A Life Without Words In Other Words

It now goes without question on Earth that humans are able to invent fictitious persons whose interests they serve and swear they believe that fiction to be real. Then we proceed to serve it, all the while knowing at an unconscious level the damn thing we serve was thought up by human imagination and is not real. These things are governing all people now, in spite of the facts. We modern, civilized people have fallen into disgrace. We live in packs of bloated arrogance in blind service to nonexistent concepts of our own making and hate, fear, fight, and kill one another. For how much longer is the question.

Each human being is a complete society. There is no way around that. To pretend it is otherwise is crazy. Look at us. Are we joined or separate? This is not rocket science, folks, it's simple enough for any child to answer correctly. This is pure, elementary science 101.

To behave based upon a concept that is crazy is to ask for trouble. When trouble comes as a result, to continue the crazy behavior which brought about the trouble is madness. We commit it daily, hourly.

Looked at the way it is, two or more people who agree to act as a pair or a group can only bring off the ruse by each one separately deciding to go along with the gag from moment to moment. In their minds they picture something, a mask maybe, that all of them can wear at the same time that in their imagination, and only there, combines them into one being. After playing this way for awhile, they know no other reality, and forget the mask is imaginary. They believe a third party is in the room that is known by a name they agreed to call their make believe pet, the society they dreamed up. Really weird is how the imaginary pet becomes their master subtly and without their noticing. For centuries, people who proudly call themselves modern civilization have taken orders from a myriad of fictitious persons even agreeing to murder any peoples, and as many of them as they are told to slaughter, without question, and are proud of it! The only explanation I have for it at this time is that when you lose pride in your self and no longer trust you are capable to make your own way in the world, you will sink so low.

Legally, a word nobody understands, the make believe leaders of the counterfeit nations got so excited to discover that people were this stupid, they started chartering on paper issued under their fictitious seals millions of corporations, each one of them no more than fictions but imagined to have the rights of a living person as certified by the, once again, fictitious governments and still nobody raised a stink. Now nearly everybody on Earth is on the payroll of either a fake corporation or a fake government or make their money off those who are and call themselves entrepreneurs but its the same teat. All religious bodies are corporations of the State by the way. Is there no limit to this masquerading?? Think how difficult it is these days for a young person to obtain a degree from a fake prestigious university so as to qualify to serve one of the more prestigious monsters of fakery for a living. For a living! Can you believe it?

All publishing houses which decide what you and I will read are fictitious. All owners of the giant entertainment business are fictitious. All charities, all universities, all political parties are fictitious. Talk about believing in the tooth fairy being childish, what we have here is way off the chart. All farms and the entire food industry are corporate entities. So, what you eat, what you think, what you wear, the way you fix your hair, who you vote for, all your laws and the enforcers of those laws, who you worship and how you worship are brought to you by nobodies who exist on paper only and act through colored flags waving helplessly in mid air. As symbols only do they act. Nobody is responsible and we call it modern civilization. These fake guys cannot be punished nor shamed. Worst of all, none of them has a heart or soul nor has one of them ever drawn a breath of life and since none were born, none can die. Talk about your super powers, all these fake guys are invincible. Here is the nastiest part: all the people of Earth are in bondage to them now. Of course, you need not take my word for any of this. Check it out. You know already. Merely step into a government office in or near your community and try to have in a direct manner as an equal a conversation with a worker there concerning a problem you are having . You will discover shortly that this person I am speaking with has no idea what he says or why he says it. This is a puppet.

You have to wonder whether we have been visited by extra-terrestrial beings who drugged us into such a foolish state of unconsciousness and are observing us through unknown technologies and laughing their asses off….or, did we bring this on ourselves? I watched a documentary recently concerning the work of a photographer who courageously, at the risk of his life, drew with light by camera the images of living humans in the latter part of the Twentieth Century in Africa and Europe being exterminated by governments at the hands of their human servants holding weapons they believed to be issued by a fake political society and starved to death by governments which through their human servants who believed in them denied food that was available to save them. So many, many, many innocent children died that way and will again this century.

It is a high price we pay for our jobs, folks. That is what it boils down to finally. Money and jobs. You understand what is being said. It is simple. Reconsider what you are doing. Before it is too late. Wake up.

Symbols Have No Life

No symbol can replace the people of this place; nobody speaks for the whole human race.

Only you know why you live today; so speak the common vernacular you use everyday;

present your case your way

Símbolos No Tienen Vida

Ningún símbolo puede sustituir a la gente de este lugar ; nadie habla de todo el género humano.

Sólo usted sabe por qué se vive hoy en día ; así que hable la lengua vernácula común de uso diario ;

presentar su caso su camino

How It Began

This morning I rediscovered how it began, in a word, within. That is the message.  Within you is your happiness, not outside of you. Nothing causes happiness.  Happiness is a cause. When a person finds this to be so that person feels rescued, like a drowning man, it is done. All these educated Phd's study what to do to be happy, healthy, satisfied, content (all the same condition) and recommend this and that regime. People flock to read and follow.  Still, we remain in misery much of the time. They are on the wrong track.

