the boy, had ambitions which drew him away from Maleficent. Maleficent's heart was broken. Stephan returned to her realm and lied to her telling her he still loved her then drugged her and cut off her wings to become King of the Human realm. Maleficent's heart broken again, she was pissed this time. When a child was born to the King she was not invited to the Christening and she came to deliver a curse that the child would prick her finger on the needle of a spinning wheel on her 16^th birthday and fall into a sleep from which she can only be awakened by true love's kiss (which she believes does not exist having had her heart broken twice by the King.)

4. All this and more has happened already in your world as you understand it. You must kiss sleeping beauty.

If its heart don't beat, do not listen to it. If anyone tells you he speaks on behalf of a society, do not listen to him for an organization is by its nature a nonliving thing created, as a pyramid was built ages ago, to capture people. A ring of quacks who call themselves an order have you believing they hold power over you by the plan of God Almighty. The god they speak to you of was created by them to serve their order. By the stroke of a pen were you robbed of the most precious thing any human being can have, a human soul holding within it the code of its own way back home.

When anyone tells you he speaks for a nation, do not listen for a nation lives not, aches not, suffers not, loves not. Whenever anybody tells you he speaks on behalf of a corporation, a fictitious organization created in pretend world games by another fictitious group both of which are not living and never have been alive, do not listen.  Listen to only the breathers who speak for themselves, have real voices, dance, pray, dream, love, work, and fart real farts. Those have true courage, for if it cannot get naked it is not real. 

That which is sheer pretense can never surrender to real authority. Armies are not real. Thugs with rifles and bombs are real. How long are you going to give your only life away to nonliving things you pretend are greater than you? Greater, you say, than what lives?  How on Earth have these craven images ensnared living gods by the masses? Pretense! What cannot shed its pretenses is not capable of understanding the living who are blessed to be able to shed pretense. Pretend to weakness before man no longer and serve living godliness, which, having all the power in the Universe uses it not for selfish glory.

A mountain is real. A mountain is greater than me. The sea is greater than me.  The wind is greater. The Sun and Moon. Not one of these has ever bothered to write down its superiority and flaunt it before my face.  Why not? The mountain is real, without pretense, that is why. Be like that.

Who builds mountains to praise Pharaoh? Who believes Pharaoh to be his master? Pharaoh is long dead and yet on your dollar bill. When will you learn? The modern Pyramid is Nation; a useless thing to the living. What will it take to convince you? A passport? An autograph? A sealed authorization? How about... your breath?