BECOMING LOST IN LIFE 

The most common way to get lost and stay that way in life is to spend time writing or thinking or singing or preaching or watching or listening about the greatness of those who change the world. These are the world’s heroes, the record setters and those who strive to be a part of it. The result, naturally, is that the vast majority of people are considered losers and think of themselves that way. That’s how it goes, man.

The world you were born into is a game. A MAD GAME. That kind of activity is not creative at all. It’s invention. Nothing really changes and that activity even supports any who want to prevent real change. And, for certain, the really creative people will not be mentioned because they are gone from the view of those who wallow in chaotic and idiotic changes inside the human game. Anyway, the name is not the thing. The label “World Champion” is not that at all. For anyone willing to actually accept things exactly as they are, this moment, a wonderful, astounding and unexpected change in consciousness of all humanity occurs that opens a new universe.

Greatness is not personal. Greatness is completely selfless activity. Some have said such people are “too far ahead of their time”. That’s absurd. Time has nothing to do with it. Greatness is perfect. So perfect it transcends suffering. 

Greatness creates whole new worlds. Whole new universes. The Creative IMPULSE behind the known universe started something limitless. Science will from time to time catch and report glimpses and theorize there are other parallel universes as a sign to anyone who is paying attention while science itself continues to debate this one cultivating seemingly endless troubles for those who fear greatness. 

 PARENTS

WHAT IS A PARENT, ANYWAY? 

Don’t toss out your first answer and move on. Stop. Be still. Go blank. Take a breath. The answer is blowin’ in the wind. 

No man owns the seed. No woman the egg. All share the common understanding of one soul. We are born in relationship. No islands. Children everyone.

I harm a child when I call him or her my own. Stop. Be still. Go blank. Take a breath. The answer is blowin’ in the wind. The very action of claiming ownership is tainted. “My” baby. Look into it. The idea makes the child my property and that naming is mere illusion.The child is her own being. Illusion makes a parent. And that answer blew in on the wind just now. Parenthood is illusion.

Adults need to care for the child to prevent harm. Try. Try it. Cannot be done. And the pain of it is too much to stand. So we escape the fact. We invent a Father’s Day and one for Mother. We flatter each other with “you are a good parent”. All illusion, and, as such, untrue.

One time this writer accepted a position with a firm for money. On the first day at work he was told by a supervisor, “The law requires we have an officially designated safety coordinator and as new man we have decided to appoint you.” I replied, “I know nothing of safety coordination”. “Do not worry. It is only necessary to give a name to the proper authorities” was the supervisor’s reply to that. I did not toss out an immediate answer and plow ahead. Instead, I stoppped. Became still. Went blank inside. Took a breath. The answer blew in on the wind. It was, “I do know that happy, content, satisfied people are the safest people and love makes that happen. So, my task was to love these people.  I did just that. I loved my co-workers and they came  to love me back. Instead of signs crying “DANGER!  I took every opportunity to remind them how wonderful they are and how valuable how appreciated and how fortunate to be alive.” So simple. That just might be good advice for anyone stuck with the tag “SAFETY COORDINATOR” since it is impossible to imagine a thing wrong with that. I just would carefully add “love them as they are, without one alteration on my account”.

The wind says it is time to address a common misunderstanding. It has been my experience that every human who accepts a role of authority over even one other forgets the “love” part of the equation from time to time and really forgets the “acceptance without one change” part. A good place to find material like this is in relationships between adults and teenagers. It is rife with material for study. At 14 my daughter asked to come live with me. Her mom and I had been divorced since Shannon was a baby. My ex-wife told me she could no longer handle Shannon. I was thrilled to have her live with me but…at first she was prone to take off and not return until long past my expectations. Feeling mistreated, I vowed each time that upon her return I would give her the lecture of her life and demand she change! However each time when she did appear the memory of the lecture left my consciousness completely and all I wanted was to hug Shannon and welcome her back and love her as she was without a change of any kind on my account. In fact, I heard my voice tell her, I know you know what is good for you, Shannon, and trust you to do that for yourself.  She seemed not to believe that could be my real response at first but as it continued she gradually relaxed into the love. In a short while, Shannon and I became so close I did not believe it could happen to me and she never has ceased to trust me nor I her right up to this day some 30 years later. 

 LIFE’S A SONG?

Suppose with me for a moment life’s a song. Not unlike this one.

And educated scholars call that song “consciousness”and “un” 

to impress and deceive the unstudied lay m’on.

 

If life’s a song?

then we all sing along? Right? So,

what if we do only that much and no more?

We might just discover what we are here for?

And in the multitude of notes, harmonies, and the rhythms of life learn from the song we truly belong?

And like a dog chews its bone we rock, roll and get stoned

while the song goes way out where there’s no right or wrong?

