FOREVER YOUNG

Just life on a walk or a run in the woods without the participation of a continuity keeping time by a clock or listening to background noise that does not belong to such a moment so the continuity can pretend to be elsewhere.  Ahhh, or is there some deeper wish, a nowness, trying to trick the continuity who is responsible for everything into thinking it is elsewhere so it will cease to interfere with nothing? Now we are getting nowhere naked of participation just now. Deeper still, finds only a swim without any swimmer. Where is the swimmer? Hiding? Do you imagine the swimmer is back at home reading a book? Who are you? Dancing but no dancers? Sex without performers? These have happened so what about them apples? Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who was not there. He was not there again today. How I wish he’d stay away. Is it up to me? Who am I? The man and his shadow? Jekyll and Hyde? The fullness of  attention, maybe? Is it a matter of remaining with the apples I like?

I have often recalled a great and wonderful naked intercourse with a woman I adored and when it ended she was dressing to go about what she called the business of life while I was left complaining with greatest passion- 

“Why in the name of God would anyone in their right mind ever consider leaving this we have to go someplace else for even two seconds!” And I meant it. I was left believing “I am alone for sure”. 

One night walking out of a meeting with some close friends to dialog about the truth I asked whatever might be listening to my silent voice that same question and the answer was as clear as a sunny day and it was “It is up to you whether to leave this state you are in now or remain with it wherever you may go or whatever you do.”  Suddenly, life took on a very special meaning that has never left. Life is not a mechanical process…no process of cause and effect is it…not in the least…and I knew my only and full responsibility at last. Forever Young is the name.

 Two friends were out for a walk.

First: Thought would never sink to creating with words a thing that is pure fiction and believe it can own property to the exclusion of people and employee people to work for it and lobby politicians in office and bring lawsuits in courts and employ armies to fight wars on its behalf and actually hold meetings and think for itself, and inspire human beings to be loyal to all of its programs would it? Would thought do that? Does thought realize it has created this mess we endure where government, religion, and commerce on Earth are controlled by such idiotic pretense?

Second: No, it anticipated your concern in advance and it created you and me first to be its fictitious thinkers. It is all on you and me now. 

First: The very complex fiction you have pointed out is seen by you now by some miracle arising from someplace beyond thought. And, out with you on this walk, I can hear your clear, direct truth miraculously from that place beyond time and thought, too. It is up to us. You and I have created the fiction we serve. 

Second: It is so! Life has been made fiction and fiction has taken its place. Why, today, we even die by a system of thought as fictional robots. We need to stay home where life and sanity reside and tend to our own affairs. Let us commit to that.

First: And leave all fiction to work out its own demise. Calvin, I ask you now, based on actual experience of thinking, what do you know is the motive of every thought of any fictional character. To be real? You think?

Second:  Of course, it is like the story of Pinocchio the wooden puppet who wanted more than anything to be a real boy. Had to find his heart and the meaning of love. That is what the world needs now more than anything. Compassion and lots of it! 

First: Like Pinocchio each human needs to find the courage within to find out the truth of “who am I?” End suffering! And live and die as humans!

 CAN I ANALYZE  MY WAY OUT OF THESE TROUBLES?

 

Suppose I am looking at tree. The tree can talk to me and I can talk to the tree in my language. I see this tree is small. I see the tree has several crooked branches. The tree has some brown leaves. 

I say, “You ought to be tall and straight and green.”

The tree tells me, “I see I am too short. I see I have many crooked branches. I see my brown leaves. What can I do to change all this? I am the way I am. How can I change?

I say, “Your outside appearance is a reflection of how you think inside, psychologically.”

The tree asks, “How can I change how I am, psychologically?’

I say, “First, look inside  and find out how it is, as a fact, you think.”

The tree replies, “I do not think. I don’t even know what that is!”

“How can you talk if you do not think?” I ask the tree.

“Well, I talk because you want me to.” Answers the tree.

“Oh, my. What if you are the way you are as a reflection of how I think, psychologically”. I am beginning to see something I never have seen…I think I am a thinker…an observer of my own life…so you see me that way…I cannot change how I think…because I am what I think…so…you cannot change…until…until…I admit as a fact I think things I do not want to think…and my thinking is very muddled with confusion and the muddle controls how I live…and

the tree instantly grows tall, straight, and very green.

