As
long as you believe that there is an actual potential pay-off
to
any of man’s spiritual, artistic, or intellectual games
they
will remain just that -- forever never completed games;
anticipation
of a specious result renders all efforts directed thereto vacuous.
That
is why constantly moving to a new playing field is always so important.
(“Gosh Bert, did he say, important’?”
“Yes Ern, but he may have meant, necessary.”
“Well -- Gosh, Bert -- just plain old Gosh.”)
No
ordinary man nor mind will undertake a challenging journey without having
some idea of where the trail will end -- and yet
-- believing that such can ever be the case in activities which
exist solely in man’s mental-only reality
will
bamboozle and bumfuck you ‘til even The
Tops will sing out:
“Sugar
pie, honey bunch --
you ain’t my bunch no mo’.”
Mind
will not, cannot engage itself in any affair in which no goal seems involved
-- even in purely recreational ones, such as crossword puzzles, or
having completed reading a particular book (“There, I’ve finished
it”)
this
is so experientially and clearly so that men never take any note there
of –
it
is simply accepted as a given, like: you inhale --
your
body gets its necessary respiratory reward:
no
routine mind ever gives any thought to the matter --
the
never-analyzed, automatic operative assumption is that:
if
something interests your mind enough to get its attention,
there
is somewhere down the line a potential point, a purpose,
a
pay-off to the effort that will be involved pursuing it;
indeed
contraire: if you can convince a man that such is not the case in some
second
reality (non material) subject of which he has just
heard,
it
will instantaneously vanish from his mind;
under
mundane conditions: mind cannot handle any thought-based matter
of
which a perceived pay-off is not unquestionably a part --
and yet --
the
very realization of what is really going on in life and in your intangible
insides --
is
to this common mortal concept -- total anathema.
Every
effort that seems to the beginning traveler to be aimed at taking you to
some
specifically identified & believed-perceived destination
will
take you ultimately no where;
even
though this is how everyone must commence,
this
natural arrangement within man’s mind concerning its conception of
all
those things which exist only in
his
mind,
if
not finally found to be what it is, will keep you forever standing in one
spot --
perhaps
quite vocal and animated (waving your arms, running in place) --
but none the less,
* * *
Without
question the trickiest feature of successfully pursuing this kind of
anti-city
activity is ever getting your mind to become unconditionally aware of
the
absolute, unbridgeable distinction between the
physical
reality of your body and the world outside of it,
and
the reality of everything else that men talk and think about
which
exists no where but in their thoughts -- including this singular
activity.
It
is easy and automatic enough by now for your mind to acquiesce to this
statement but be assured: agreeing with it, and suddenly having your own
individual consciousness fully aware of it are two entirely different experiences
(that latter effecting permanent alteration in your overall mental processes).
Everything
new the mind, learns-about seems
automatically to it to be
something
that will be outside the mind;
you
hear about lightning as a child -- then finally see it
for yourself
and
it is something outside of you and your mind:
you
hear of God, and even though you never see him, the mind, just as instinctively,
accepts that it is something/someone somewhere outside of it,
when
it is purely an invention of the
mind and existing no where but in
the mind.
This
is the squirmy situation that challenges and befuddles people for such
a long time,
and
merely having it pointed out to you over and over will not alone accomplish
what
is critically needed to get to the bottom of things;
not
wrestling this bad boy to the inner mat will present (sad to say)
a
sticky point on your program past which even Levi Stubbs can't dance.
Some
way, some how -- everyone must, on their own,
one
day be instantly struck by the most clear and naked of simple facts (to
wit): anything men talk and think about which they cannot
touch
or
measure by touchable instruments exists only because they think about it,
and
that trying to get past all of the smoke, noise and confusion of your mind's
natural
born perceptions and analyses of life is simply one more thing that the
mind can think about.
This
arrangement of things in man's cortex it is unquestionably in a class of
its own –
forsooth
-- close to being totally inconceivable to routine minds –
and
stands in direct defiance -- even rebellion to
that
part of everyone’s brain & mind that is by birth, normal, sane and
part of the herd.
