THE BOOK
THAT IS SHORT ENOUGH
FOR EVERYBODY TO READ
And To Laugh Out Loud
By Johnny Smith

A small honey bee, when it senses smoke, flies immediately to the comb and begins to feed ravenously to prepare for the impending wildfire and the necessity to move the entire colony of 70,000 to a new home, a tremendous task.

Made in that same loving way, man invented languages and with it invented Man Itself and became so impressed with their abilities they were no longer willing that their language serve God’s pure and simple way, but insisted on taking a way of their own...And it began with a fence. And they said it is good. And the road taken has led us to suffering and self-destruction. And so,
Man named the one to whom they gave all the credit for their language... Mind. And, each man became their own mind. And Man called it The Mind of Man. And said, It is good. Mind created a god of their own understanding in their own image to serve them. And they said it is good. Mind writes books now and fills libraries as proof the Mind Of Man exists even though the evidence impresses nothing except the Mind of Man. This nonsense is Man’s way of claiming immortality. It is but a futile, ignorant effort doomed to failure. All the libraries of man do not compare to a single moment of the reality of life.

Likewise, all the skyscrapers, all the bombs, all the technologies are but nothing.
Man denies that which has been known by them for thousands of years, at least, that one day even mighty Sun will go out. Poof! They do not know what to do with that fact so as they do with all else that baffles them, they ignore it.

In this brief volume the term Man is a plural noun. 

Have You Seen Such Windows?

Billy: I read. Love to read. Good books. Books that say something. Not the kind that are rank vomit to corral a reader in ideals, ideals, ideals all incompetent all indifferent, uninvolved, lukewarm and blasé. All the words, all the hooks, all the tangled webs woven to only mimic ideals nonexistent.

That way of learning entraps the student before seven in a world with shutters that do not open to invite a child to climb free from its clutches and avoid accepting the wicked invitation to live by other peoples' concepts of what makes a good joke so he'll know when to laugh. A boy I know taught me that. He did not laugh at my jokes until I quit expecting him to.

Have you seen such shuttered windows? Look as if they should open, don't they? but do not. Even promise to open but do not? Even are advertised as easy open windows but are locked tightly shut?

First an alphabet. Then a series of properly enunciated sounds to form words that are certified as proper and legal to be used to make sentences that form complete thoughts which decay and rot quicker than they are conceived and before even put on paper to be bound and published as books of the same self determining logic with which the windows are permanently locked against all but a tiny glint of creative genius. Religion out here teaches in such a way. The primary lock is the one that adds up to a sentence that authorizes some expert to determine who is smartest in the land by testing the child's ability to lock himself up so air tight no wind is able to reach into the lungs of freedom that hold contempt and disrespect for authority and sing out in protest in an unknown tongue against languages organized into patterns which like cell bars separate loved ones and stultify passions and make listeners and readers feel rejection at a primary level of life except they be deciphered by that tiny glint of genius, and, stripped of all falseness, be used to open windows where none existed.

We need windows to reveal to the eye of the beholder no truth originates in the mind of an insider. A society is a group of insiders who by their way of thinking make everybody else outsiders to them. All within a culture are untrue. All cults breed contempt. There is a window.

Have you seen such windows?

To live in a house without windows is to make all the world outside dark. The brighter the light inside the house the darker the outside is to the minds of those trapped within. There is a window.

Have you seen such windows?

Recently I overheard in a conversation a woman wonder why a kid like me would crawl up a chimney when the sheriff looked the other way to escape from a jail where the sheriff wanted me to remain until told I could leave. She was concerned that I have bad qualities and wanted to find a way to explain boys like me. I could tell that woman was really of the opinion that for someone to deliberately violate a rule of society is a cause for alarm. Something should be done about it. She asked a writer of books what he thought of the matter. He ventured that the public has always been fascinated with bad boys. They envy bad boys who seem to them to be free. I wonder

why anybody would build a jail?

