June
12, 2001.
NEWS: INSIDE AND OUT
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Those who believe that their
captivity is due to some identifiable,
specific cause are then liable
to adopt a system of escape
based on tangible efforts and
physical rituals --
which are irrelevant to the
confinement that is actually
bothering the few.
Some ordinary wit long ago professed:
“The significance of our lives is nine tenths in our behavior” --
he was indeed most ordinary, and speaking for those of a
similar bent, (certainly not for the few.)
Animals behave --
real humans cogitate.
Anything the voices can propose
for a man to think,
(due to the local laws of physics),
is from the outset, at least
partially invalid.
All ordinary ideas survive only
by stumbling about on two legs:
via two opposing views of the
one idea.
Only a fully lit mind has views
that are un splintered --
-- they don’t waste their time on views.
(Phews!)
No matter how badly goes an ordinary
man’s investigations of
non tangible affairs --
naught is lost.
(Good to know, huh?!…….if you’re
ordinary.)
And the back up choir
commenced to sing:
“Nothing gained,
nothing lost;
what we seek,
has no cost -- in fact, just the opposite.
Damn! -- we wish we could remember that!”
Prisoners have heroes who they
believe have previously escaped – but, if those still confined find
them admirable -- they never got away.
Fish do not look up to eagles,
and worms want to hear no gossip
unless it involves dirt.
(This is why a man is a double
knit idiot to listen to himself,
…you know: pay attention to
dem-voices.)
There is a type of person who
has a natural-born temperament to dislike anyone they think knows something
that they want to know, but don’t;
they make up a certain sidelines
group in the Waking Up Game.
(They also never
recognize themselves when
reading about themselves.)
You can expect for people you
dislike to dislike you in return,
but what men do not realize
is that the same is true regarding ideas.
Ordinary men, (penned cattle),
believe they display intelligence by saying there is no God;
that man is responsible for
his own destiny,
and that he is making a botched
job of it.
This
is what passes as deep insight with routine minds.
One guy says: “My overall level
of irritation has decreased;
what primarily bothers me now
is everyday life’s constant attempts to suck me in, (get me involved in
all that routine crap).”
A poem:
The Expense Involved
The best cost least, (little or nothing);
the worst -- an arm & a mind.
To be ordinary is to rush toward
the sound when you hear the shout: “Sale!” and find out what the merchandise
is later…same as how an ordinary mind treats the voices.
As soon as an independent mind
hears someone in the crowd count to two, he either stops listening,
or immediately jumps to three
or more on his own.
“That’s the only way
you’ll ever get out of this place alive…..and sane.”
Who
but a fessed-up,
come-cleaned-man
will
drive by an accident and not look?!
(Well,
hey! He never looks at himself --
--
so it shouldn’t be surprising.)
Men become poets while they’re
alive
so they can whine about
BEING alive.
Ordinarily it takes two or more
people to create excitement;
this is why ideas must have
a pro & con constituency to “come alive,”
to be exciting & interesting.
A steady-headed man can
do it alone.
In honor of National
Existence Day,
one man composed & sung
this song:
“Some say life is what you make it,
and some say life makes the man,
some say fate is just a joy ride,
and I say: ‘Make that to go’.”
“Okay, kid,” said the old man:
“I’m gonna tell it to you agin;
it’s just this simple:
If it's something that you can't
experience outside your mind
then you can’t
know anything about it;
all you can do is make
up new stuff about it -- (hey,
everything that everybody else
says they know - they had
to make up).
This is all the secret knowledge
there is: the plain & simple fact that:
the world-of-ideas is
the world-of-ideas, and nothing more;
refusing to face that fact is:
being-asleep --
living-in-a-dream.
For example: things have certainly
happened,
but there still is no such thing
as, History;
there are also no such things
as ignorance, and non enlightenment;
the voices had to make
them up to make themselves get up
out of bed every morning.
Got it?!”
Humor in the hands of the ordinary
is like a heat seeking missile –
with the humorist usually being
the greatest source of heat.
To respond to that classic mortal
inquiry-cum-complaint:
“Does this same particular
joke always have to be on me?”
would be like trying to explain
wet to water --
or convey to captive minds the
reality of:
humor sans aggression or prejudice.
The true
humor of life is known only to the non hypnotized,
and it is true
and funny
only because it has no opposite –
...same as how the ideas
of such men have no contrary --
...which is why
the ideas are so difficult to hear
above the noise of the dualistically fashioned voices.
In the private mental ballroom
of the privileged few,
the controlling directive is:
not that it takes, “Two
to tango,” but rather that it takes two to:
step-on-one-another
-- stumble-around -- trip, and finally fall down.
(This is why you never see two
awake people together at the same time.
Don’t believe it? Go look
in the mirror,
and if you think something along
the lines of: “That’s me” --
-- there is your proof.)
A mystic told a crowd: “After
a life time of studying the matter,
(aside from the undeniable,
extraordinary neural states themselves), the best I can make of our desire
to wake-up
is that
it is the brain’s idea of a joke.”
J
Although it can't be proved; there is speculation
that everybody wakes-up
right at the moment of death.
"Jeeze! That's a long time to wait."
"Yeah, and it doesn't sound very efficient."
The ordinary die many times --
the knowing, but once.
A boy axed
his mother: "What is the trick to being a -- mystical teacher?"
"Making things sound even more complicated than people already thought
they were before meeting you."
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