(The story of the Narrative began on April 18, 2004.)
 

More About The Narrative.
You have two things to go on in life: How you feel at the moment,
and the Narrative that goes on continually in your head.
The Narrative is always about things that have happened to you,
and the people involved, but it is never about itself:
the seemingly personal interpretation of these events;
to get free of this captivity and awaken from the daze it causes,
replace the automatic narrative coming from life, through your nervous system,
into the consciousness of your brain with your own real time story.
The Narrative comes from life; your competing story must be from you,
and all it must be is different from the narrative native to your head.
Religions & philosophies appear to provide such stories, but their ideas become
just another impersonal narrative to those who adopt them;
for the ploy noted to work, the story you tell must be original  --  it must be from you; this in fact is how the certain man produces his needed, non standard you.
 
 

The Metaphorical Burlesque Of City Life.
One man says that in the world of Gallagher & Shean he feels himself to be the &.
The only place for the nervous-system-rebel in the everyday scheme of things
is in a spot he pretends to fill.
    “But isn’t that the situation of every man?”
Ja, but the rebel is aware of what he’s doing.
The overall events of life no man can control,
but an awakened one can do so the narrative that life broadcasts to his consciousness which purports to explain the events of life to him by willfully telling
his own competing story.
All of the so called methods to achieve enlightenment are based on trying to get the participant's brain to interfere with the Narrative, but none work so well (if at all)
as what a man comes up with on his own for his mind to do that replaces
(by simply exiting) the ongoing, impersonal and uninformative narrative
which life furnished to all men.
Although doing this is as weighty as trying to push the planet out of orbit,
from another view it is a strangely simplistic situation where (by analogy)
it is like having cancer which you can cure by merely thinking of another,
lesser condition (having dandruff, for instance).
The reason that the few always interested in the idea of awakening-from-a-dream; coming-out-of-darkness-into-the-light; being-freed-from-captivity find the task
so formidable, is to keep them from actually trying to do it long enough for it to occur.
(“No, no my boy!  --  I don’t doubt that you are quite fascinated with the idea
of leaving Liverpool and going to La La Land, hell!  --  who wouldn’t like to?!  --
but you see how few make any pointed effort to do so  --   you know why?  --
hell man!  --  it’s obvious why; your everyday person is not a fool;
they won’t waste their time attempting the impossible.
Now you settle down and go back to reading your occult tomes,
and conferring with your gurus           ---                  I have to go away for a while.”)
 
 

A father played a game with a son:
“Who has you coming and going?”
    “Pediatricians and morticians.”
“And?”
    “Plans and resignation.”
“And?”
    “Water and sewage treatment plants.”
“And?”
    “Hormones and neurons.”
“Atta boy!”
 
 

Only a sleeper will squeal when pinched,
(and of course a lion   -- who’ll also probably eat you for your effort.)
 
 

Men commonly either do well with their hands or with their thoughts;
the real-deal-man does his best work handling his thoughts.
 
 

Everything that is useful to a man he concludes to be true.
 
 

Everyone can joke about death  --  until they learn they are dying;
not dissimilar is how the few speak seriously about being-asleep
as long as they never realize what it really is.
 
 

Thoughts appearing in your brain is not unlike a major organ having
swallowed something, that while specially related, nonetheless contains
distinctly foreign elements.
 

The Big Game.
Life through man is played on two fields: everyone must compete on one of them;
only a few even suspect the existence of the second.
 
 

Life In The City.
It's not the initial expenses  --  but the upkeep that kills you.
 
 

Anything that has (as ordinary men call it): a redeeming-social-message
has nothing to tell an awake man.
 
 

Those who boast of their age  --   feel at least partially a failure.
 
 

A father offered a son some advice for getting along in the everyday world:
“When in Rome, be as dumb as the Romans.”
    “But you mean, consciously?!”
“What? --  I’m speaking with a lisp!?”
 
 

In Awake Land (if there was such a place): pigs can roost in trees  --  know how?  --
‘cause no one there cares whether they do or not  --
that’s why it’s called: Awake Land (if there was such a place.)
    (And those already leaning toward liquidation began to sing:
     “Slay bells ring  --  are you listing…”)
 
 

Feelings of Helplessness, Or: The Apparent Hand of Fate & The Narrative.
If you allow your consciousness to consist of nothing but the Narrative,
and passively trail in its flow,
you will feel helpless regarding the life the Narrative says you are living.
 
 

There is nothing more serious to a man who knows he is asleep than waking-up;
there is nothing more dangerous to a man who wants to wake-up than
misplaced seriousness.
 
 

By its nature the mind prefers to believe or disbelieve, accept or reject
something that someone else has already thought rather than think about it itself.
 
 

One man’s complaint with organizations teaching awakening:
“The gild came off on my hands.”
 
 

Around this time of year, in tribute to his congenital mind,
one chap celebrates what he calls: Sinkhole de Mayo.
 
 

Just to start the day with a chuckle: every morning one man looks at himself in the mirror and says: “You’re a big boy now!”
 
 

Everybody misses someone  --  except the person with full I sight.
 
 

Habit cures everything  --  save one.
 
 

How Mind Can Work (Also: Water & Sewage Treatment Plants).
A man who delivered public commentaries on the Waking-up, Enlightenment thing
one day mentioned something to his son that took him by complete surprise:
“Most of the people who listen to my comments regularly,
believe that I am talking about something other than I am (as per their personal fixation they assume I am talking about politics, religion, social struggles and the like.”)
 
 

As weird as thinking in the brain is, even stranger is the fact that the thinking can be about things other than the brain!  -- as if the heart could also produce urine,
or the liver pump blood.
Some of the things the brain does in its conscious area are so astounding that even it, the smartest of all organs, doesn’t normally recognize them.
(The relentless commotion of the Narrative serves to cover up a mess a’stuff.)
 
 

*It's rumored he's also working to develop a prune juice for the mind.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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