July
31, 2001.
As
per family tradition: on the last day of certain months,
they
had skipped the morning meal & were out to meet day break,
down
wind, ready to dig up some, you-know-what,
and
the father said to a son:
“Here
is something else which I cannot too highly commend to your attention:
You
can get a taste of the consciousness that allows you to,
See-to-the-bottom-of-things
if you will take something that
you
esoterically discovered on your own -- reverse it, and
realize that it still tells you something just as fresh and useful as it
did the other way around.
You
would think that anyone could do this who tried –
but
if that be so then I tell you this: damn few ever try.”
And
with those words, the digging commenced,
and
the elder began to tell spontaneous tales between shovel thrusts.
“One
man would fish,
some
times letting his bait drift downstream
some
times reeling it back in,
giving
a lesson on how to dance your way out of prison."
Shovel,
toss, tale tell.
“The
King & Core of The Universe has a favorite word
which
he has his favorite creatures constantly say,
(it
is a letter in the human alphabet);
hearing
it said accomplishes three things:
it
makes him feel childlike again;
it
makes the creatures feel real
again,
and
it secretly reveals the secret to everything.”
Dig,
lift, throw & talk.
“Those
just starting the struggle to awaken think man is asleep;
those
at the end do not think that man is in
any
particular condition, one way or another; he is just man.
Yet
another note regarding the complexity of the ordinary,
and
the near-nothingness of those, gone-hip."
Bend,
shovel, sweat, speak.
“Ah,
and another note regarding confinement:
All
prisons are manned & maintained solely by the imprisoned.
(The
ultimate in: Doing-it-all-yourself.........................[sad
to say.])"
Shovel,
shovel -- toil and bubble.
“And
how about this:
How
To Tell That A Man Knows Nothing About:
The REAL
SUBJECT:
He
condemns & he quotes.
…(And
by the way: how does this fit the actions of your own little inner man
who speaks to you about all of this?)"
He
wiped away a drop of sweat, and added:
"Also,
my boy: those who believe in sin believe it is all right to be asleep,
and
those with faith in salvation think it acceptable to remain so."
Foot
to spade, spade into dirt, dirt into air -- words trailing.
“Life
wears a skirt;
climbs
tall ladders,
and
wears no underwear -- for a-man-with-eyes.
Note:
all cells have eyes -- that’s why they are never despondent,
and
always professionally about their business.
Ergo
one mother’s advise to offspring:
'Don’t
waste your life wrangling with parents; go to the source:
consult
with your molecules.'”
And
from the ground comes more, you-know-what,
and
from the father’s lips -- more tips.
“Life
in the middle lane is a game of Domination & Subordination;
one
car; two drivers; always two drivers to make it run;
everywhere
you look -- running cars;
inside
all cars -- meaningless squabbles between the drivers.
Situation explained; case closed; shut up about it.”
Another
short, quick thrust; another intrusive, down-to-the-quick story.
“Some
people want to be, Important:
others
want to be important to someone;
a
few want to be a, Significant Recluse
-- inside themselves.
Things
are so wired that those who want to lead and be lord over others
always
have a certain mean streak
that
precludes them having any wisdom to impart -- but it
works out all right
since
those programmed to be led want to be pushed around -- not
enlightened.
Ordinary
people like to say:
’You
can’t love someone else until you first love yourself,’
while
the big boy’s version of it is:
‘You
can’t be stupid yourself without first loving someone else’s stupidity.’
That
is why in the uber hip center of the universe
the
ultra fashionable dance only with themselves.
…’Oooo!
Don’t the riff raff they allow in here sometimes
simply
make you want to gag!’ said some cells
to some others.”
When
the digging never stops -- the bottom can't recede.
”Trying
to make sense of life via the thoughts that appear in your head
is
like being blindfolded and trying by feel,
to
figure out what cotton candy is while wearing boxing gloves.
Ordinary
ideas about life are forever a full step --
--
inseparably removed from -- how things are.
What
you hear thoughts telling you about life is like hearing something from
a
foreign language that has been through
multiple
translations by multiply inept translators.”
Sun
getting up now -- matching some neurons.
"The
reason that people giving advice go to such effort to sound sincere is
that,
that
is all they really have to offer,
(psychologists,
marriage counselors, financial advisors);
they
do not know what can be done to improve your situation –
all
they can do is offer their good will,
exemplified
by the sound of their apparent sincere concern.
On
that basis: all healers, holy men and friends are witch doctors:
well
meaning, (men must assume) --
witch doctors.”
Sweat
getting serious.
”Being-asleep
consists of, One Grand Illusion:
that we hear ourselves think.”
Higher
sun, hotter muscles, neurons really getting a workout.
”The
Final Freedom: Realizing that non
sense --
no
matter how dressed, re dressed and redefined --
is
still nonsense,”
and the talking-father-part gave a final, huge toss
to the listening-son-part of one man’s consciousness,
and he called it a, morning-well-spent.
J
Insider’s
Tip:
Not
just the King & Core Of The Universe, but everyone -- everyone
has their own secret, favorite word,
which
they must find for themselves, and which will do for them what the father
described in his story supra,
(and
assuming you understand that the Core of The Universe is in your head.)
Children,
animals-in-captivity & operations-still-evolving must be given
something to do or they will drive you crazy.
Civilians
have cell phones; the few, cells which want to expand their reach.
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