Stories From Around The World, 
              And Down Your Street
 
 
 
 
 

                         THE DRIVE-BY LIFE

Under routine conditions, men’s consciousness of life 
is as though it is a drive-by-incident
of which they just happen to be an observer,
(and some time participant); 
their best knowledge of it being based on little more than brief, periodic glances given to it as it passes by.
 

If you are not in that real time, special state 
whereby your brain's conscious attention 
is under its own conscious control, 
you are simply a nervous system whose responses are 
strictly un conscious and non personal;
  -- there is no you in you --  only animal instinct;
                         you are not fully human.

                        The brain has a hand --  use it.
 
 
 
 
 

                         THE DOG GOES FIRST

All those who decide to look for the understanding commence convinced that the first step is to 
quieten their yapping dog.

Most never pass this frustrating stage.

Those who adopt a system to aid in their search
soon come to see the territory they trod as being one of: 
Bi-lateral Potential:
they are either in their ordinary state of mind,
or else in a more alert one,
and they constantly shift from one to the other:
they are dozing --  then realize it, 
and pop into the more alert state --
where they stay for a moment --
then --  literally  --  “before-they-know-it” --
they’re back in the ordinary, distracted state until
once again they finally realize it, and in so doing,
suddenly are back in the more alert state once again,
and so on, over and over to eternity.

Why does no one perceive another possible 
perspective on this,
and rather than sticking to the common, historical view of what was just described, as it  being the reality of a:
Bi-Lateral Potential,
why not see it instead in light of what it fairly SCREAMS
out to be: A Sequential Inevitability?!

(Since he seems destined to do it anyway): 
Give the dog the first bark – forget about it -- 
                              then you take over.
 
 

The system that one man peddled to do-this-thing, he labeled: “No matter how you put it back together --
              there always seems to be some parts left over.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                          WHATEVER IT IS

If you can’t eat it, fuck it, or use it as a pillow, 
the serious attention it deserves is --  none.
 
 

Everybody knows a con is going on --
but nobody recognizes its specific nature.

…they just can’t figure out what the pay off is… 
    ….”What the hell’s the punch line?!?”
 

The level of consciousness in man 
is whatever life wants it to be.
Men are no less or no more hip to what is going on 
than life, at any given moment, needs them to be.
 

               The joke’s on everyone who never realizes that --
                                        it’s all a joke.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                                 YOU CAN

Struggle to be something extraordinary,
or become Super Regular
by seeing  --The Irregular Interest
through to its finale.

There is nothing as ultimately extraordinary as: 
        The Realization of The Accommodation.

      (Nothing is as shamefully stupid as
      lightening moaning over the noise of thunder.) 
 
 

Clinging to the impression that there is both an
ordinary mind and an enlightened mind 
is swapping security for the truth.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC

A man with one-way-thoughts is on a one way street,
and a man who thinks of himself as being what he thinks,
defines a one way street. 

No one is going anywhere 
who believes that he is going somewhere,
but everyone must try to go --
but then eventually realize the reality of 
the five words that begin this sentence;
once that is accomplished -- 
it is smooooooth sailing to no where! --
             to right where you’ve secretly been wanting to go.
 

The dead will not only “bury the dead,”
but will RE-bury them --  over, and over, and over again;
and indeed will actually live a greater part of their lives 
in the graveyard -- weeping over the illusion of a past.
 

    A man with regrets is a dead man standing.
 
 
 

Everybody has a palm pilot, (an electronic butler), 
implanted in their head that constantly reminds them of their life thus far & dream-weaves a presumed, pertinent future.
 

     A man with a tomorrow --  died yesterday.
 
 

A man who handed out maps that perhaps pointed in 
the right direction, published them under the title:
                  “One Mind: One Time: One Place.”
 
 

In the far away -- mystic-hall 
of the far away –  secret mystic-master,
the great secret was:   Do it NOW.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                               LOOK HERE

From the nervous system --  the brain;
from the brain  --  consciousness;
from consciousness  --  the mind,
and from mind --  the chopped liver that once was 
                            a butcher shop. 

Mind searching for “The truth” is  --
                           looking for the hole in, “keyhole”.
 
 
 
 
 

The belief that there are things that cannot be touched that are important, significant, even sacred,
is held only by:  the sane, civilized and ordinary,
(in other words) : by almost the entirety of humanity,

……..….almost.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

All suspect that there must be a short cut to 
the understanding  --  which is true --
but few take advantage of it:
it is in going off on the trail that heads toward the area:
”There-must-be-a-short-cut-to-the-understanding,”
to investigate exactly what is going on over there.
 

               Consciousness has a grip
 

                                       J