They are stupid.  That's correct.  They are stupid. To educate a bright person to become stupid is very expensive these days.  What a waste. Why do we do it then? Educators are stupid. (Actually, they were once bright but now they teach what they know to be stupid to students in order to hold a job and get promoted and receive benefits that they believe they must have to be happy and are seldom found to be so.)

I was educated for nineteen years. I was a doctor.

I was stupid.  I tried to fix people, correct them, as I was taught to do. How foolish!

Then I just gave up in dismay at how little effect my work had on the situation I found around me. Powerless to be of any real help to anyone, including myself, I asked someone who seemed happy if he could help me find happiness. He agreed and simply told me the happiness you seek is inside you now.  What you want you have never been without since birth. I thought he was cracked in the head. But something inside me disagreed. It was a small wave of excitement that I interpreted to mean, He's right. 

I began to take notice when that small wave of excited pleasure was present.  I realized it grew over time as I paid attention to it. When it reached a certain level I noticed I was consumed in its radiance and delighted in the simplest of experiences. It turns out that small wave was the slender reed of the joy I was missing in my life. Nurtured, it became strong. Strong enough that at a point I decided to make it the centerpiece of my existence. You see, I had had it all along.

I write this to tell one more thing.  When a man or woman is truly happy without regard to present circumstances present circumstances are somehow magically persuaded to alter themselves in a way that suits that individual to a tee. See?

Set Yourself Free

I just watched a documentary on Netflix that flatly makes the assertion that it is the role of a society to provide an environment that promotes the happiness and wellbeing of its members. This is typical today. It should be rare but it is the norm of thinking everywhere and the source of so much human suffering and depression, loneliness, and isolation. It must cease.

Society. What is one? Find one and bring it here and show us a society. Take its picture. Ask it to speak to us. If it lives it must let us know so we can ask it to do its job. We must hold it accountable. Perhaps we should pray to it? We need a symbolic idol to worship named “Our society”. Wait. We have thousands and thousands such things all around public gathering spots. They cost a lot of money but just stand there looking pretty. Normally they bear the carver's name. That's right! Should we hold the carver accountable for the failure of the symbol? They are made by the hands of a man or woman. Images. Powerless to raise a finger to help anyone, not even the pigeons on their bodies. And the flags! My God, the flags!

You get my point. This is really sad. It is a disgrace. It is humiliating to think we are so low in our understanding of the difference between the real and the unreal.

When will we learn that there are people here represented symbolically by words and sculptures and flags and address all our concern, every last bit of it, to the people who are present and alive? The word SOCIETY, even in all caps, is nothing but a symbol. It is a reflection of what is actual. The reflection has no life and no power. The power is in the people, you and me, brother and sister. We must arise and admit it.

If not, we go deeper and deeper into a fools world where it is said that you laugh but not all your

laughter, weep but not all your tears. We have such a miracle inside us as whole complete human beings. Let us make the shift to reality and replace the goofy symbols with real human effort and find out what we have been given. The reflection is not the real thing. Look in a mirror at your own face. Notice. Take up the reigns of your own life and live fully. Set yourself free!

A Former Lawyer's Brief Memoir

Remember, I’m countin’ on you to keep me out of jail, Harry remarked to me one

morning. I responded smugly. You are smart, Harry, to understand how useful a lawyer can be these days. Well, I’m lucky to have you lookin’ out for me, he said. Then he surprised me with these words.

            I had to step back. It took years to get it through my head the law serves to lay before the criminal mind reliable theories to facilitate the business of thieving. It is for convenience of the thief that laws are written, to make it feasible to practice corruption. Rules are the framework on which to weave a web of deceit. Regulations are the backdrop against which legal authority can be acquired to harm one’s fellows with a claim of right. And lawyers who write the rules break them best. Lawyers by definition partially administer injustice. I am glad to have one.

            Last year, the local University won a football championship and it was a widely celebrated affair. But I ask you…tell me…how do you suppose the administration of this large, crowded school went about the process of assembling players and coaches who could bring about such a mirage of superiority? How was it made to appear that this bunch of boys belong somehow uniquely to this University and deserve to be called “Champions”? What, in Heaven’s name, is the point? Is it to train the kids to manipulate rules as a way of life? Or, more to hypnotize the public into blind submission to a football system that produces economic wealth? Of course, it is both. And, where did the play go, I wonder? Can its football team really be proud of such a University?

           The inherent evil in any system of laws is the ten thousand systems concealed within every system that man creates. For instance, it has been applauded that a group of people in North America in 1776 desired to form an honest government of officials that would be answerable to those they serve, but look at the multitude of concealments that have come to light since the day that ideal took shape. Who claims now an honest government in America?

            Looked at closely, Americans had been pretending to serve King George who it was pretended was ordained by God Almighty to rule a false Britannia. With the stroke of a pen an imaginary leader told the Americans to believe they will now pretend to be free people. Pretense! How can anybody be so foolish as to believe a people who pretend to be free by creating a system of government with power to raise armies and to tax and to make laws to control them are free? How does that amount to freedom? There is but a simple and obvious reason people agree to this: lack of trust in themselves. The poor people believe if they were to be free they would be scoundrels, or worse, failures.

