May
12, 2001.
A man had a dog who was like
a member of the family.
It constantly left home
-- which the man did not like;
it doing so hurt no one
-- which the man never noticed;
all he thought about was how
much he didn’t like it running (all he was aware of was that he didn’t
like it!)
He mused, mulled & troubled
over the dog’s unruly behavior, and talked to himself continually about
the problem and what might be done to rectify it.
He discovered that others claimed
to suffer a
similar situation,
and he read their books that
instructed you on how to control your animal, attended their seminars,
and accepted suggestions wherever
he found them;
he even took drugs that purported
to give you
magical power over your dog;
he eventually tried everything
he ever heard of,
but nothing he did would keep
the dog from running off whenever it chose.
He discussed the problem with
psychologists, biologists, anthropologists, priests, astrologers,
witch doctors, medical doctors
--
anyone who might could tell
him what to do.
After many years spent in totally
impotent discussions with a wide variety of people about this persistent,
and vexing problem --
one day it hit him:
the one person in the entire
universe that he had not talked to about it was the dog.
Bingo! Solutionville.
(Note: “talked” as herein
used
is not the one found in the
dictionary.)
The few are truly to-wealth-&-privilege-born:
wealthy in that each of them
is two people,
and privileged to be in ceaseless,
glorious battle,
one with the other.
Trying to stop an action requires
that you take action;
thus the action never ends.
Announcing the establishment
of:
The
Gnomic Project Of Getting From Here To There,
Which
Is To Be Realized Via The Gradual Dismantling of HERE.
A man actually born to Wealth-&-Privilege
had this to say:
“Those who want to awaken are
indeed
two separate people,
and what is most striking
is how dissimilar the two are.
One is a vain, insensitive,
stumbling & stupid brute;
the other, his total antithesis,
and vigorous critic.
One irredeemably asleep,
the other, irrepressibly troubled
thereby.
Quite a setup, huh?!”
One man says: “I can talk about
awakening as long as -- -- dogs-can-bark.
(And interestingly enough, now
that I think about it,
the two unfailingly parallel
one another. Hmmm?!?!…”)
On planets where conditions would
be more favorable for the few: Nature would
abhor redundancy.
(Though god only knows what
they would then do for stability!)
“Ahh!” moans the common mind:
“The constant barking &
forgetting:
I embrace the sweet sting of
your
all-important stability.”
The public ridicule of common
human eccentricities benefits no one;
making private note thereof
to those
lacking stable eccentricities,
can.
Today’s Insider’s Metaphysical
Tip:
Never become a follower of an
idiot, and
stop listening to that thing
calling itself, “your thoughts.”
Have you ever checked its credentials?
Have you ever even asked
for them?
Have you ever even thought
about it?
…and you’re gonna try and make
a distinction between being a follower of an idiot teacher,
and listening to your own thoughts?!
…that’s what you’re gonna try
and pull?!
Oh, and did you take note of
who it is that is actually trying to run this scam?
No – come on! Don’t start
up again and tell us that you hadn’t even THOUGHT
about it.
And now the weather report: Talk
to the dog.
.....(Once you discover the
secret version of, “talk.”)
Never spit at shadows,
all it does is distract your
attention, and allow the
caster thereof to attack you
at its leisure.
To ever get everything straight
in your so-called mind
you must: watch your back; protect
your front,
and shield your sides, and then
finally recognize that in a warehouse filled with imaginary fruit, all
seemingly rotten, selecting & rejecting is a fool’s pastime.
Once you suddenly realize the
nature of your relationship to the dog, and Aunt Selma,
you no longer cast any imaginary
shadows
for anyone to assault.
If your feelings & image
of your self can be hurt --
you are strictly from this planet,
and
not
to any wealth, or privilege born.
Everyone is just a regular person
–
and only the IR-regular
think otherwise;
and right there is the answer
to the question you’re usually too frightened, or too angry to think about.
Most people spend most of their
life away from home.
To finally catch-on
-- you must return-home.
Taketh thyself back into thy
house --
......... (and take the dog with
you.)
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