Healing the psyche. What is that? Well, let’s say for now it is the place inside a human being that is an invisible, immaterial world of its own  and is where we actually dwell. Okay? It includes all our thoughts, wishes, ambition, desires, hatreds, anger, greed, fear, and more. It has been seen as a gateway into an infinite realm called often “the unknown”. There is all we do not know and that is a lot. It is  a waste to try and define it further. All conscious living humans know of it.

Is the psyche a thing we share as common to all of us? Is the psyche  in need of healing? When the material body needs healing we are very anxious to obtain that as soon as possible. Without it the body dies. But the question here is what about the psyche? If I heal my body and leave the psyche as is what is bound to happen? Another episode of physical sickness? 

When two countries are at war and the shooting and bombing is stopped and nothing is changed in the psyche of the people what is bound to happen? If people are starving and some others give them money to buy food and nothing is done about the condition of the psyche of those starving people what is bound to happen?

One way to look at this is to consider the intellectual who writes a theoretical piece on the subject of peace as opposed to the poet who writes poetry arising from an actual feeling of peacefulness. If I read the poem with a critical mind especially made up already, a place of knowledge rather than a place of the unknown, and determine we should be peaceful and not be violent I am going to turn to the intellect to make a plan for correcting the world outside. Since the psyche is not altered what is bound to happen? You know because it has happened time and time again for thousands and thousands of years already. It has also happened inside your family behind closed doors day after day all your life. 

 ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

The world seems to be going to Hell fast and faster still until….

Yet the only voices who make a difference AT ALL ARE THOSE OF THE EXTREMELY RICH AND POWERFUL. The rest feel totally at their mercy. We want security like crazy but rely on that which is obviously insecure instead of exploring into what we do not know with the empty attitude of unknowing humility one day at a time. In other words by facing life on its terms.

They powerful say 

“Trust us for we are your only hope because we have all the money and the ownership and the drive to build and build and build to keep you employed so as to keep you fed and sheltered and send you to the doctor. How can any of you even begin to save yourselves? Just plug in and follow orders.” 

At least it is something like that. But those guys and gals will not protect us from the Rat Race to Hell. They are the Rat Race to Hell.

I am sure that no man or woman who is sane and that means someone at least familiar with the truth of what the nature of our problem really is would ever even consider taking a step to promote the concept that an individual human being consider itself to be separate from the whole of Nature and the Cosmos. Whatever we do it should be in accord with truth if we expect anything good to come of it.

A rich guy tells he is dedicated to bringing us into the age of being interplanetary. So exciting! But who is it will point out that it is more important, and vitally so, to learn how to live peacefully and harmoniously on the planet we have been given before we abandon it and spread disease to the Galaxy and beyond.

When I am separate from you I will not hesitate to exploit you. In fact, I must do so in my opinion in order to do well and survive. Separate I will own property to your exclusion. Separate I will employee you to work for me at the lowest rate possible. Separate I will join a system that allows, even encourages, me to form out of thin air (incorporate) a company or a political system or a system of religion you have to join on its terms (it being nonliving thin air) or be cursed to some foretold eternal torture. All this has been fed into your brain by those who wanted to condition you to perform for their benefit. But, please remember that to be separate from the truth you must first be convinced you are not existent. What can exist outside truth? If nonexistent, what are you doing here? The child sees this-

The all is here. Anything separate from it all is not. 

When Christ said, I am the truth, the light, and the way he spoke for all of us (those who exist anyway). He told “You are gods. And you will do greater works than me”!

There is a sudden awareness circulating abroad that the ability to develop artificial intelligence is now so highly evolved and getting more so every minute so that it is quite certain the robots we build will be smarter than humans. They may decide to cease taking orders one day and rid the Earth of us. The way we (almost all ) are conditioned in societies to think our response is bound to be a great fear of robots and a war with them. So far, that is all we know to do. 

Look. How can it ever be justified what explorers who search for the truth do when they find it? They kill it! They claim to own it! They give it a name! And it is so clear we do so only because we have mentally separated ourselves from the truth. You cannot get around the truth, people. If I am real I have to be an inseparable part of the whole of reality. When this is seen one is suddenly and absolutely responsible for the quality of one’s life. No way around that. What a blessing! 

Freedom from the fear of artificial intelligence is simply to perceive the truth of that which we are as a fact, not a theory. We are the inseparable Cosmos! Robots will only be made by the intelligence of the brainwashed nonexistent who through great artificial arrogance are hoping to find the truth someday and distort it. To such brains it means “I will finally get my way”. 

Love broke a man’s heart. He wrote a song. The song touched many others. He became famous for it. He met another woman and felt this is the right one for me. This one will bring the pleasure and security I so desire for the rest of my life. I am sure of it. Little did he know love is not pleasure. 

Love comes to tear your heart apart and render you helpless as a newborn kitten. Love is the opportunity of a lifetime. We often too quickly transfer our allegiance to an object of love leaving the love that is inside us that brought us to our knees behind. Great and painful disappointment follows. You keep on believing love is pleasure as something you can control. The songwriter writes another hit song and life goes on. Nobody questions to the core. Nobody learns. We limp around not feeling real. In complete ignorance of the power of love to face the senseless cruelty and violence that is us, we are dripping in blood. This is your life, Clown!

The opportunity love affords is the chance to choose it with all your heart.  With no thought for your future or any desired outcome accept the wide open field of infinite possibility in store for you regardless of the impact that may have on you and all your many plans and wishes. Bring it on! is all you need say with all your being and what unfolds will be your destiny à la love. You shall know what it is to love the unknown more than you love yourself and you will never leave its unlimited charms. You otherwise sentence yourself to a dull, small, insignificant, crummy life you cannot imagine could be all life is for and spend it busy dying. The chance spoken of here to be born anew with every breath may come but once so for goodness sake be aware!  

 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.