In the beginning, God was Mean and Hateful. And Mean and Hateful was Its Name. M&H decided to make Earth (with light) (which is neither form nor is it void) and put life on it. It was not easy to make a Universe from Nothing. It needed to be done exactly right. But, M&H wanted so badly to make this New World to watch all the plants and animals kill and eat one another forever to feel better about Itself. So, It did.

However, His Plan went awry and it was so because He had used Light to make the New World. And M&H was disappointed for soon the animals and plants who ate each other began to feel, to their own surprise, actual admiration, then love for one another and some of them felt their mutual dependence here bonded them in a unique way just as strongly as peace and tranquility might have done. “We are all in the same boat”, they thought. It was also seen by a few that, for example, baby zebras became mighty lions and a stalk of celery had become a young baby boy or girl in the eating way of this new world, and so they even began to admire, then love, their Creator, although they knew not who that was. They called It Good. And So IT IS Forever!

And, so, It turned out that, when M&H was called Good, it saw beauty in its world and wanted to help.

Right away, M&H began to wish It had not made humans in Its image because those guys were a real problem to the rest of Earth. Then, It remembered that by doing a shitty thing Itself, It had become Good and had found a heart made of love inside Its own breast that made it want to help. That same grace must surely bring all the humans into alignment with M&H's new spirit. M&H had, in fact, done a good thing from the beginning. So let us have faith in M&H and thus faith in ourselves; and let us call M&H by a new name, Nice and Helpful.

N&H had originally believed with all his being that what he had created when he made us was something rather impure and predictably erring. Imagine, if you can, the utter chagrin that must have been Its when the nasty little bastards changed M&H into N&H. The tables were turned! Having saved our God, we found the way to save ourselves in the process. This brings us right up to date on matters. Keep trudging.


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POSSIBILITIES!

How many possibilities are in a moment of time? Unlimited? If so, what are we worried for? We do not even accept a possibility. We are doers, planners and doers. We strive. Every striven boy must at some time fail. If it does not kill the boy to fail, we say, Get up, strive some more! Strive on! Show us what you are made of, Boy! You can do it! Heroes and cheerleaders. Is that how we live? For myself I admit that from the time I was introduced to it, I looked for ways to cheat it. That life failed to draw me. The cheating made me feel guilty more and more. And, after awhile, I learned it was fraudulent. I was the fool. I was still striving the same as everybody else I just took more circuitous routes to get to the target. I was stuck. And I hated it.

I was lucky to find a teacher who recognized my predicament and knew he could show me where I was stuck. He asked me, How many possibilities are in a moment of time? Unlimited? If so, what are you worried for? If you could tap into the wonder of infinite ways to go and allow yourself to be carried as on a wind would you? He told me of a fountain. Showed it to me. It is inside me. He suggested I drop my myriad concerns and be filled by the fountain. As a way of life daily. He recommends I spend a minimum of one hour everyday playing in the fountain. Splashing. Giddy as a kid.

By doing this I learned what makes us strivers. Planners and doers. It is lack of faith in ourselves. Faith is intuitive knowledge. It is the fountain I mentioned, the one inside. Where it is fun to learn. To learn of the excitement of being. WE ARE GODS. I am not the first to tell this.

Athletes know of a real experience whereby they have become unbeatable for a period of time. A basketball player suddenly cannot miss the basket, for example. It happens in every sport. The zone. And it is certainly real.

Think of a thirsty man alone in a vast desert who will die if he does not find water. Once in a while such a person feels directed and follows the direction and finds water he needs to live. Maybe he is religious. He is certainly grateful. He gives thanks. Does it occur to the man to wonder whether the force that saved him can do other wonders for him? No. He returns right away to the world which created his distress and lives on as a planner and doer telling the story for money and career contacts in the striving game.