            There is a popular saying, With freedom comes responsibility. It is used by those who are given the responsibility to control the behavior of people who are supposed to be free, for example, school room teachers and judges. Have you considered the responsibility you owe to yourself? What if you knew that responsibility, the one you owe to you, is innately natural like the sweetness of an apple? What if you knew human nature to be good? If it were not so nobody would even consider the sound of freedom.

            And it may have been innocent enough when mommy and daddy decided to begin a family as they had been instructed to do but millions of books have written of the tragic consequences that have befallen the offspring of such a union and twisted them into unhappy adults. Looks suspiciously the same, no? Contrived as a system of government to control behavior it contains its own thousand clowns of evil. The ideal of fidelity creates infidelity. Laws facilitate deceit. Either you are a good person or you are not. Are you not even interested to know which?

            Every system thought up is immediately corrupt. There is no preventing it. See how the system is not less corrupt when this fact is exposed but ever more so. It seems publicity of how some scoundrels were caught holding the bag acts to encourage others to try their luck. Or maybe the cynicism that results from the impression that everybody is doing it provokes more of it. Fact is everybody is doing it. Fact is, every player needs his lawyer. Every husband and every wife needs a lawyer. One for each should come with the ceremony.

 It’s a sad thing to accept. Do you not see any hope? I asked. Harry put it this way.


It's up to each individual to choose, in his own time, to leave all systems behind. It is possible. I do not claim it is easy. Notice this is not a call to revolution. Quite the contrary, it is a call to cease all attempts to be free for all such attempts are idealistic systems with the nasty consequences we have already. It is a call to discover you are free. Nothing else is suggested.

            To know oneself. Self examination which leads to the funny brilliant recognition that as I am I am leads to an individual's own declaration of independence. The only one without hidden agendas. When laws and the crimes they define become irrelevant jails empty out on their own accord and peace prevails in the land. In the abyss each one who declares it to be so is his own authority, takes naked responsibility for his own truth, risks the moment, and shoos his own flies, calls his own dog, keeps his own counsel, accepts his own fate, blows his own whistle, draws his own conclusions, fights his own battles, sweeps his own side of the street, makes up his own mind, faces his own challenges, finds his own strength, stands on his own feet, answers his own question, has nobody to blame, and lives before he dies.

I quit.

Anything is possible where allowing dirt to be 

born alive is natural. 

Allowing what appears to be stuck to dance is

mercy. 

Allowing what seems unredeemable to join in 

is forgiveness. 

Allowing what seems to matter to wave is 

love. 

Allowing what seems defeated to prevail is

glory. 

Allowing what seems to be frozen to melt is

a miracle. 

Allowing what appears to be starving to eat

is generosity.

Allowing what has died to be reborn is 

grace.

Spanish Translation:

Cualquier cosa es posible cuando la suciedad permitiendo que sea

nacido vivo es natural.

Permitiendo que lo que parece ser pegado a bailar es

misericordia.

Permitiendo que lo que parece irredimible a participar en

es el perdón .

Permitiendo que lo que parece importar a la onda es

amor.

Permitiendo que lo que parece derrotado a prevalecer es

gloria.

Permitiendo que lo que parece estar inactiva para fundir es

un milagro.

Permitiendo que lo que parece estar muerto de hambre para comer

es generosidad.

Permitiendo que lo que ha muerto al nacer es 


gracia.

The Title Of This Piece is For You A Secret

Jeanette Winterson writes about the ego as “that hollow, screaming cadaver that has no spirit within it”. Sexing the Cherry, at 105. That is the best I've come across. She wonders if that is what people who describe the search for God as a way to be rid of oneself are referring to, the ego. She writes that ego is the ideal self run mad. She likens it to searching for one thing and quite surprisingly finding another “in a garden somewhere or on a mountain watching the rain”. She points out for me that it is easy to lose oneself, and, boy, do I know that! So it is, I think, the ego we are better off without since that spells a sane self. She goes on to say that if the ideal self, the secret self, the other life, could be found and brought home a person could live in peace and have no need for God who has no need for us, being complete. That last statement may surprise with its tender, loving message left behind for all seekers to feel no matter how they conceive of a God. A relationship with the complete goes far deeper than need nearest to effortless culmination. I now call that love, or true love. My love waves and I wave back. I recommend the writings of Jeanette Winterson to all human beings who read.

So, I am left, myself, now, with the sense that it has all been a search for who I am, a discovery I have been driven insane left to live as a hollow cadaver with no soul, and finding a way to restore sanity to my true, secret self. I, of course, have no way to know how you, in secret, feel. Your life is your own. I feel a need to reach out to others and tell what I know. Recovery is possible. But, there is no formula for it. It is more undoing than doing, more unlearning than learning. So, I say look for writers and teachers who irritate you to undo you to unlearn. The one who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy. One who pulls you out of shit is not necessarily your friend.

In secret I find mercy and forgiveness enough to light the way.