 FOOTBALL FUN

Let’s see. I love football as a child and want to play it all the time. It is important to be clear that this is a team sport. All parts of the team are equally important to its perfect performance. The object of the game is that he who has possession of the ball will not be knocked off his feet and be down as defined as a knee touching the ground while carrying the ball across the opposing team’s goal line. Am I right? 

If so, as a coach I want to tell the boys who are to play for me that there is a way to play the game perfectly well by absolutely not thinking or reasoning about the process, only playing with full attention. Thinking, using time and memory when it is of no assistance, only slows it down and that results in bad decisions. 

This way of play is likened to a river constantly flowing not by cause and effect or any such thought produced system being involved but a river flowing by its own logic in its on DNA. Each player is to be totally unconcerned with explanations. This requires tremendous awareness, intelligence, energy and courage. These are so appealing to humans. People want to be in contact with them as much as possible. Observing them in others is very pleasant for fans. But it is so important to have my own emersion in them. Such is known as fulfillment. The experience described is felt as an effortless flow. One can continue to play until he passes out.

Can life be this?

* When a player is asked to explain any part of a game he will reply that it is a game to be played as team. Either we do or we do not. There is however an ingredient that is invisible that must be present that only players know. It is sacred.

 A thing of greatest importance has been discovered that will speed the transformation of humans from the overwhelming weight of our mental chains. Only you can free you, so, pay careful attention.

It is up to each human to see clearly that (s)he is driven by words. A word, defined by other words, mere illusions all, never can be the thing described. To continue under the spell of having given such enormous power to words to the end of your days means a totally futile existence unworthy of a flea. Try for once that action that thought never touched and you won’t be goin’ in circles of confusion no mo’ living as the word ghost who claims to think for you with an unnatural language compiled by all the other word ghosts who have never been there. Oooohhhh.

Seeing this, the whole mind will cease completely its addiction to words as it opens wide to the whole picture it belongs within with a great deal of astounding new intelligence and a release of terrific energy from the falsely arrogant need to philosophize, argue, explain, judge, criticize, persuade and draw conclusions from dead language and a true human acts from a dimension beyond time and thought with a purity of action based in compassion for all, compassion and that’s all. Service to the words good and evil banished shows things too long dreamed impossible. Then you’ll see compassion’s clue. E-v-i-l is l-i-v-e spelled backward.

 Simple Direction 

The one you and I think to be independent from thought and is doing our thinking ( as the person who thinks) needs to be abandoned in favor of the one we are really who is completely independent of thought like nature is (which is obviously something not put together by thought) and is in fact an indivisible part of all nature. Then and only then it all works to perfection. You see, the thinker we think we are is an imposter, who is, like any gremlin when improperly followed, a being out to darken our world in confusion, fear, ambition, jealousy, greed, lust, and competition all in order to keep its image at the center of our being. Thought is disguising itself as who we are in reality and needs only to be put in its proper place as a servant. Shame on thought!

All you love when you love them know in certainty, in a feeling “I am an indivisible part of nature, the whole of life, therefore, I AM!” There is a legend about The Flying Dutchman cursed to ride the seas on a ghost ship until he finds someone to love him enough to die for him. The story is about you. The ghost ship legend goes back to ancient Egypt. We sail that ghost ship as nations of the world we have put together by thought.

When you as thinker meets You As You Are you will have found one who loves you as you are who will die for you. Those who remain as the thinker, as you were before, will never find love. Now you will find only love. All thinkers who are fortunate enough to meet you as you are will love you enough to die for you.

 ONCE A KID

Once there was a child who did not want to go to school. “I want to stay home today” he told his parents day after day and  an argument followed. 

The child, being so young, had no vocabulary yet to answer the question his parents asked “What’s wrong with you!” He might have told them: 

 “The school is narrowing my view of life day after day and I am inadequate to defend what I am from their line of reasoning which I find utterly alien to me. They let me know they have plans for me and I am so determined I should follow my own plan all the days of life. I pray to find someone who understands my great anxiety.”  

The child’s body is older now but his heart remains forever young and still beats out the same message and he has found a way today to express his life long pain in his own words. It is the lament of every kid ever born on Earth. It is all inclusive and springs from no goal or motive….encourage me and let me be. Encourage me and I will show you things you only once dreamed of.

For Charly