Because love is the song?

And, if love is a song and we all sing along

what if we do only that much and no more?

We might just discover what we are here for?

(Repeat forever)

If life’s a song?

then we all sing along? Right? So,

what if we do only that much and no more?

We might just discover what we are here for?

If love’s a song?

then we all sing along? Right? So,

what if we do only that much and no more?

We might just discover what we are here for?

                                                                    -Johnny Smith

                                                                       AKA WHOOPER SWAN

 ENTITLEMENT

Prior to this century, all nations, cities, and all the thousands of institutions that are invented to belong in them were written on paper in ink. Now, these entities are written in cyberspace. Same thing. Both are very vulnerable to erasures. And both are the invention by human hands long, long following the creation of nature to which all living creatures belong. And long after humans were endowed with certain inalienable rights among which are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And inalienable means rights that cannot be taken away or given. They are stuck too solidly in each human HEART.

These paper nations, cities, and institutions invented as illusions have been forced into the shape of unquestioned human reality by illusory authorities, more inventions on paper, also forged into mental reality for all humans. All this comprises governance by superstition. It is justified by the theory that humans cannot discipline themselves (in other words, are incapable of being human) in the face of facts that tigers have no difficulty being tigers and elephants likewise easily are elephants and bugs are and so on and on. But humans, it is theorized, cannot manage to be human. It is striking to this writer that in this new reality the subject has always been “humanity”. The primary standard for measuring all conduct is “to be humane”. And yet, the system in place requires us to be obedient to a teacher a sheriff a judge a pool of lawmakers a king or president a priest or elder of an organized religion and a boss invented also on paper by…those human hands! Query: if I am incapable, on my own, to be humane what makes the system think all these invented authorities, also only human, will make me so? The scandals say it is otherwise. 

And, get this, the founders of nations and religions all admitted openly and profoundly that it is otherwise. All professed a belief that some power in every human makes it possible for any human to be expected to live in humane harmony according to the nature of humanity in order to justify authorities’ use of violent force against their fellows. Usually the authorities take an oath upon entering office to act under the influence of such an existent power which created them to be human. There exist humans who, knowing with clarity themselves this truth, live in that precise way daily. Such people are lovers of life. As in poker, why not call the hands of all these authorities at once with one voice and walk away from their table? Then the authorities must fold ‘em for lack of an audience. The ace up their sleeve is revealed hypocrisy. We must all then be ashamed and lock arms as one in a new peace.

 REALITY

So many scriptures, so many poems, 

so many songs, so many eloquently spoken speeches have summed up the human situation as “it may be terrible now but one day a Mighty Force will intervene on behalf of all who suffer and bring down the forces of evil in a ghastly explosion of fiery retribution and they will know how awful they have been to the good ones just before they are swallowed up forever. 

That message, as old as it is, has the ears of the self-made righteous in a way that it actually keeps the horror show moving onward with all its unfulfilled promises. Call it the message of “someday”. 

Take note that the message of “someday” always depends on a solid belief in the “righteous” and the “evil forces” who oppose one another. That reality is an invention of the thinking minds of human beings. Words divide. The result of this type of reality in a mind is Hell on Earth. We know it well. It is where those live who are hoping for a “someday”. Can I love my enemies?

Have you noticed the fact that all organized religions are a bundle of promises that never come true? Their focus is always “out there”. Another term for “forces of evil” would be  “the out there  bunches”. Hell, every person who lives on greed is a religious freak for “out there is going to be enough”. Do not jump to defend something. Pause. Pay attention to what you know. 

Try to see that every time someone is hurt psychologically the concept of “good people and bad people” instantly emerges. The thought is supposed to make the injury go away or at least to diminish in intensity. The real truth is the injury will remain to plague its owner for as long as he lives unless the injured party can discover there is another reality. Life in a divided world is Hell. It has to be. Let us  turn to that other reality now.

Another reality. It is this: Heaven is here and it is now. In that case, my only difficulty is that I am ignorant of its presence. My ignorance is the cause of my my belief that some other human being has the power to injure me psychologically. My problem is that I do not know myself completely. I think of myself in the way I was taught to do it. I am my image of myself, in other words. I imagine I am what I think others think I am. In that state I am controllable by flattery and by insult to my image. I can see now how long I have been vulnerable in this way and how often I have been controlled by the opinions of others. I also see that the very concepts of “good” people and “bad  people” are based on my vulnerability to all those “opinions”. I see now that I have been conditioned to substitute a fake world in the place of the real one. The fake one is the invention of thoughts. Obviously, the real one was not invented by human thought. 

