January
9, 2001.
People
who waste their energy in life
waste it by complaining about
the conditions of life.
The conditions
of life appear to change because of
people’s complaints about them.
Life
allots each person enough energy for them to
fulfill their role in the herd;
in a few people there seems to
be an excess sufficient for them to spend a little energy on just themselves.
Why waste it at the movies?!
You can look at the radio,
you can listen to the music,
you can look at the radio, & realize that
apart from the music – there is no
radio.
Cattle
believe that conditions control their lives,
(although they do not think about
it).
Ordinary men believe, (based on conditions),
that their lives are controlled
by whatever the commentary in their head says they are
at any given moment,
and a man who has developed
snake-still consciousness
is beyond such illusionary mongoose
concerns.
You can dance with your stomach,
you can dance with your mind,
and one of the two will make you dizzy.
Man is
an aquarium -- dropped in the sea.
Forget
about: “As above -- so below,” focus on:
”As out there -- so in
here, and:
as in here -- same out
there."
You are
a cow;
you’re in a herd;
individual cows & the herd
move as one.
See it,
accept it,
forget about it, and learn to
do
useful mooing privately on your
own
even amidst the herd’s meaningless
meanderings.
One man swallowed a house,
then he swallowed a yard,
the combination of the two,
made him believe he was conscious.
Why squander your neural juices
on the squeaks of dead flutes when
live cobras are available.
Life
runs with the herd;
life RUNS the herd;
cows do not realize:
”There is no life outside ourselves.”
Without
the mental concept of outside conditions being something separate from
his internal ones,
man would have no manipulable,
serpentine consciousness -- and moreover:
without this natural arrangement,
there would not be those few
cows, here & there
mentally muttering to themselves,
and plotting escape from the warmth & safety of the herd.
One cow’s secret cry:
“To hell with warmth --
my colon is warm;
forget about safety --
my lungs are safe;
what I want is the ability to see
the spot where I can mentally
step away from this mass stampede.”
Blame
the snow,
but never your feet for not being
webbed -- or;
vice the old versey and stay
inside ‘til it melts..
If you do not combine & confuse
the conditions of life
with your mental commentary thereabout
you will not mistake the necessary
for the useful,
or the real from the imaginary,
or in fact,
even be interested in such notions.
Listen to your stomach,
listen to your head,
but don’t necessarily,
listen to your head.
JAN
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