What do the athletes do with the information they receive which shows them a zone where they are unbeatable? They sell it for money in the game of striving for your living. And, know what? They feel lucky to be doing that. Others envy them. Does it occur to the athlete to wonder whether the force that made him a super star in basketball can do other wonders for him? No. Instead, he turns back to the marketplace of competition and striving and makes a deal to endorse products in advertising to influence impressionable children to scream their lungs out for their parents to go shopping! Where do they shop? In the marketplace of striving. How do they afford the products their kids cry for? Strive! Strive! Strive! And it never stops. Do you doubt the connection between all this demanding and striving to the mental breakdowns so common in society? And do you doubt how dear the cost of those mental pressures? Of course not. You feel them.

If you could tap into the wonder of infinite ways to go and allow yourself to be carried as on a wind would you?

At the pinnacle of a fulfilled life is not the time to consider dying.

No, it is a time to begin living, really, for the first time. Most have the way backward. They are living first in hope of becoming fulfilled. Until you are fulfilled you cannot live a balanced life. First balance then live. Do not even consider how to live first. Balance first. If not, you will become more and more unbalanced until you finally die.

Two had drinking problems. One quit and never drank again. The lucky one? No. Not at all. The one who quit lived in an unbalanced state, in the dark, for the remainder of life because he could; but he did not drink. He lived in fear and also died in fear. The other one who did not quit is the lucky one. That one realized that for him life as he experienced it was not worth living and so he chose to drink on. He could not quit and bear to live stumbling around in darkness for the rest of his life. But he landed face down and was carried to AA. There he met people who knew better than to tell him to quit drinking because they saw themselves standing in his shoes. Instead, they advised him to try and get balanced first. AA, you see, is for people who cannot stop drinking. The second man did seek to be balanced first. It worked. He never drank again; and, living in the light he had not known, was glad about it.  

Nobody can sell you a balanced life though many offer to do so.  Since a balanced life is a discovery of what you have, how can anyone sell it to you?  You can bet that anyone offering to sell it to you on Visa or Master card or for cash has it not themselves and is trying to pull the wool over you. No book has it.  No song will give it to you. No program no mantra no chants or prayers.  No wardrobe nor membership credentials. This blog has not got your balanced life either. 

Once a man said of a teacher who gives his work for free that what works for my teacher does not work for me and he left his teacher and all the while his teacher had been saying to him, be who you are, you have it already in you. And the man heard, be like me. Imitate me. Sad, really.

Only you have it. Listen.  Something inside calls for you to step up and receive it as your very own. Now.

This jazz is absent all agendas!

Each Human Being, a Complete Society Unto Itself,

plays with the others out of love

Each Human Being, a Complete Society Unto Itself,

plays with the others out of love

Each Human Being, a Complete Society Unto Itself,

plays with the others out of love

That means you...as you are this moment in time...wherever you live. You are a complete society with the gift of perfect balance at your finger tips that you can experience with the help of a friend who has it. Free. That is correct it will cost you nothing. It can only be received as a gift. Otherwise, you will walk forever out of whack and never know what is the source of all your troubles. Why you will sacrifice anything for gold.

What makes it possible to feel unity with others is the same thing that permitted a popular folk singer to go electric at a critical moment and cause a fury of change in a song about a rolling stone, the best song ever. That stone can be a planet filled with life forms and radiant. Or, it can be, and is, every single human child that is born on a planet like that one. In both cases, the motion is a circle the direction nowhere the destination nothing and the pilot nobody. Gravity. It is the journey that matters. What is gravity except it be love? Defined in science it is the mutual attraction of matter in the Universe or the force that attracts a body toward the center of any other physical body having mass. The general definition of the term is anything of extreme or alarming importance. They sort of gel do they not into one undefinable force?

The force behind the discovery of jazz is the same thing. And undefinable as well. This jazz is absent all agendas.

Anybody's free to build

Emptiness is your signal

that in a stretch we are fulfilled

so dip your pig tail in love's inkwell

You have resined up your bow
let each moment triumphant seize ya
You are made ready for the show
no mere mistake up there will freeze ya
Let it happen! It serves to fulfill what sages tell

play on!
Let the source of playing lead ya

M' Little Blue Eyed Rolling Stone...

a force of Extreme importance freed ya

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.