REPORTS FROM FEAR & NAR,
           (AND DON'T FORGET POMONA).
                              ___________________
 
 
 
 
 
 

The father said to his son:
”Folklore throughout the world has always held that  making constant noise will keep away evil spirits,” 
and the lad complained: 
“But we were talking about consciousness” --
       --  and the old man just grinned at him.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Ordinary men’s concern regarding the 
polluting of the planet 
is an externally directed reflection of an internal problem:
the pollution of the mind by meaningless preferences,
and futile concerns for one’s inherent temperament. 

    Attention nailed to the door will clear the air.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

If you don’t know what you’re doing  -- 
--  talk about what you think you’re doing, 
and if you don’t know your real name -- 
--  talk about other people. 

   Gossip: a substitute for not having a bank account of your own.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The problem with trying to redeem yourself 
is in not being able to feel when the job’s complete.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

             Crime Stopper’s Tip:
             The motive for everything is the same.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Being “conscious” in the common sense of the term is this:
sharing everyone else’s confusion.
Why do it?  There is no need!
                    …..other than to be like them.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

You don’t need to look for it, 
but you do probably need someone to help you 
learn that you don't;
you do need to find it -- 
           --  and that, you can only do for yourself.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The all-revealing, no-more-hiding-&-concealing question that men never ask: 
“From what totally alien place did we come, 
and thru what unknown, irrational door did man  come so as to get here and be able to live at odds with this environment?!  --  in conflict  with nature itself!
             In other words: ‘Who let us in?’”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

As they sat resting between bouts of running with scissors, and shooting B.B. guns at each other’s eyes,
a boy noted to his pal:
”The neat thing about playing games that you can’t win is that you never lack for something to do,”
and his bud countered: 
    “That’s crazy.  Where’d you get that?”
”My old man told me.”
   “Oh, well that explains it.”
Fact: A boy’s father will never lie to him since they both reside in the same house, (read, head),
plus: if the lad ever reaches actual maturity
he will be the one that gives RE-birth to the elder.
Fact: You can trust only your own cells;
the problem is that yours are related-to, 
and entangled-with everyone else’s, 
and it takes experience & a certain talent 
to distinguish the voice of yours from the din of the other 
sixty trillion, million, Godzilla-billion ones.
It’s there --  just uncultivated.
”Hey mama, I’m a big time record producer;
just sign on the line, and it’ll be Star Time.”
Thus, (viewed from the skewed inside),
does the talking part of each person’s brain 
seduce them – with dreams of glamour, fame, 
and above all --  understanding! 
Hot damn  --  what a scam!
(Unless of course you catch on to the con…
…and discover that you are both the con-ER.
 and the con-EE,
and that under such conditions, 
no con has gone on at all.
Who is harmed by a nurse in an asylum comforting one of the deranged music lovers with the teeny little fib that Amadeus has returned from the dead?!,
or that J.B. got new teeth?!
“Ah!  Thank you, jesus! 
Everything I do 
gonna be funky, [Bump, Bump!], from now on.”) 
And with that, the boys picked up their 
guns & scissors, and headed for the bridge.
Fact: Un winnable wars are waged only by the
foolishly serious.
Fact: All conflicts not over 
krispy kremes, or kourtesans are foolish: un winnable: 
un losable, and one heck of a way to pass 
seventy, otherwise boring human years. 
(Footnote de obscuria: There is an outlaw league
in which the players derive their fun from 
looking up the dress of abner-doubleday.
Or as troy-of-alexander was want to say: 
”If the powers-that-be hadn’t a’wanted us to find the whole thing funny, they wouldn’t a’made us in their image --  and then TOLD US they did!        Whew! 
What a sense of the super ridiculous they must have.”
And so saying, the mighty troy gathered up the remains of the knot while assuring one and all that: "I did not!”
   [Yet another harmless bruit to amuse the brutish…
                   …before they became british.])
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Here are, The Rules Of The Game: Keep your eye on 
The Rules Of The Game --  not the ball.
(Note to our super solemn readers: 
that was, The Joke For The Day.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Mind is so constantly anxious to have something 
to try to understand 
that it will make up stuff that it doesn’t understand 
just to have something to work on: 
(e.g. what happens after-death; 
what came before the first moment of time; 
are we what we are by nature or by nurture? etc),
                 Is that a hobby or what!?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

How can people believe it when they say: “I know that I do not understand such & such matter correctly…” 
what else does a human possess by which to 
understand things other than the thing doing so now?
When you realize the full implications of this, 
you  have stepped on the right track; 
then there is nothing that is not part of the track.

            When, in your mind, 
            quietude & activity become separated -- 
             --  you are back in the starting blocks.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Being-asleep is not a condition, but rather an attitude toward a condition, (man’s natural mental condition).
The few don’t dislike, being-asleep,but rather the fact that the mind can only think of one thing at a time.
The majority only find fault with the content of 
what goes on in their mind; 
the few with the fact that only one thing at a time can.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

First thing every morning one man would passionately plead to his reflection in a mirror: “Who are you?” 
happy in the knowledge that he didn’t know -- 
               --  and probably never would.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A memorable break through is in progressing from 
the perception that the new & extraordinary understandings that arise in your mind 
are true -- metaphorical, 
to realizing that they are likewise so --  literally as well.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A feature of an enlightened man might be 
that he has no real interest in other people’s lives  --
…and in truth is pretty indifferent even toward his own.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

One day it suddenly hit a man 
that everything that bothered him, was in some way, involved with gravity -- 
                               --  including things metaphysical. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

When your eyes are opened and you face the fact that things are as they are, 
there is no longer any question of:
“How can things be like this?!” 
They can be like this because they ARE like this. 

                      What’s the problem?!

You are confused from taking the thing that lives your life,  claiming to be you  -- FOR you. 

                                  Wise Up!

Let it do its thing,
and you do yours, (which should be to): 
           wise up!

.

                                         J

....(after all, what's the point in having run with scissors all these years if you don't?!)