It
is like taking the sentence: “This
thought does not exist”
--
--
then thinking it to yourself,
and
even though (let us assume for a second) it is as
true as can be,
what
effect will it have on your ordinary mind? --
none --
there
is simply no way in which it can --
but
when the time is right --
it
will suddenly one day be perfectly clear and will alter forever
your
consciousness of both you and life (in spite of its irrational paradoxy).
Now
more specifically turn your focus to the
impossible-to-talk-about-adequately
fact that ultimately -- words
mean nothing,
regardless
of what you & your thoughts (even your enlightened thoughts)
may
say about the physical situations of life –
Words
help ordinary men and their mundane consciousness to deal with
disturbing
tangible situations in a manner they generally find agreeable
(a man condemned
to die in a month can think of the possibility of getting a reprieve in
the interim),
but
such unavoidable material instances are not the certain man's real
challenge --
his
is in him never realizing -- on his own --
what mind is doing in this regard;
what
trips him up is his never recognizing the ultimate impotency of all
words
& ideas in the face of physical reality.
Were
you to become the most awakened, enlightened person who ever lived
--
you
still will die on schedule like everyone else;
words
will not save you -- and past a certain spot in the journey
--
-- words won’t even help you.
The
reason the idea that says, man-lives-in-a-dream
has
so long been popular
is
that it conveys (as far as words can do)
pretty
darn well a situation wherein that which is only imagined (like
in a dream)
can
take either preference-over, or seriously interfere-with
ultimately
inescapable physical reality.
It
is too easy to reach a place wherein you do see more clearly what is going
on in life than do ordinary men and still not press on to individually
discovering what is
herein
being noted about the nature of words and all of man’s intangible interests,
(for instance):
you see quite saliently that a certain item of great, widespread interest
to
humanity is but imaginary foolishness,
and
yet do not grasp the same concerning your mental sighting thereof;
due
to the construction & programming of the mind,
it
will take itself to be Elliot
Ness exposing
the malfeasance of
Dr.
Moriarity rather
than the equally fictional, Sherlock
Holmes.
The
ordinary mind can and will slip incessantly back and forth from
perceptions
of physical reality to those of thought-only reality
without
any notice on your part -- unless you make it part of your
plan to do so;
unless
this becomes a regular part of your everyday mental life,
you
will surely stay in that walking-around
dream common to man, and the cause
of everything that confuses a man who is trying to get out of the city
permanently so that he can then get a wide-angle, full view of exactly
what is going on in there.
Words
are the only way you can begin --
the
mind must receive some description of how to go about trying to cut through
all
of the meaningless distractions and get
to the bottom of things,
and
it is words of course, that pushed the bottom-of-things
away
from a side-by-side relationship to
the mind.
The
appearance of consciousness (and thus words) in man’s
brain by which it could then describe to itself the reality outside of
itself,
put
it into the unnoticed position of then being disinterested in
distinguishing
that tangible and unavoidable reality from the concocted one
existing
only within the firings of its own neural connections.
At
the commencement of this journey, words (the ones right for you)
are
your only friend (other than the source from which they came),
but
their useful friendship has a specific shelf life,
and
if you allow yourself to dwell forever in the illusion that
words
& ideas alone constitute the more open, liberated and lighted area
you hope to find outside man’s collective mental city,
you
will be stuck right where your are and miss the really best part of all
this:
There
is a trick: you can take the thoughts/words that continually appear in
your mind,
(be they ordinary
or seemingly more enlightened than that)
and
wring more from them than they were ever intended to give;
find
the way by which you can force from them information which they do not
actually
possess -- not until you applied-the-pressure.
When
you reach a certain agreeable place in this sort of activity --
you
cannot settle there -- but must push on;
you
can not only get more out of the stuff that life mechanically runs through
your mind than it ever meant men to get,
but
in a sense compel life to put substance into the words & thoughts that
it
puts in your mind, not normally present in mortal words & thoughts
– in other words:
the
entire potential is all in your own mind -- every last bit
of it;
not
any part of it is somewhere outside of you;
not
in any book, any monastery, any system or any other person --
and
it is truly breathtaking when the totality of this finally hits you fully
in your face.
J
JAN'SDAILYFRESHREALNEWS