Can I change? Do not ask “how?” That would only be the fake world’s conditioned response. We are in need of creativity, not invention of another fake world. Creativity arises in immediate perception. Is that not obvious? Ye are gods having nothing to do except enjoy Heaven in communion with all you meet. I once became angry enough to  want to kill a little old lady for driving too slowly and it turned out that her slowing me down caused me to make a stop I had intended but had failed to make for months on a matter very important to me! Kindness abounds.

 HELPFUL WORDS

I would like to be helpful. There is a big problem on Earth. It has brought uncountable troubles to people. The problem is thinking and its misuse. One can use thinking to make a handle that turns on cold water and another that turns on hot water. That is mechanical and helpful. Humans are living organisms, not mechanical.

However, we have all been trained to use thinking in place of immediate perception and to analyze our way to wished-for truth concerning human lives. Truth is never found that way and, moreover, analysis has disastrous side effects mostly undetected by the analyst who stubbornly continues in the direction of analysis, but tries harder! More troubles pile up. Inevitably, life becomes difficult and finally unbearable. The analyst dies in deep regret. 

What happened to immediate perception? Minds abused in analysis become tired, overcrowded constantly chattering in more and more confusing conflict. Laws are made by teams of confused analysts bickering. Living people are expected to fall in line with such laws. The jury trial we are so proud of depends on arguments presented through the authority of counsel and a judge well considered by a jury of analysts leading to truth. Bullshit! You must see that analysis is divisive. When one divides, psychologically, it is most destructive. Analysis invented authority and authority relies upon more analysis. They are a team of trouble makers seemingly so rooted in people as to be unstoppable. Courtroom counselors purposefully divide the jury panel psychologically. Analysis leads to invention (like the hot and cold water handles) while immediate perception leads to creativity. Invention and creativity are poles apart. Life is creative. 

Modern writers are published because they tell of people struggling inside an insane world of analysis and feed the disease. People identify with the stories they tell and assume the writer to be a genius. Ha! Libraries and museums as we know them, not the bombs, have to go. They tell warped lies ALWAYS MADE FROM PARTIAL GLIMPSES OF THE TOTAL PICTURE that keep us divided. They are not after truth. Not at all. They bring the bombs!

A favorite Biblical story from childhood is the one where Solomon the wise King was presented with an argument between two women each claiming to be the mother of the same child. In the story, Solomon surprises everyone by pronouncing that he will simply cut the child in half and give one half to each woman. Such as that is an example of immediate perception. One of the women revealed her love for the child by surrendering her claim entirely to save the baby. For Solomon to make such a pronouncement as he did required a still mind not tangled and spent in the process of analysis. Immediate perception is also called intuition and faith. And we so badly need its power. Jesus asked listeners to consider the lilies. They neither toil nor spin and yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one lily. Search it out in you. Humans have such untapped capability for living the good life for which all yearn. Each one is called on to find it inside for the reason that inside each one is the whole, complete consciousness of humanity. I am you and you are me and we are everybody!

LEARNING

Let us speak of school. The key to understanding school as educational for its students is the fact every school acts from its purpose. That is what is key.

An institution has more than one purpose. There is its purpose written in words. Words are divisive. That means anything that is not within its written purpose is separate from it and apart from it. The school is divided from the start. Some will interpret the words of its purpose this way while others will interpret the meaning another way. A school is divided against itself from the outset. So, what education is to come from it? It must be limited. What the cost to the student of a limited education?

Suppose a school where there are no teachers only students. Suppose in this school students decide what they are to learn and with whom? Suppose the only rule of this school is: there are to be no rules? 

Second, every institution has a written purpose and an actual purpose. The actual purpose is what controls its activities. The actual purpose is shared by the “authorities” of the school. They make its decisions. They speak often behind closed doors concerning this actual purpose. In fact, any teacher hired has to first convince the current authorities of the school that the actual purpose will not be threatened in any manner. This fact controls the interview process and its outcome. New teachers are aware that their answers in the interview process will decide the outcome so answer accordingly. What is the nature of an education to be dispensed by such dishonest teachers? Little wonder the new teacher’s purpose to educate is forgotten and becomes “a way to earn money for me and mine”. And a follow-up, “life is that way”

Any parent who loves his child will cry at the prospect of sending that innocent to school. Parents have to dig for an escape to live with in “we have no other choice”.

Ask yourself, honestly, why would anyone require children to attend a school? Why do human beings not live in a way that welcomes children to life certain all will get their unlimited education from life itself which is not determined under the countless, well hidden limitations of human authority? 

How many of you believe that what is written here represents “wild, chaotic

undisciplined anarchy? That is because you have no knowledge of who you and others are and no faith in life and no actual understanding of your own nature when set free. It is unknown to you. The meaning of “discipline” comes from “disciple” and is “one who learns”. Really learns. There is such a much better way.